As John came back from a hunt, five-year-old Sam came running into his arms.
"Hey buddy," John said before giving Sam a kiss on the forehead. "Are your brother and sister up yet?"
"No, not yet, Daddy, but I can wake them up if you want me to!" Sam said with a smirk on his face.
"Okay, go." John said, putting Sam down. Sam ran into the kitchen and got a very cold glass of water, then he ran to the bed that Haley and Dean shared. The two of them always shared a bed. There were two reasons for this; Sam always got his own bed, and they were twins, so most of the time they didn't mind, although sometimes they did, because Sam could wake them both up at the same time. Sam got up on the bed and dumped the water on his siblings. They jolted upright.
"You're dead!" They yelled at the same time, jumping out of bed and running after Sam, racing out of the room and around the couch. Suddenly, Haley stopped short but Dean and Sam kept running until Sam was stopped by Haley's body and she tackled him to the couch and started tickle him. Sam giggled, begging for her to stop. She did, but only so that Dean could join, and then she started up again. Sam was almost screaming when John came running in, pulling Haley and Dean off of Sam.
"Why were you killing your brother?" he asked, still holding the twins.
"He woke us up with cold water!" Haley said angrily.
"So he needed to be taught a lesson." Dean added.
"Oh, okay, as long as you have a reason." he said, putting the twins down."But just get dressed and I will deal with your brother."
"Okay, Daddy!" The twins said and walked into the room the shared. Haley got dressed in their room and Dean went into the bathroom to change.
John knelt down and high-fived Sam. "Good job, buddy." John said as the twins came out.
"You told him to!" They exclaimed together. John got off his knee and was about say something, but the twins tackled him to the armchair and sat on his lap.
"Make breakfast and we're good." Dean negotiated.
"Oh, fine, you got me." John said as he slid the kids off of him and got up. As he went to the kitchen, Sam got up and sat across Dean and Haley's laps.
"Are you still mad at me?" he asked beseechingly.
"Us?" Haley exclaimed.
"Mad?" Dean continued.
"Atyou?" Haley said, then it was Dean's turn again.
"Of course not!"
"Good. Because I need to ask you something."
"What could you possibly need?"
"Tonight there's a T.V. show on and I need one of you to record it because it's on at 3:00am. So please?" Sam keened with big, imploring eyes and a puppy dog expression.
"Noway am I waking up at three in the morning to tape a show for you." Dean said.
"Pleease?" Sam pleaded with a sad expression.
"Sam, don't worry, I'll tape it for you." Haley assured, kissing him on the forehead, then sliding him over to Dean's lap and going to the room she was sharing with Dean. She closed the door as Sam said, "Thank you."
"You're so lucky Haley is nice or else you wouldn't get anything." Dean said, and went to the kitchen to get water and sat on the counter where John was putting eggs on a plate.
"Dean's right, you know." John agreed. They smiled. When Haley walked out, they looked at her.
"What?" She asked with a creeped-out face.
"Nothing." John said innocently. Haley just shook her head and sat on the couch. She picked up her Rolling Stone magazine. Plugging headphones into her CD player, she began blasting AC/DC. John went back to making breakfast as Sam turned on the TV and Dean got his CD player out to blast Guns and Roses.
2:54 AM
Haley had set the alarm clock so she had a chance to get up. Of course, Dean didn't even move when it went off, so she got out of bed carefully and went to the living room. She turned on the TV and turned it the channel Sam wanted. She was about to go back to her room when something grabbed her. She screamed; John came running out just in time to see something with yellow eyes disappear with his daughter. Dean came running out.
"What happened to Haley, dad?" he said with panic in his voice. "Where is she dad?" Dean insisted, this time with pure fear in his voice. John just went over to Dean and held him as he cried.
The next morning Sam came out of his room and saw Dean on the couch half asleep, John flipping thought tons of books looking for the thing that took his daughter. Sam, not knowing about what happened earlier in the night, went to the room Dean and Haley shared. Not seeing her, he went back to the living room and asked "Dad, where's Haley? I need to ask her if she recorded my show last night."
Dean's eyes widened. John didn't even move and his breathing was barely noticeable.
"What? All I asked is where's Haley?" And then it hit him like a baseball. "She isn't … is she?" He whispered, a single tear rolling down his cheek. John got up and hugged his son and Dean joined them. The family just cried together not knowing if she was dead or alive.