Prologue
Summary: Dean was born a healthy baby and John and Mary couldn't be happier. However they noticed a mark on Dean's arm that promised dark futures for all of them.
"Oh John he's beautiful." A weak voice rasped and John hid his wince of fear and adrenaline as he stared at his beautiful wife, and his beautiful newborn son.
"He sure is Mary.." John murmured as he leaned over Mary and let her head rest under his chin as he stared down at the baby in Mary's arms.
He was just freshly cleaned and was squirming around in Mary's arms as she had him wrapped up in a blanket and she smiled.
A doctor decided to come in at that moment, hoping that the family would believe the news he was about to bore down on them.
"Mr. and Mrs. Winchester?" He asked shyly as he stared at the couple and they both turned their heads to look at him. John straightened himself and nodded.
"Uh I've got some news about the baby." The doctor informed them and shuddered as he saw John's eyes darken slightly. He could see the father was already getting protective of the child.
"We didn't notice this before but your son has quit a weird birthmark that has made many raise their eyebrows." He explained as calmly as he could as he glanced down at the photo pinned in his clipboard.
"Where?" Mary asked as she slightly lifted her son to inspect him.
"His right arm Ma'am."
Mary carefully unwrapped the baby until she could grab his arm. When she did, she immediately noticed on the inner forearm of the tiny appendage was a mark.
She frowned at the mark and at first she thought there must be some paint. If her baby wasn't just born, she'd have suspected it was a tattoo. Especially the way it was red around the edges like it was just applied and stung.
"What is this?" She asked as she looked over at the doctor who was also staring at the mark now.
"I'm unsure Mrs. It's just we have no clue how it appeared since it's big enough to spot easily but none of the doctors noticed it until we were wrapping him up to bring back to you." The doctor explained as he watched John carefully grab his son's arm and run his finger against the mark.
"I'll uh.. Leave you two and another doctor should come in shortly to examine you and your newborn. Congratulations." The doctor hurriedly explained as he ran out.
The two new parents exchanged worried looks.
"Well.. I've never seen a birthmark like this before." John murmured as he continued to rub his son's angry mark and Mary sighed.
"It doesn't mean that it can't happen though. As long as it's not some crazy skin disease." She spoke in a weaker tone as she began to get more and more tired.
"Just rest Mary. I'll cradle him." John kissed her softly and took the baby from her arms as he sat down and hugged his child. Tears filled his eyes as he stared down at the child whom stared right back up at him.
He took a final glance at the mark before he put the limb back into the blanket and rocked his baby.
Unbeknownst to the parents however, a male watched them from the hallway, smirking as he looked at the newborn that would grow to be the perfect servant of hell. Being marked and claimed as early as now, the child would not know what right and wrong would be. When the child would be thrown out, he would be there, waiting for him to begin his training to become a Knight of Hell.
So.. Super short prologue but it's kinda just to explain things and get things started in the story. Chapter 1 is longer (I think. I have a couple chapters written already but I don't know how long any of them are yet x) ) I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I think I'll post either the next chapter today, or tomorrow. Depends on how much reviews and favs this gets ;) I love ya'll and have a good day! 3
