Ok guys this is my first attempt at ANY kind of fiction never mind fan fiction. But I thought I'd give it a whirl. So if its crap…lie to me…lol….No seriously criticism is appreciated as long as its done in a…how shall I say it Sharon Osbourne way and not a Simon "I'm going to cut your balls off "Cowell way.
Disclaimer: Neither Sam or Dean are from my imaginings they come from Master Kripke and belong only to him. Although I will admit to having pleasant thoughts about them from time to time and if he's feeling generous I'd gladly accept Dean as a free gift. Hell even the impala would go down nicely..but I digress. So on with the story.
Summary: I wanted to do an AU story where Sam an Dean although are still brothers where not born as Winchesters. John rescues the boys and takes them on as his own. Sounds pants explanation but please bare with me.
Out of the frying pan.
November 3rd 1983.
John Winchester ran a hand over his tired face and sighed heavily into the emptiness of his car. The impala sat on the street of a suburban town like a dark ghost. He was a man who had lost everything and was in search of something that most people would consider unimaginable. John Winchester was a hunter of demons. Yes demons and not personal ones. Ones that had crept from the fires of hell to walk the earth and reap destruction, mayhem and torment wherever they could.
He'd lost his entire family 2 years ago to the day and was tracking the demon who had stolen his family from him. His perfect little family. His beautiful wife Mary, when he closed his eyes he could still see her. Her long blonde hair framing her delicate face, bright green eyes shining with a mischief that always danced with such intensity. Then there where his two boys his perfect children. So innocent, so young, their lives snatched away by the hell spawn that had brought the ex marine to his knees. The families evening had started like any other with John playing with his four year old who had boundless energy and a smile that could light a room. In Johns eyes Dean was perfect, but then what father would he be if he thought otherwise? His baby his little Sammy was only 6 months old.
John had suffered from horrific nightmares from his tour of duty in Vietnam and although his years of service had been up long ago he still suffered now, and was an insufferable insomniac because of them, and Mary often found him sleeping in front of the television. His wife Mary had gone to bed early because of the long day she'd had with Dean running circles round her. She loved her boys dearly but that little bundle of energy was going to be the death of her she'd joked on many occasions with her husband.
John didn't really know what had awoken him, whether it was the scream from his wife or the coldness already claiming his heart. But he ran up the stairs into his infants room. All seemed well the room was quiet the baby softly cooing in his cradle, he walked over a gentle smile gracing his lips. A strange mark was on his sons bedding, John felt it his face creasing in a puzzled frown, when another raindrop like splodge fell on his hand. Johns face went from curious to horror stricken in the blink of an eye. It was blood. He looked upwards dreading where the source had come from to find his beloved wife pinned to the ceiling her stomach slashed wide open her beautiful face contorted in horror and pain. John screamed " Mary, oh my God, Mary "
The ceiling around her exploded in flames knocking the stricken father to the floor his head colliding with the crib and the hard wooden floor. Darkness engulfed him.
When John came too it was to a hospital room wired up to a heart monitor, his mouth was dry and his lungs burned. A voice spoke gently into his ear " John? John? Are you ok? "
John opened his eyes to find his best friend and business partner watching him with concern. "where's Mary and the boys? " his throat was raw and sore. Jeff shifted uncomfortably in his seat
" lets talk about that soon ok. You need to get your strength up first " John narrowed his eyes on his friend making Jeff squirm even more " tell me where my family is…….now!! " It wasn't a request it was an order. Jeff exhaled loudly " John "
" NO damm it Jeff tell me where they are!! " Jeff looked to his friend and his heart broke for him once more, John recognised the look " don't you dare tell me they're dead Jeff, DON'T YOU DARE!! " Johns hands bunched in the sheets of his bed. " I'm sorry John it's a miracle that you got out alive " he paused trying to reign in his own emotions for his friend. " I don't want to be alive without my family, I'm nothing without them, nothing!! ". The monitors alarmed showing an increase in his heart rate. The room was swarmed with nurses who administered the sedative to John, he fought with all he was worth but finally succumbed to the sweet oblivion hoping that with it , it would bring his nightmare to an end and he would awaken to his family around him.
But things didn't go that way. Things where never the same again, WOULD never be the same again. John Winchester, husband, father, ordinary Joe was murdered that night with his family. When he awoke from the heavy sedative John Winchester demon hunter was born, he'd asked around the town and finally found a psychic by the name of Missouri Moseley who said on the phone she could give him the answers that he wanted.
