Summary: Self-explanatory
Disclaimer: Kripke's…for now…just kidding…or am I?...yeah, I am.
Chapter 3
Dad's Dead
John Winchester couldn't sleep. He was lying in his bed, wide awake, simply staring at the ceiling. He turned to look at his wife, Mary, who was still fast asleep. Finally, he couldn't take it, and he got up, grabbed the baby monitor, and made his way downstairs, stopping to check on his two young sons. Dean was fast asleep in his bed, and so was baby Sammy in his crib. John smiled at his boys before heading downstairs.
It was clear already that Dean would make a great big brother. John and Mary both loved to watch Dean with his brother. He could make Sam giggle and he loved to play with his baby brother. Dean just couldn't wait until Sam was big enough to do bigger kid things, like tag.
John flopped in his chair and turned on the TV. He found an old war movie and turned it on, remembering his time in the Marines. It didn't take long before John did fall asleep.
He felt as though he'd been asleep five minutes, and maybe he had, because he hadn't looked at the time, when he heard Sam crying through the baby monitor. He yawned, looked at the baby monitor, and made his way to Sam's room.
When he reached his baby's room, John was stunned to look in and see a man standing above the crib. Without thinking, John ran in and tackled the man, or at least, attempted to. But the man turned around and flung John against the wall. But the strangest thing was…the man hadn't even moved a muscle. John tried to move, but slowly the man mentally moved John up the wall and onto the ceiling.
Mary Winchester turned over in bed. She thought she heard Sammy crying in the distance. She opened her eyes and discovered the baby monitor was missing along with her husband. She listened, and heard footsteps on the stairs, and figured it was John going to take care of Sam.
She lay there, trying to fall back asleep, but something felt off. She decided to just go check on everything to make sure it was all okay. Mary made her way down the hallway and to her youngest son's room. She peered in, and saw Sammy awake, but fine.
"Hey Sammy," she cooed to the baby. He smiled up at her. Mary noticed something on the sheet, and reached out to touch it, just as some drops dripped onto Sam, and then onto her hand. Odd, she thought, looking up. Her eyes went wide in fear. John was on the ceiling! His torso was cut and he had a look of horror on his face.
"No! John!" she screamed just as the ceiling burst into flames. The fire quickly engulfed her husband. Mary stared in horror at what was happening. She realized she had to pull herself together in order to save her sons. Mary lifted baby Sammy out of his crib and ran out of his room. She was a bit surprised to see Dean in the hall.
"Mommy? What happened?" Dean asked.
"Dean, honey, take your brother outside as fast you can!" Mary instructed, handing the baby to her eldest. "Now Dean, go!"
Dean obeyed his mother, and ran downstairs and out the front door.
"It's okay Sammy," he whispered to his baby brother.
Mary tried to think of any way she could help John. But looking at him, she realized it wasn't possible. The love of her life was gone.
"Oh, John, I'm sorry!" she cried, before hurrying outside. She picked her kids up and ran to the curb just as the house exploded.
Mary didn't know who called the police, but fire trucks and policemen had the street covered in minutes. She simply sat on the Impala, holding Sam with Dean sitting next to her. Dean stared ahead blankly. Sam was crying. Mary tried to comfort her youngest, but nothing seemed to do the trick. She couldn't believe what had happened. John was gone…he had been on the ceiling.
Police questioned her, but they thought she was just in shock when she told them about him being on the ceiling. She knew it wasn't just a house fire like they said. She knew the truth, even if no one else did.
She thought of that night over and over again for the next few days. She couldn't help but picture her husband on the ceiling, bleeding, and the fire…
At night, Dean always crawled into Sam's crib. Mary wasn't sure whether she liked him protecting his brother, or if it would be best to stop it. She stayed with her friends, Mike and Kate, but they didn't believe her story either. Not that she blamed them; she probably wouldn't if the situation were reversed.
"Mary," Kate told her all the time, "you need to start taking care of your children."
"I do take care of Dean and Sammy," Mary always replied. But Kate and Mike didn't think so, and Mary didn't know why. She started a journal, just so she wouldn't go insane. If no one would listen to her thoughts on John's death, perhaps she could just write about it.
Dean had stopped talking, and Sam cried a lot more. At dinner Kate and Mike would try to get Dean to talk, but Mary wanted them to leave him alone. She wanted Dean to deal with it in his own way.
"Dean," they would say, "do you like the chicken?"
Dean would shrug.
"Dean, do you want to play some baseball?" Mike would offer.
Dean would shake his head no.
They told Mary she needed to talk to Dean, get him some help. Mary knew what they meant, and she was not sending her son to a psychiatrist simply because he was upset. She did talk to Dean, he just didn't talk back. Mary secretly knew that Dean talked to Sam, and that was enough for her.
Eventually, Mary talked to a psychic named Missouri Mosely. Mary discovered John had been killed by something supernatural. Mary began hunting the things that go bump in the night, and she wouldn't stop until she killed whatever had taken her husband.
A/N: So, this chapter ends kind of abruptly, so, just so you know, it's supposed to turn out like the actual series does, except with Mary replacing John. Also, I'm currently working on the last two chapters, so I'm not sure when I'll update next. :)