After I had finished watching Supernatural for the 10 billionth time, I decided to write a little sister-fanfic :) I hope everyone likes it. I just wanted to mention that I'm currently in College, so I won't be able to update as much as I would like, but I will suddenly do so as often as I can. Enjoy

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters associated with the show :(

Lawrence, Kansas

22 years ago

It was a warm night in Lawrence, Kansas. A big, white house can be seen in a field of grass. It was a house that belonged to John and Mary Winchester, and their three children: Dean, Millie and baby Sam. The shadow of a tree can be seen on the house. Suddenly, the tree branch seems to move in a way that branches couldn't, but the Winchester's inside of their warm house didn't notice.

A beautiful woman with long, blonde wavy hair and brilliant blue eyes walked into a room carrying her oldest son, Dean, on her hip. The four-year-old was wearing a pair of brown checkered pajamas. Beside Mary was her daughter, Millie. The two-year-old had on her favorite purple night dress. "Come on, let's say goodnight to your brother," Mary said as she let go of her daughter's hand so she could turn on the light in her youngest son's room. Mary sat Dean down on the floor and watched him as he immediately ran to the crib where Sam was. She tried to pick Millie up, but the toddler refused.

"I walk," she told her and began to walk over to where her older brother was. Dean, being taller than Millie, could easily get up to lean over the crib.

"Goodnight, Sam," he said and kissed his brother's forehead.

"I can't," Millie said, her hazel colored eyes began to fill with tears and her bottom lip began to tremble.

"I'll help you, Millie," Dean offered and picked his little sister up.

"Let me do that, sweetie. I don't want you hurting yourself," Mary said and took her daughter from Dean and held her over the crib so she could say goodnight to Sam. "Can you say goodnight to Sammy, Millie?" Her mother asked her.

"Goodnight, Sammy," Millie repeated and gave him a kiss on his forehead.

"Good girl," Mary praised her and kissed her cheek. She shifted her daughter onto her hip so that she could wish her youngest a goodnight. "Goodnight, love," she said quietly and gave him a loving kiss on his forehead before she straightened up and ran her hand over his head. Sam looked at his mother with his blue eyes wide. Mary felt her heart swell with the amount of love she had for him.

"Hey, Dean," a gruff voice said from the doorway. Dean turned around to see a tall man with dark hair and dark eyes smiling at him. The man had at one time been muscular, but had since gained a few pounds. He was wearing an old olive colored USMC t-shirt and a pair of blue sleep pants.

"Daddy!" Dean and Millie yelled excitedly. Dean hoped down from the crib and ran to his father with his green eyes wide.

"Hey, buddy," John said smiling and bend down to pick his first born up. "And look, Millie's here too!" He said and his smile widened. Mary walked over to her husband and handed her their daughter, who had been holding her arms out towards him ever since she knew he had entered the room. "What do you think? D'you think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?" He asked his children.

Dean and his little sister laughed. "No, daddy," Dean told him and shook his head.

"No," John repeated laughing and rolled his eyes.

"He-he too small, Daddy," Millie told him, as if he didn't already know that.

"Way too small," he agreed and kissed her top of her blonde hair.

"You got 'em?" Mary asked and gently touched Dean's back.

"I got 'em," he assured her and pulled his children tighter against him as Mary left the room.

"Sweet dreams, Sam," John whispered quietly. Sam looked over at his father and made a baby noise, which made John smile wider and his dimples deepen. He turned around to turn off the light, which was a little difficult with his two children in his arms, before he walked out of the room, leaving the door open. "You ready for bed?" He asked them.

"I'm not tired, Daddy," Dean told his father stubbornly.

"Me neither, Daddy," Millie said, although the little girl was exhausted. Mary had taken her, Dean and Sam to the playground earlier while John was at work. Her and Dean had chased each other, swung on the swings and went down the slides together for almost two hours before their mother said that it was time to go home. When they had gotten home, they had fallen asleep almost immediately, and even though Millie had slept for almost two hours, she was still tired. The only reason why she had said that she wasn't, was because Dean said that he wasn't tired.

"Are you two sure? Because mommy told me all about your exciting day," John said as he walked into Dean and Millie's room.

"We had so much fun, Daddy! Me and Millie slided down the slides a hundred times!" Dean said as his father sat him down on his bed.

"A hundred times? No way!" John said with a fake gasp.

