Hey! So I decided instead of putting this in with the first chapter, I thought to put this into it's own chapter, to give a little preview of the story! So this is the night of the fire. Not much of my OC Roxanna, but shes introduced, and throughout this her backstory will be revealed, so she won't remain shrowded in mystery. So here go go, first chapter of BloodLust.
Oh right, disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, anything you recognize does not belong to me. Roxanna belongs to me, thats it. Beacuse if I did own Supernatural, there would be little to no plot, and nobody would watch it.

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22 Years Ago

The sight of a blonde walked down the hall of the house. A small boy no older then 4 in her arms, using the other to turn the light on in the nursery. "Come on, lets say goodnight to your brother." Immediately, the view of a small baby laying in a crib came into view, and Mary's face light up.

The boy ran up too the crib and leaned over the crib, gaining a better view of his baby brother. "'Night Sam." He told him as he gave a small kiss to his forehead. Mary behind him walked closer placing a hand on her eldest son's back, and gave Sams head a kiss of her own.

"Good night, love."

A man, like the rest, in his pajamas walked over to the door of the nursery, with a smile on his face. "Hey, Dean."

Dean turned around with happiness and ran over to his father. "Hey, buddy." He lifted his son into his arms and continued. "So what do you think? You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?"

Taking the question seriously little Dean responded with a "No Dad." As if John thought it was a good idea.

Playful disbelief found John's voice and facial expression as he responded, "No."

Mary watched with a smile at the two, when she looked beyond them and saw a little girl standing behind them. She looked slightly out of place, but at the same time comfortable with the people surrounding her. Her appearance alone said that she wasn't apart of the family. No she wasn't. Little Roxanna had been staying with the Winchesters for over a week now. Her father was no where to be heard of since he said he was leaving for a few days. As Roxanna saw the happy family, a look of sadness appear on her face. Mary moved to the door, passing John. "You got him?"

"I got him." John looked over to the crib, " Sweet dreams, Sam."

Mary got to Roxanna and bent down to her level. "You okay sweetie?" She only nodded in response, but moved her head downwards. "You miss your daddy?" Another nod, and Mary stroked Roxanna's hair in comfort. "It's alright, he'll be back soon enough. Now lets get you to bed." Though to be honest, Mary couldn't say for sure that Roxanna's dad was going to come back. At this point, all her and John could do was keep her with them.

Late into the night, Mary awoke to the of the baby monitor going off on the night stand. Sams crying noises came through, and Mary turned on the light so she could wake up her husband. "John?" Seeing him no where in the room, Mary pulled herself out of bed and made her way to the nursery to take care of what it was Sam needed. She looked in to see Johns dark figure already standing over the crib. "John? Is he hungry?"

He only slightly turned his body and went "Shhh." In response.

Mary accepted the answer, "Okay." Down the hall was something a little off though. Wandering over to the light, she watched it flicker before tapping it lightly with her fingers. She shrugged accepting it as a faulty bulb, when an off sound was heard. Did John leave the TV on? That's when Mary's heart stopped, and every nerve in her body panicked. There was John, asleep in front of the TV playing an old war movie. That wasn't John in the nursery. Mary bolted up the stairs calling Sam's name and stopped in her tracks once she entered the nursery.

Downstairs on the chair John jumped awake to his wife's scream. Just as Mary did moments ago, John ran up the stairs calling for her. He arrived In Sam's room, seeing she wasn't there. He walked over to the crib and looked at Sam fondly who is now awake. "Hey Sammy, you okay?" A small spot was on the blanket beside his sons head, moving his hand to see what it was, drops of blood began to fall on his hand. Terror struck through him, as he dared to look up and see where it was coming from.

There Mary was spread across the ceiling, pale skinned, mouth opened and bleeding from the abdomen. In both shock and fear John falls to the ground yelling her name. Suddenly, flames erupt around her body and start to swallow her up. Sams squealing and crying brings Johns attention to him, getting up and picking up Sam running to the hallway where a scared Dean and Roxanna stood. "Daddy!"

John handed blanket covered Sam to Dean quickly, "Take your brother and Roxanna outside as fast as you can and don't look back. Now, Dean, go!" Right away, the 4 and 3 year old started running outside with Sam in Deans arms.

John made an attempt to move back into the fire en-flamed room as the kids finally made it outside. They stopped outside the house and looked up. Dean tried to comfort his obviously confused baby brother, "It's okay Sammy."

Just then John came barrelling out of the house, scooping of Dean and Roxanna into his arms along with Sam and guided them to safety just as the fire from the nursery exploded, shattering the glass in the room. "I gotcha!"

Clearly, a long amount of time later, many street gawkers stood around watching the fire department put out the flames. Nearby on the hood of the Impala sat John; Sam cradled in his arms, Dean leaning on his side, and Roxanna leaning on his, their arms linked, almost as if looking for comfort in the situation. John looked from Sam to no where in particular. Revenge was spattered across his face, and little did he know, was how his life, and the life of the kids would change forever.