I am a big fan of the question "what if..." so that is exactly what these stories will ask. What if there was another hunter. What if she was supernatural herself. What if Sam and Dean had known her before they were on their own. While I did pretty much stick to what aired on the WB (now the CW), I own none of it except for the characters I create myself
PILOT
PART ONE
Lawrence, Kansas 22 Years Ago
"Thank's Mary. Our talk has really helped me out here" said Erika Riley as she stood up, making her way toward the doorway. "It's really no problem, and the time will come. You will have that little girl you've been dreaming about." Erika sighed wistfully. "I hope so. First things first though, I think I better go get my husband." Mary laughed. "That might help."
Erika and Mary began to walk towards the living room, when Mary's four year old son, Dean, ran into the room. "Sammy's ready for bed" he declared. "I wanna say good night." Mary laughed again and Erika said "You take care of your boys, and Mark and I will be out of here." "All right, I'll talk to you tomorrow" Mary smiled as she walked out of the room, carrying Dean.
"Hey Mary" called Erika. Mary came back into the room. "Yeah?" "Just out of curiosity how old is Sammy now?" Mary looked puzzled for a moment before she replied "six months today. Why?" "No reason. He's just growing like a weed" answered Erika. "Well, I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow then. Bye Mary."
Erika walked out to the living room and spotted her husband. "Come on Mark. We better get going." Mark stood up and shook hands with John. "See you later buddy" said Mark. He and Erika waved goodbye and walked out of the house.
Upstairs, Mary carried Dean into Sam's room. "Come on. Let's say good night to your brother" she told Dean as she held him over Sam's crib. Dean leaned down a little farther and kissed his younger brother on the forehead. "Good night Sam" he said. Mary smiled down at the baby and said "Good night love."
John walked into the room. "Hey Dean" "Daddy!" shouted Dean as he ran into his father's arms. "Hey buddy" said John with a smile. "What do ya think?" he asked. "You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?"Dean giggled. "No daddy." "No?" asked John. "You got him?" asked Mary. "I got him" John replied. He walked over to the light switch and turned off the light. "Sweet dreams Sam." John then walked out of the room, still carrying Dean.
Sam cooed as his mobile started to tun. The clock on his bedroom wall stopped as his nightlight began to flicker.
In Mary and John's bedroom, the baby monitor began to pick up a very faint crying sound, along with a lot of static. Mary turned on the light. "John?" She rolled over and noticed that her husband was not in bed anymore. Mary got up and walked down the hall to Sam's room. She peered inside to see John standing over Sam's crib. "John, is he hungry?" she asked. "Shhh" was her answer. "Okay" she replied sleepily. She started to head back to her room, but noticed that a light was flickering at the end of the hall. She was walking toward the light when she heard the television on. John must have forgot to turn it off she thought as she walked downstairs. She stopped suddenly when she saw her husband, asleep in front of the television. But I just saw him upstairs she thought with the... baby. Mary dashed up the stairs to Sam's room crying "Sammy! Sammy!" She rushed into Sam's room and screamed.
"Are you sure that's what she said?" asked Mark for the third time. "Six months today?" "Yes, Mark" said Erika. "Six months today." Mark looked at Erika. "Are you sure that's it's going to happen at all." "We've been wrong with the calculations and signs before." "I know we have Mark, but it doesn't mean that it definitely won't be happening. We can't take any chances..." Erika trailed off as she looked at a piece of paper sticking out of her book. "Oh, God" she whispered. "What?" asked Mark walking over to her. Erika pulled out the sheet of paper and handed it to Mark. His eye's widened and he looked back at his wife. "We have to get over there. NOW" They rushed out of their house, Erika thinking Please God, don't let us be too late.
John woke with a start and jumped out of his chair at the sound of his wife's scream. He ran up the stairs, yelling for her. He ran into Sam's room and looked around. He walked over to Sam's crib and looked down at his youngest son. He watched as some red substance dropped onto the sheet, right beside Sam's head. What the hell? He thought. Looking at it with curiosity, John dipped his finger into the goo, the red continuing to drip right onto his hand. John looked up at the ceiling and saw the most horrifying sight, his wife, Mary on the ceiling, dripping blood.
The Riley's dashed into the room. "John get out now!" shouted Erika, as John shouted "No! Mary!" "GO!" shouted Mark, just as Mary burst into flames. John snatched Sam out of his crib and started to run down the hall, nearly colliding with Dean. "Daddy" he cried. John handed Sam off to Dean "Take your brother outside as fast as you can! Don't look back. Now Dean, GO!" Dean flew down the stairs, with Sam in his arms and John ran back to Sam's room, Erika and Mark in tow.
"Mary! No!" he shouted again as Mark pulled him away from the flame engulfed room. "It's too late!" shouted Erika. "We have to get out of here."
Dean ran out of the burning house, with Sam in his arms, not knowing exactly what to do. He looked down at his little brother and said "It's okay Sam." John, Erika, and Mark ran out of the house, John pausing only long enough to grab his children. "I gotcha" he told them. The group kept running, as the windows of the house exploded from the fire.
They all watched as an ambulance pulled up to the house, where a large crowd had already gathered. "It's all right, I got it" said one fireman. A second one came up behind him. "Here" he said, handing the first one a hose.. They walked over to the house, where there were already quite a few firemen trying to extinguish the still burning house.
John sat on his car, holding Sam. Dean sat beside him, as Erika and Mark approached them with caution. John looked up when he saw them coming. "How did you know?" he asked looking from one to the other. Mark looked at Erika and stepped back, letting his wife explain. "It's kinda what we do. We... hunt. Demons. I'm actually a... witch. We've been tracking this demon, but we found out too late that it was going to be here, and we tried to get to Mary quicker, but..." she trailed off. "Look, I know it's a lot to grasp, but..." John cut her off. "I understand... and know, I'm gonna help you."