"Uh-huh! And we swinged even a-a hunded time mo'!" Millie said as John laid her down in her bed and made sure to put up the gates so she wouldn't fall out.

"Wow! That many times?" He asked her as he covered her with her pink and purple blanket.

"Yeah!" Millie told him.

"Well, how about you go to sleep and then in the morning you will tell me all about it?" He suggested as he bend down to kiss her forehead.

"Okay, Daddy," she agreed and accepted the pacifier that he gave her.

"I love you, Millie," he said quietly and gently touched her soft cheek before he turned to his son.

"Daddy, can me and Millie go to the playground tomorrow too?" Dean asked as his father was covering him with his batman blanket.

"You'll have to ask mommy tomorrow," he told him and kissed his dirty blonde hair.

"Goodnight, Daddy. I love you," Dean said, already sounding half asleep.

"Goodnight, buddy. I love you, more," he said and smiled as he looked at his now asleep toddlers. He never thought that he could love anything or anyone more than he loved Mary, but the love that he had for his children was at times so overwhelming that it made him want to cry. He turned off the light and closed the door quietly before he walked downstairs to watch some TV before he went to bed.

In Sammy's nursery, the musical mobile above his crib had suddenly begun to play a lazy lullaby tune. Sam looked at it curiously before he lifted both his feet up as if he wanted to reach for it and kick it. The clock with pictures of trucks, cars, trains and airplanes on it instead of numbers suddenly stopped ticking, and the moon shaped nightlight that was giving off a dark yellow light suddenly began to flicker before it turned off completely. Sam began to cry, which Mary heard through the baby monitor that was on her nightstand next to her bed. She let out a tired 'mh' as she was woken up. She turned towards the baby monitor and saw that red dots across the screen, signaling that it wasn't just her imagination.

She rolled onto her stomach and reached for the lamp on her nightstand, that was next to a picture of her and John, shortly before Millie was conceived. She turned on the light and waited for her eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness. "John?" She asked, her soft voice full of sleep. When she didn't hear a reply, she lifted her head and turned to where John would usually be, only to be greeted with nothing. Mary let out a tired and exhausted sigh before she finally managed to get out of the way too comfortable bed. She walked out of her room yawning and into Sam's nursery. "John?" She asked when she saw a shadowed figured standing at her son's crib. "Is he hungry?" She asked.

The shadowed figure turned its head and held a finger up to its lips. "Sh," it shushed her softly.

"Alright," she said, glad that she could return back to her loving bed and get some much needed sleep. She rubbed her tired eyes as she turned around to walk back into her room, when a flickering light at the end of the hallway caught her attention. Mary furrowed her brows and debated for a quick second if she should just ignore it and go back to bed, but she knew that it would keep her up until she fixed it. She walked towards the flickering light and tapped the glass several times until it finally stopped flickering. "Mh," she said confused. 'It's an older house. Maybe there's something wrong with the wires or the lightbulb needs to be changed,' she thought. She was about to turn around to go back to bed, when a noise coming from downstairs caught her attention. 'Did John forget to turn off the TV?' She wondered and walked down the stairs to shut it off herself so that she could finally get some sleep.

On the TV was a movie or documentary about some war or at least the soldiers who had fought in the war. 'Typical,' she thought. Her ex-marine husband was always watching something about wars and soldiers, especially anything about the Vietnam war. She suddenly froze when she saw her husband in his blue rope sleeping in the recliner with the remote still in his hand. She was suddenly wide awake as a look of pure fear and horror crossed her face. "Oh, my God!" She gasped as she immediately turned around and began to run up the stairs. "Sammy, Sammy!" She called, and although her voice was still quiet, it was filled with fear and panic as she ran into her youngest sons's room. She gasped when she saw the figure before she let out a bloodcurdling scream.

