So chapter two of this story decided to jump on me and attack me until I finished writing it.

I'll start by saying that I don't really have a concept of what a small kid can do so sorry if it seems a little far fetched (Google can only help me so much)

Again I remind you that these events are loosely based on what is written in John Winchester's Journal

Enjoy!

Alex

November 7th 1983.

John sat on the chair at the police office, he had been asked questions about Mary and his relationship with her; he had left the kids with Julie and Kate. The policemen were trying to pin the case on him, he knew that, but how could they think that he would kill Mary, his wife, his life? He needed her, he needed his wife, his children needed their mother and he needed to know what he had seen at his house. His house had been partially destroyed, most of their things burned, the other half in boxes down in the basement where the memories would not reach him anymore. He had tried telling Mike what he saw, what he felt but his friend had just seen him with a weird expression on his face, he probably thought John was crazy, or in shock. And maybe John was a bit crazy, but he couldn't deny the evil force he felt that night, it was wrong and he didn't knew what else could have been.

When he returned to Mike's that afternoon after being with the police Dean and Alexandra immediately latched to his side without saying a word, his kids had been silent since the fire, not a word had been spoken by them and John was worried because while his eldest kids didn't say a word Sammy cried and cried, John hoped he realized soon what he could do, or he would be driven to an early grave. He needed to be strong, for his children, they needed their father, they needed him, he couldn't just abandon them like his father had abandoned him, he needed to be there for them, but he also needed to find out what happened to Mary.

November 16th 1983.

John had just spoken to Missouri and a guy called Fletcher, Fletcher had advised John to get himself a journal and write all down, they had explained the supernatural to him, things that went bump in the night, and at first John hadn't want to believe them, but after remembering how Mary died, how she had been pinned to the ceiling and burned alive, he couldn't just brush their words aside, he knew better, and if he wanted to survive whatever this was he needed to keep notes, so he started writing in an old leather bound diary that his father had given him before abandoning him, he found some irony in it, but didn't dwell much on it.

It had been two weeks since Mary's death and Dean and Alexandra still weren't speaking but they had taken to huddle around Sammy or John, it broke John's heart to see his once lively kids that silent. But he couldn't stop to think about that, he had decided to leave the Garage to Mike, he had collected whatever he had earned, went and bought guns and returned to Missouri, leaving the kids with Julie once again.

What John wasn't expecting was the fact that Missouri was going to have a vision or that Julie would end up dead in pieces torn apart, or the cryptic message in blood 'WERE COMING FOR THE CHILDREN'. No, he hadn't been expecting that, but that night he had taken the kids after biding Missouri goodbye and left Kansas wanting to never go back.

November 1983.

After leaving Kansas, two weeks after Mary's death, John had driven to Eureka, a place called The Roadhouse that was own by a couple, the Harvelles, Bill and Ellen. They had a small baby girl Joanna who was Sammy's age. Ellen had been kind enough to offer him a room for him and his kids, and she had helped with Alexandra and Dean who had been fuzzy, asking about home.

"See and that's a bear" said Ellen pointing at an old book.

She was sitting on the floor with Alexandra between her legs while Dean sat next to her, Sam and Jo laid in a blanket close to them while Bill, John and Jacob, Mary's cousin, talked about a possible hunt. Alexandra placed a small hand on the bear and smiled.

"Bears are wild Miss Ellen," she said in that soft baby voice of hers. Ellen smiled.

"That's right, and can you tell us where they live Dean?" she asked looking at the boy that was next to her.

"The mountains" he answered quietly, it was a success that the Winchester eldest kids were talking, even if they had to be pushed a little bit, but they were usually polite enough to Ellen.

Alexandra and Dean looked up to their father when he said his goodbye for the night as he and Jacob were going for a hunt. John hugged Dean goodbye and lifted Alexandra up so he could place a kiss on her temple, he then crouched next to Sammy and held the baby before putting him down next to Jo. Jacob did the same with his nephews.

After John left with Jacob, Ellen took the children to the back and placed Sam and Jo down to sleep and the decided to bathe Alexandra and Dean and get them ready for bed. It broke Ellen's hear to see how the children couldn't sleep if they weren't huddled next to each other, the loss of their mother still too fresh in their little minds, it made her think of her little Jo and think that Bill's profession could one day leave them like John Winchester.

When John returned back to the Roadhouse way past midnight he did it with a corpse on the backseat of the car. Ellen and Bill had helped him give Jacob a proper Hunter's funeral. H, the other hunter, explained that they had been ambushed by hellhounds; John hadn't wanted to talk about it, deciding instead to write it all down in his journal, he mourned Jacob in his own way. And when he walked into his room that night he was met by two pairs of identical green eyes staring silently at him. He had taken his boots off and laid himself on the bed next to the kids who immediately nestled next to him seeking comfort.

