Author's Note: Heyy guys! So this is my first time writing a fanfic. This first chapter just gives some background on the characters. This basically restates everything that happened in the beginning of the supernatural pilot except woth Felicity added in. Anyways hope you guys like it!
Felicity wasn't always a Smoak. She was born a Winchester. Felicity Megan Winchester, to be exact. Daughter of John and Mary. She also had two brothers. Dean, the eldest of the three siblings, was only a year older than she was. And the youngest, Sammy, was born two short years after Felicity.
You see, John was a hunter. Not the casual hunter who goes out wearing camo and tries to find the biggest deer, but a supernatural hunter. Vampires, werewolves, demons, you name it. Mary was fine with it, as long as her husband made it back home to kiss the kids goodnight. And he did.
Flashback:
They were a happy family, until one stormy night when tragedy struck the Winchester household. Mary had just laid Sammy down in his crib when John walked in with Felicity and Dean in his arms. They smiled and jumped down to tell their baby brother goodnight. Afterwards, John walked the two back to their room and they laid down as well.
The thunder was what woke Mary from her sleep. She reached out to the other side of the bed only to find it empty. She got up and walked through the hallway trying to find her husband when a cry from Sam's room startled her. Stopping by the nursery, Mary peeked into the room and saw a shadow standing beside the crib. Knowing John could handle whatever upset the 6 month old, she made her way downstairs to get a glass of water.
Walking past the entrance of the livingroom, Mary noticed a figure lounging on the sofa: John. She ran upstairs immediately and entered the nursery once more before she screamed. Downstairs, John jumped awake. He climbed the stairs two at a time and barged into Sammy's room. He walked over to his little boy's crib and smiled at the small child. Something hit his hand. He glanced down to see a drop of blood and looked back up. There, on the celing, was his wife. It looked like she had been stabbed in the chest and was magically pinned to the ceiling. Mary burst into flames and John pulled the baby from its crib.
A small shout from the door caused him to look away from his dying wife. Dean was standing there clutching at his little sister protectively while she held on to him as well. John ran towards his eldest son and handed over the baby. "Take your brother and sister outside as fast as you can! Now Dean go!" He watched the four year old's little legs run quickly with one hand clutching Felicity's and one arm wrapped around the baby. John ran out after them before the house exploded into a million pieces.
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