-CHAPTER TWO-

Sam shot up and looked at the clock. He and Dean had both been sleeping for two hours. He rubbed his eyes and listened for the sound of MaryJo crying. Sam heard nothing, and that terrified him. He jumped up from the couch and smacked Dean, who was sleeping, curled up in the chair. Dean didn't move, so Sam smacked him harder.

"Dude, what the heck…" Dean grumbled.

"It's been two hours, and MaryJo hasn't made a sound. Something's wrong." Sam said. Dean's eyes immediately opened and he sprang up. Sam and Dean ran down the hall to the nursery and threw the door open. The room was complete chaos. The crib was knocked sideways, the rocking chair was smashed to bits and her teddy bear, Franklin was up in flames.

"MaryJo?!" Dean shouted. Sam pointed and rushed over to the wall, where MaryJo was seemingly floating. Sam snatched her and held her tightly.

"Dean, put out the fire!" Dean grabbed the burning teddy bear and stomped on it, extinguishing the flame. Dean looked around at the mess and then over to MaryJo. "What the heck happened in here?! Did MaryJo turn into a baby dragon or something?!" Sam looked just as baffled. "Is she now like Jack-Jack from The Incredibles? Is she a 'super-baby'?" Dean kept shouting.

"Dean! Shut up!" Sam shouted back. Dean calmed down a little, then leant down and picked up the half-burnt teddy bear.

"Sorry, Sammy." Dean said softly. Sam was visibly upset at the fact that the teddy bear, a gift to him from Mary, had burned, but he was trying not to react too much.

"Okay. Get MaryJo out of here and I'll try to clean up this mess." Sam left the room with MaryJo. Dean stood in the middle of the nursery and looked around, extremely confused about how MaryJo, their one-year old sister, had caused such a mess.