Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Supernatural or the characters which makes me sad but in return I'll make the writers sad! MUAHAHAHHA! Ok let's just start the story.

*the night of the fire*

Mary had been sleeping quite soundly. Sammy and Dean were asleep after the goodnight kisses to one another, and that had been a rough patch for a while considering they wouldn't stop giggling. That is until the baby monitor activated and Sam's pitiful cries echoed across the house. Mary opened her eyes halfway and lazily tried to hit John on the arm but he wasn't there. She squinted at the emptiness besides her but nonetheless stood up and began to walk down the hallway. She neared the nursery and saw a figure leaning over the crib of Sam.

"John?" She whispered.

The man just shushed her slowly so Mary figured he had everything under control. Only problem? She heard the television downstairs. Mary padded down the stairs quietly and saw a figure sitting on the couch. Panic rose in her throat and she just screamed.

"JOHN HELP!"

She watched as the figure immediately stood up and ran with her.

"I'll check the nursery you go get Dean!" John shouted.

Panic was turning into adrenaline as she ran into her little boy's room.

"Please be there please be there." She whispered in a hoarse chant.

But as she opened the door to reveal her boy's batman themed room, Dean was nowhere in sight. The window was open and the curtains ruffled into the night. Her hand flew to her mouth as she screamed into the night. John appeared in the doorway with tears pricking his eyes.

"Mary he's gone. Sammy's gone. Oh god it's my fault." He whispered slowly approaching Mary.

She quickly ripped his hand free and spun around, anger reflecting in her eyes. "No. It's my fault. The boys are gone... And it's my fault."

John opened his mouth to speak but that was until a man appeared in the darkest corner of the room. Two small figures were laying in his arms, screeching for their parents.

"YOU BASTARD!" Mary shrieked and began to bolt towards him but he simply raised a hand, sending her body to the wall.

"You should've checked in him Mary. You should've left your room." The man said with a deep and amused voice.

He raised his face and revealed his bright yellow eyes. "But now. Now it's too late."

John had been sneaking up by the wall to where the yellow eyed demon was smirking. He could easily see Dean staring at his dad, pleading for help. John felt tears slipping down as he weakly reached a hand forward. Yellow eyes cracked his head to the side to smirk at him.

"Oh you shouldn't have done that Johnny boy." He said with a chuckle before raising his hand, flinging John's body to the wall with a sickening crack.

"Until we meet again." He said.

Mary locked eyes with Dean and mouthed 'I love you' as tears consistently fell down her cheeks. Dean shrieked for his mother as the yellow eyed demon began to turn into smoke.

"Watch. Over... Your brother..." John croaked out.

Silence crept in as the yellow eyed demon disappeared with their children. Mary was released from the iron grip on the wall and crumpled to the floor in a tear stained mess. That moment was soon worsened as flames began to spread rapidly. John heaved in a breath as oxygen began to be cut off.

"MARY WE HAVE TO GET OUT NOW!" He yelled over the noise from the fire.

Mary, however, was busy rocking back and forth cuddling Dean's old blanket. "I can't. It's all my fault it's all my fault... THIS IS WHY HUNTING RUINS PEOPLE!"

John couldn't let her die but he knew she was grieving. He was saved however when firemen paraded into the house; through the windows and doors. They wrapped their arms around the two of them to guide them through, placing oxygen masks on their faces. Mary just stared blankly throughout it all and John just stared at her, not knowing how to deal with her. They were seated on the edge of a truck as the two sat there holding each other close as the house continued to burn down. John kissed the top of Mary's head as she began to sob.

"We'll find them Mary... We'll find them. As long as we have each other, right?" He whispered into her hair.

She shakily nodded and jumped down, walking over to the Impala. She began to load stuff into the trunk of the car and John carefully held her hand as she began to put the gun down.

Mary, staring blankly at him, threw the gun into the trunk, turned to him and said 5 words. "We've got work to do."