Prologue
Two healthy children were born to a Mary Winchester on the second day of a nice May in the year of 1983. A squalling little boy that had been dubbed Samuel and a startlingly quiet little girl she'd named Elisabeth. In a moment or two, the door would open and her husband would come in, her firstborn already in tow. For the time being, she held her new babies close and smiled. Mary Elisabeth Winchester was proud of herself. Three adorable children and a gorgeous husband to boot. If only her high school friends could see her now, she thought. The door to her hospital room swung open with a slight creak, and Mary smiled wider.
"Say hello to your brother and sister, Dean. Be very quiet, they've just fallen asleep." she said in a whisper. The four year old detached himself from his father and crept up next to the bed. Mary could see the delight in his green eyes and looked up to her husband. She moved her free hand in a come hither motion and John was standing next to her almost immediately.
"They're nice." he said gruffly. Mary's smile faltered. Was he really going to start a fight, now of all times?
"I think they're more than nice. They're fraternal, you know, but they've already got the some of the same looks. Almost the same face too. I think she looks a bit more like Dean, 'cause her eyes are more green than hazel. Their eyes can change color sometimes, so no guarantees. Sammy's a bit more temperamental than little Lizzy, but I suppose he's just made he didn't come out first. A whole three minutes apart. Not much of a break, but I think I've done well." she rambled anxiously. Her voice cracked on the last word, and Dean looked up from his siblings to her.
"Mommy-" began her son.
"Mary-" began her husband.
"Mrs. Winchester?" said the nurse who had just entered the room. "We're gonna need you to give us their names, now that you've woken up. It's protocol." she said quickly. Mary nodded and shooed her family away from her bedside. The nurse pulled out a pencil from behind her ear and looked at Mary. "The girl will be called?"
"Elisabeth, with an s, not a z. No middle name, surname Winchester."
"And the boy is to be?"
"Samuel. No middle, same surname as his sister." replied the mother. The nurse nodded.
"You'll have to fill out these forms for the certificates and social security numbers, but I'll let you do that after you've had more time with your children, alright?" Mary answered with a grateful nod and Dean raced back next to her. As the door swung shut again, she watched Dean fawn over his new siblings.
"Momma, when can we take 'em home? I wanna show 'em the nursery and play with them and teach them to throw a football around." he said excitedly. John chuckled.
"They won't be old enough for that for a long time. They're only babies right now." Mary said, but her words went unnoticed to Dean, who had decided that he was going to giddily smile at the babies and ignore his parents. John offered a guilty smile to Mary as an apology, and she didn't think twice before smiling back.
Neither parent knew that Mary would die six months later while trying to stop a demon from dripping blood into Sam's mouth. They didn't know what would happen to their poor little Sammy and Liz. All they saw was a bright future, one they would never get.