The scream woke Dean and Millie up, as well as their father, who gasped loudly. "Mary?" He called confused before the soldier, the protector, in him came out. "Mary!" He yelled and ran up the stairs, taking two or three steps at a time until he reached the top and then ran into Sam's room, calling out his wife's name one more time. He opened the door, not even realizing that it had never been closed in the first place and called his wife's name again. "Mary," he said and quickly looked around the room, but saw no one. He let out a sigh of relieve and walked over to Son's crib, still breathing hard from the heart attack he almost had. "Hey, Sammy," he greeted his son and pulled the gates to his crib down. Sam looked up at his father and gave him a toothless smile. "You okay?" He asked his son smiling before a look of confusion crossed his face. Next to Sammy's head was a drop of what looked like blood. He reached out to touch it and as he did, three more drops of blood dropped on his hand. He looked at his hand in confusion before he turned around and looked up. A scream of terror left his mouth as he fell to the ground when he saw his wife on the ceiling with her white nightdress stained red with blood on her stomach. She looked at him with her mouth wide open and her arms spread out. She looked like she had been pinned up there, even her hair was sticking to the ceiling. She was spread eagle except her leg, which was at an awkward angle. "No! Mary!" He managed to yell before his wife suddenly burst into flames. "No! No, no!" He continued to yell.

"Dean?" Millie asked scared when she head her father yell.

"It's okay, Millie," he assured her as he got out of bed. He walked over to his sister's bed and pulled the gate down.

"Why Daddy yelled?" She asked her brother.

"I don't know, Millie, but it's alright. Daddy's a soldier and he'll protect us," he told her as he got her out of her bed. "Let's see why Daddy is yelling," he suggested and took his sister's hand and walked out of the room. He froze, however, when he saw a bright light coming from Sammy's room.

"Dean?" Millie asked scared and began to cry.

"It's okay, Millie. I'll protect you," he promised her, but he didn't move from where he was standing.

John seemed to be in a trance as he watched his wife, the love of his life, the mother of his children, burn on the ceiling. Sam's high pitched crying seemed to break the spell, as he quickly got up and grabbed Sam and ran him out of the room.

"Daddy," Dean said when he saw his father carrying Sam wrapped in a blue blanket. He wanted to tell his sister that everything was alright now, but he never got the chance.

"Take your brother outside as fast as you can," he told him as he handed Sam to Dean. Dean let go of Millie's hand so that he could hold his younger brother. "Don't look back!" He demanded before he turned to his daughter. "Go with your brother, Mill," he told her. When neither child moved, John began to fear that the fire would consume them all before they could get out. "Now, Dean! Go!" He yelled, knowing that as soon as Dean would leave, Millie would be right behind him. Dean began to run towards the stairs with Millie right behind him. The toddler wasn't as fast or even as stable on her feet as Dean was, so she looked back to her father to silently ask him to carry her. "Go, Millie!" He yelled before he ran back into the burning nursery to save his wife, even though deep down inside he knew that it wad too late. "Mary!" He called, the heat and smoke of the fire making it almost impossible for him to breathe. "No!" He yelled when the flames engulfed the rest of her as he covered his face to protect it from the extreme heat as the flames appeared to shoot right for him before they engulfed him.

"Millie, come on!" Dean yelled. Millie began to walk down the stairs before she sat down and slid down them so that she would be faster. She followed her brother outside of the house and stood next to him crying as he looked up to the window where the nursery once was.

"Daddy!" Millie cried as fat tears ran down her chubby cheeks.

"It's okay, Millie," Dean said for the too manieth time that night. "It's okay, Sammy," he told his brother, wanting him to know that he would protect him too. John suddenly ran out of the house and scooped up his kids as he ran away from the house.

"I gotcha," he told them while running as the windows to Sam's nursery exploded, causing bursts of fire to come out of them. He ran with them to his black 1967 Chevrolet Impala and sat down on the hood of it.

"I called the fire department. They're on their way," a neighbor said when the sound of sirens in the distance began to fill the otherwise quiet night. John didn't say anything. He was in too much shock. He had just seen his wife die some impossible way.

"Daddy," Millie said crying.

"It's okay, Mills. I got you," he promised her and pulled her closer towards him. "I've got all of you," he promised. A couple minutes later, the Lawrence Fire Department showed up followed by an ambulance and a police car. The firemen were talking while they were trying to extinguish the fire, but John didn't pay attention to what they were saying. He was too busy trying to figure out who, no what could have done that to his wife. Curious neighbors had gotten out of their house and were watching in horror as the house burned down.

"Stay back, stand back. Behind the tape," a police officer said as he pushed them back.

John was absentmindedly bouncing Sam in his arms while Dean was repeatedly telling his little sister that everything was going to be alright. John bend down to kiss Sammy's head when he suddenly looked up. He looked up with tears in his eyes, knowing exactly what he had to do. He had to find whoever, whatever did that to his wife and kill it.