AN: Okay, I said I would write a piece based pre-story or whatnot. VOILA here you go :)

I'm sorry that you have to relive this traumatic event, but it sorta helps with where Jasmine's power comes from, as opposed to Sam's. We all know where Sam's came from.

Enjoy~!

"Come on, let's say goodnight to your sister." Mary bent down to pick up Sam, with Dean trailing behind her up the stairs. They made their way to the nursery, with the walls painted light pink, dark stained wood furniture, and in the crib wrapped in pink blankets was little baby Jasmine Marie Winchester.

Mary put Sam down, and watched as her sons each kissed Jasmine on the forehead, bidding her goodnight. Leaning over her daughter, Mary also placed a small kiss. "Good night my dear."

"Hey boys." John called out from the doorway.

"Daddy!" The brothers yelled out in unison, and ran to hug their father. He picked them both up, one in each arm.

"What do you think? Is Jazzy ready to toss around a football yet?" John looked between his sons, watching them laugh and shake their heads.

"No, Daddy." Dean said between his laughs.

"You got them?" Mary asked, passing her family through the doorway.

"I got them." John smiled, and hugged them closer. "Sweet dreams, Jasmine." He walked out of the room, Dean switching off the light on the way.

The baby monitor on the bedside table started making noises, waking Mary from her sleep. She turned on the light, and rubbed her eyes.

"John?" Looking over, she noticed she was alone in the bed. Getting up, Mary made her way to Jasmine's nursery. There was a silhouette standing beside the crib, and Mary assumed it was John.

"John? Is she hungry?"

The man assumed to be John turned his head slightly, and shushed Mary. She shrugged and left to go downstairs.

The dark silhouette knew he had to work fast, it was only a matter of seconds before Mary came back. Or worse.

Before he could think about what the worse thing that could happen, he was tossed across the room and pinned to the wall by unseen forces.

"You're not supposed to be here, Azazel. You already did your business with this family." Another man walked forth and stood in the moonlight.

"Oh, come on. Just look at that little baby. So cute, that you just wanna eat her up. Or... feed her demon blood, so she can be beside her brother in the war." Azazel smirked and looked towards the crib, still pinned to the wall.

"You will do no such thing-"

"Whoops. Too late."

The second man's eyes widened and he ran towards the crib. Baby Jasmine was awake, watching him quietly. Dark red liquid was dripping out of her mouth.

"No..." The man whipped around to look at the demon on the wall.

"Sorry Michael. Actually, no, not really. I'm not sorry."

Michael ignored him, and turned back to face the baby. She's not supposed to have demon blood. Her blood is supposed to counteract Sam's blood. Michael leaned over her, and cut his arm, dripping his blood into her mouth. Baby Jasmine gave off a slight glow, and there was a scream downstairs.

"Azazel, leave."

"No can do." Azazel smirked, and forced himself off the wall, towards Michael.

Mary ran into the nursery and saw just one man in there. The man with yellow eyes. She let out a scream, hoping to get John's attention. The yellow-eyed man moved his hand, and she was flung into the wall, and slowly moved up the wall, to the ceiling, right above Jasmine's crib.

The sound of loud and heavy footsteps echoed up the stairway, and into the nursery. John burst through the door, and looked around. Not seeing Mary on the ceiling, he walked towards the crib.

"Hey, Jazzy. You okay?"

A dark red liquid dripped next to Jasmine. John reaches out, looking confused, and touches it. A few more drops landed on the back of his hand. Turning his head up, John froze. Mary was on the ceiling, bleeding from her stomach. Then she burst into flames.

The sound of Jasmine crying brought John back to reality. He stood up, scooped the baby up and ran into the hallway. Out in the hallway, Dean was standing in front of Sam looking towards the nursery.

"Daddy!" Dean yelled out when he saw his Dad and baby sister coming out.

"Take your brother outside as fast you can and don't look back! Now, Dean, go!" Dean turned and grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him down the stairs. Dean keeps pulling Sam until they reach the middle of the yard. Looking back towards the house, Sam and Dean were getting worried. Their dad still hasn't come outside with their mother or sister yet.

A crowd of people were grouping together on the street. One of the neighbours ran up to the brothers, and asked where everyone else was.

"They're still inside!" Sam started crying, with Dean trying to soothe him. The neighbour ran into the house, telling the brothers to stay where they were.

After about five minutes, the friendly neighbourhood guy came running outside with their sister. He gently but urgently pushed the brothers towards the street. They didn't want to leave without their dad. As if on cue, John came running out, scooped up his boys and ran with the neighbour into the street. The windows shattered and the fire blazed higher. Sirens were ringing through the air, all the while John held his children in his arms.

AN: Just for clarification, Azazel did visit Sam already, and he just came back for Jasmine. Michael tried to stop it from happening, but he was a little late, fed Jasmine his blood to replace the demon blood with angel blood. After Azazel gets off the wall, I have no clue where Michael went, so I left it at that for your pretty imaginations.

Azazel still had to get rid of Mary, because she would've been in the way of Sam becoming a hunter and whatnot.

And now the story will be back on track, sorry for any confusion, I might rearrange the chapters so this comes first. Maybe not, I'm really lazy.

THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE SOON I SWEAR.