A.N I started this fic ages ago and was never intending to put it online, but I edited it a lot for my college assignment. Thanks for reading.
Disclaimer - I don't own any Supernatural characters. :( I only own the people you don't recognise from the show.
Prologue – Part 1
Lawrence, Kansas, July 20th 1990
It all began in a medium sized white that stood on the lonely street, all of the other inhabitants sleeping peacefully. Inside one particular house, Mary Winchester stood with her two sons, eight-year-old Sam – or Sammy as he was called lovingly- and eleven-year-old Dean. She walked over to the little crib that stood in the centre of the room. A little six-month-old baby girl lay there staring at the three people.
'Come on boys, let's say goodnight to your sister.' Mary said, giving the two young boys a little nudge in the direction of the crib.
Dean got to the crib first, he stared down at the baby, ran his hand down her pale cheek, he kissed Ariadne– or Addy, as he liked to call her - on the cheek.
'Good night Addy.' He moved over to let his little brother past.
Sam now stood in Deans previous spot.
'Night Ally.' Sam giggled as Arry tried to nibble his finger.
Mary seeing this gave a little chuckle; she walked the rest of the way to the crib and kissed Aria on the forehead.
'Good night, love.' She cooed.
Ex-Marine John Winchester stood at the doorway of his daughters' nursery, smiling at the scene in front of him. He decided to make his presence known.
He walked further into the room
'Hey Dean, Sammy'
Dean and Sam turned around and smiled big at the sight of their father. Sam ran to him first.
'Daddy!' Sam jumped in his father's arms, nearly pushing him over
'Hey buddy!' John looked at Dean. 'Kiddo! What do ya think? You think Addy's ready to toss around a football yet?' He questioned, trying and nearly failing to stifle a smile.
'No, daddy,' The brothers exclaimed in perfect unison. 'She's a girl.' Dean continued.
'Boys, your mom's better than me at soccer.' he joked, releasing that smile.
'Really mummy?' the boys said staring at their mother in awe.
Watching the loving display, with a contented smile Mary glanced at the clock on the wall. She walked over to the trio.
'You got them?' she questioned, after placing a hand on his shoulder.
'I got them.' John confirmed. He reached on the wall on turned off the light.
'Sweet dreams, baby girl.' He gazed at the baby in the crib who was staring at them with her bright green eyes. John shut the door behind him and put Sam and Dean to bed before going downstairs to watch television.
Ariadne looked up at the mobile above her head, the unicorns, and rainbows oscillated on their own. The 'My Little Pony' clock on her wall stopped, and the 'Piglet' night-light flickered.
In her room, Mary was sleeping peacefully. On the bedside table next to the bed stood a picture of her and John standing next to the house when they first bought it. The crackling of the baby monitor sounded and faint crying came through the speaker.
Mary turned on the light. 'John?' she inquired, rubbing her dazed green orbs. She then looked over to see if John was in bed.
He wasn't. Mary frowned and proceeded to walk across the hall to Aria's room, a man concealed within the shadows stood over Aria's crib.
'John, is she hungry?' She asked.
'Shh.' the man's voice had a menacing undertone, Mary didn't notice. Her sleep-filled brain was still groggy.
'Okay.' She started heading back to her bedroom, but suddenly stopped and noticed the light down the hall was flickering; she slowly walked to it and tapped her nails to get the blinking to stop.
'Hmm,' She mused. She suddenly heard the television on downstairs, confused she walked down the stairs only to see John fast asleep in front of the television with the remote in his hand. She gasped in dread and ran back up the stairs, heading towards Aria's room.
'Aria! Aria!' she shouted, panicking.
When she arrived in Aria's room, the man turned to face her, his unnatural yellow eyes gleamed maliciously at her.
'You?' Mary panted, mystified.
'Hello.' the man-demon said with a little sarcastic wave.
Mary gasped again. 'This wasn't part of the deal!' She took an attentive step forward.
'Relax, relax I didn't do anything. It seems-' the demon started, looking at the baby with confusion and anger. He turned back to the distressed mother. '-that someone or should I say something has already been here.' Mary was looking at her child with concern. The yellow-eyed man rolled his sickly yellow eyes and gave an idle flick of his wrist and Mary flew into the wall, slowly sliding up towards the ceiling. The sallow eyed man grinned manically as he flicked his wrist lazily and cackled as Mary cried out in shock and agony, as a giant gash appeared on the whole width of her stomach, blood seeped through the thin fabric of her white nightgown, staining the delicate material a dark ruby red.
'Bye, Toots' He awarded her with a mocking smirk and a salute to her quivering form.
Suddenly John burst through the door. The demon was gone in the blink of an eye.
John walked to Aria's crib, to see that she was staring at him while moving her little arms and legs.
'Hey, baby. You okay?' He asked, knowing he wouldn't get an answer.
Unexpectedly something red dripped onto the lavender coloured sheet next to Aria's head, John frowned and moved his hand to investigate the strange substance. Red continued to drip, faster this time, he looked up find the source, and cried out in shock.
'No! Mary!' He looked frantically for a way to get his wife down, but finding none.
Mary abruptly burst into flames and Aria started crying at the commotion, so John picked her up and began to run down the hall when he is met by Dean and Sam.
'Daddy!' Sam shouted making a run for his dad, but Dean held him back sensing something was wrong. Very, very wrong.
John quickly handed Aria to Dean. 'Take your brother and sister outside as fast as you can! Don't look back! Now Dean, go!'
Dean ran as fast as his legs could carry him, Sam following closely behind, Dean made Sam get in front of him, as they ran down the stairs.
John meanwhile ran back into the nursery, frantically searching for Mary again. 'Mary! No!' The whole was room practically over-flowing with flames.
Dean ran out of the front door, Sam made it out first. Aria was held securely in his arms, he looked back up to Aria's window. 'It's okay, Sam.' He then looked at the wailing baby. 'It's okay Addy, Dean's here.'
John suddenly appeared behind the three terrified siblings, scooped them up into his muscular arms and ran to the road.
'I gotcha'.' He reassured.
The windows of the nursery exploded outwards from the fire, throwing pieces of debris everywhere.
An ambulance and a fire engine pulled up outside their house.
'It's all right. I got it.' Dave Briman said, handling a powerful hose.
'Here.' John Davis said, he handed a hose to Steven James, who walked towards the burning house, where there are already a few firefighters trying to extinguish it. However, with no avail.
Indistinct yelling from the fire fighters, but was muffled by the crackling and sizzling of the inferno. The Police arrived on scene pushing back onlookers.
'Stay back! Stay back.' shouted Officer Michael Queen, pushing one onlooker harshly away.
John sat on the bonnet of his Chevrolet Impala with a distraught look etched on his handsome face, He held Aria close to him while Sam and Dean hugged their father for dear life.