Disclaimer: Kripke's sandbox. I am only playing in it.
A/N: I was watching "In The Beginning" today and this occurred to me.
Criticism only please. I'm not the best wielder of the English language and I have a love of commas. But flames on the left please.
Don't get out of bed on November 2nd 1983
I forgot.
Well, if I am honest, it's yes and no. I willed myself to forget that events of April 30th 1973. My parents death, the yellow-eyed demon, that cursed deal I pushed it from my mind, as far as it would go.
Not once looking back on the life I had lead as a hunter. I should've though. Foolish move Mary.
Look where that's gotten me, pinned to the ceiling dripping blood into my son's crib like some strange baptism. I am sorry Sammy.
Sorry that you'll have to live with your mother's mistake. Mommy is sorry.
I curse myself for ever forgetting. I gave that bastard access to my son, to Sammy.
Ten years
I have no clue what he wants. I am going to leave my boys defenseless and open to attack. John won't know – he never knew. This is what I get for keeping secrets. The hunter Dean tried to warn me.
Don't get out of bed….
I got out of bed and it's my death that happened. I should've known should've seen somehow Dean the hunter was really Dean my son. It was written in his eyes. Eyes like mine. How could I not have seen?
He'll lead them on though, hold them together for me. He shouldn't have to but he will. It's what we do, the family business.
"MARY!" It's John, he's looking for me. I must've screamed. My chest heaves trying to use my last breaths to warn him somehow, to let him know what I've done. His head lifts and he sees me. The horror makes him scream, become vulnerable. He falls.
Flame
Then there is nothing but flame.