At first he'd thought she was crazy talking about demons and other supernatural phenomenon but then how could he explain what he'd seen with his own eyes his wife pinned to the ceiling? His friends thought he was crazy told him to take his time the pain would ease , but John knew that he had to find the thing that had not only stolen his family but his life. So he packed what little belongings he had left and placed them in the trunk of his Chevy impala and left Kansas far behind him in his rear view mirror.
That was 2 years ago. That's what had brought him to this tiny suburb in Minnesota. He'd been tracking the demon and it had a pattern he'd followed the family around all day his gut telling him that they where the target. He shifted in his seat trying to get his numbing limbs into some sort of comfortable position. The lights flickered, Johns eyes snapped to the house in question, the lights flickering ominously. John leapt from the car as quickly as his aching numbing limbs would allow " come on damm it " he forced his weary joints to comply and moved stealthily towards the house, it was quiet, normal, but John knew better. He broke into the house using a lock pick and moved towards the stairs, he could already smell the smoke so ran up the flight of stairs nearly knocking over a frightened 4 year old boy " mommy!! Where's mommy? "
" its ok kid I'm here to help, where's your brothers room? " the small boy pointed his finger towards the end of the hall. John ran into the room to see the father and mother dead, the man already in flames huddled in a corner while his wife was pinned to the ceiling like a flaming angel. The baby brought John back to the present his cries making him lunge forward. " Its ok kid I got ya. I got ya ".
John ran from the room cradling the baby to his chest and scooping the frozen toddler into his free arm, he ran from the burning building and didn't stop until he reached the safety of the impala. He got his phone out and called the emergency services, the boys where clinging to John like he was their life line scared green eyes looked into his dark ones " where's my mommy? "
John swallowed " she's gone kid….I'm…..I'm so sorry " Johns eyes filled with tears for the loss these two small boys had been dealt. A puzzled expression hit the boys face " where's she gone? , where's daddy? Did he go with her? ". " Yea kid, they've….." it suddenly hit John, what the hell was he supposed to say to this child? How could he explain? " They've gone to live with the angels kid "
" my names James not kid " he said it with annoyance " that's my brother Daniel . Are you going to look after us now? Are you a fireman? "
" I'm not a fireman ki…James . I was just here and saw the fire so I came to help " James looked at John with fearful eyes " The man with yellow eyes he was scary, I wanted to hide but I was scared and Daniel was crying, I heard mommy scream……and…..and……so did daddy. Why did they scream? " his bottom lip trembled. John was shocked to say the least, so it was the demon he was tracking Missouri had told him to watch for the man with yellow eyes and until now he'd been in denial but there was no denying it now. From the mouths of babes had come the ultimate truth it made John shudder. " Mister…hey mister don't cry its ok " James's little hand stroked Johns bearded face. " Sorry James , listen I gotta take you somewhere safe, get you checked out make sure you're not hurt " John lifted the boys and placed them into the impala. He put Daniel into James's hands " look after him James keep him safe " the little boy nodded solemnly and pulled the baby close to his chest.
John didn't understand why he drove past the hospital or even why he drove over the state line, but he kept going until he was far away from Minnesota and drove to the hospital the next state over.
His head was telling him to turn around already, he didn't need kids hell these runts weren't even his. His boys had burned along with their mother, but he just couldn't do it. He looked in his rear view mirror and saw that James was fast asleep still clutching his sleeping brother. He pulled into the hospital car park and extracted his two precious charges. James stirred in his arms but snuggled into the heat and comfort Johns chest gave, " It's ok Dean I got ya, you're safe ". John didn't realise the slip he'd made but the name seemed to fit the small child and he clutched the children to him tighter…..Dean and Sammy Winchester where reborn and James and Daniel Michaels were reported to have died in the fire that consumed their home taking two loving parents with them.
Authors note; Ok hope this is going well so far, like I said its my first attempt t any kind of fiction please review and tell me what you think. I know I killed off the real brothers but….bare with me. I'm hoping that it'll work out. So press the little button. Pretend it's a peanut m&m and you're giving Dean the jollies. Hmmmmmmm but what for Sammy?? Erm………pretend its…his beloved laptop and you're helping him solve the case. There ya go what can it hurt.