Next day he spent helping Bill and Ellen around with the tables while Pam, Ellen's niece, looked after the kids. Alexandra and Dean were sitting on the floor of Jo's nursery with a children book between them reading to the best of their abilities, while Sam was taking a nap next to Jo; Pam was sitting on an old rocking chair in the room reading a magazine.

The entire situation struck Alexandra as confusing, the two year old had seen her house burn, she had seen the bloody remains of Julie and still there was something in the back of her head that told her that it was only going to get worse, the same weird feeling that comforted her most nights, it was as if she somehow knew things, Miss Ellen said that she was a Prodigy and she could barely remember her mother's voice saying the same, but the two year old had other things to worry about, and her attention span wasn't much great to begin with.

That night, November the 20th, Alexandra and Dean had walked out the Roadhouse just in time to see their father kill a shapeshifter, not that the kids knew that their father had just killed a monster.

"Why did you kill that man daddy?" asked Dean while holding his sister's hand, John had looked so lost at the sight of his two children, he had cocked his gun and sighed before crouching, looking at his two eldest kids.

"That man, he was evil and daddy was just protecting you two and Sammy, kay?" he asked, his kids, God bless them had nodded solemnly. And he had pushed them gently inside the roadhouse again, not bothering to look back.

That night a new resolve reached John, he looked at his kids, Sammy in the crib and Alexandra and Dean on the bed peacefully sleeping and he knew that he couldn't protect them if he didn't knew what he was up against. He walked out of the room looking for Pam, Ellen and Bill. Just for a week, he told them, he would be out for a week with H, H would show him the ropes and he needed them to look out for his kids, just a week. Pam agreed, the Winchester kids were well behaved, they would give her no trouble and Ellen and Bill would help.

Next morning, duffel already packed in the back of the car he slowly handed Sammy to Pam and crouched to Dean and Alexandra's height.

"Daddy has to go for a while and you two need to be a team, you need to help Pam, Ellen and Bill take care of Sammy, kay?" he said, regret clear in his voice, he was about to embark in a new life, one he was not sure what would bring.

"Yes daddy" his two eldest kids chorused, he pulled them both into a hug, Dean's head coming up to the crook of his neck while Alexandra's smaller frame barely reached his shoulder.

"Be good for Pam," he muttered as he let go of them, he stood and walked to the door where H was waiting for him, he looked back once before actually walking out the door.

During that week Ellen had decided to take Alexandra and Dean to a second hand store with the money that John had left, she bought them several pair of jeans that she knew that Dean could use and maybe perhaps Alexandra once she grew, and several t-shirts and jackets that would serve the same purpose, and if taken enough care even Sam could wear them one day. She had decided against buying girly shirts for Alexandra, but she had bought several one-dollar hair bows and ties as the girl had refused vehemently when Pam suggested that they cut her hair.

Ellen smiled as she saw the siblings interact, it was amusing really, the two kids, two years apart were almost like twins, soft spoken and communicated with each other without words. Ellen lamented the fact that Alexandra was probably never going to be a normal girl, probably was never going to have girly things growing up, just her brother's t-shirts.

Pam for her part had shown Dean how to braid his sister's hair; Pam had smiled as she saw the boy's face scrunch up in concentration as she showed him how to make the 'perfect' fishtail. Even Ellen had allowed Dean to use her hair to practice. They had also, during that week, put the two children to read; Alexandra could read as good as Dean, they were both really smart children that could have a future one day, or so Ellen and Pam dared to hope. Bill was not so sure, as he was convinced that John would probably raise his children into the life.

"That's really nice Alexandra," said Pam as the small toddler wrote down her name in a sloppy calligraphy, Dean was sitting next to her writing down his name too. "Yours too Dean, you two are really smart kids" she was regaled with pearly white smiles.

"It is not fair Miss Pam, Dean's name is shorter" said Alexandra looking at her brother's writing, Pam laughed as Dean looked up from his paper.

"Why don't we do the opposite, you write Dean's name and he write yours, you could show them to your father once he comes back, that his kids learned to write their names" she said, both siblings nodded and started writing again, until Dean looked up.

"Could we learn to write Sammy's name too?" he asked hopefulness in his voice, Alexandra looked up to and nodded, Pam grinned at the children.

"Of course, I'll write it down for you so you can copy it, how does it sounds?"

By the end of John's week away the kids had almost forgotten that they had left their previous home, or that their mother had died in such gruesome way, but that were just how kids were. Kids were strong, they adapted quickly or at least they did during the day; at nights Alexandra and Dean refused to sleep apart from each other and Sammy had to be in their line of sight a thing that Pam and Ellen found both endearing yet preoccupant.

When John came back he was not the same man that had left, they could all see that, he had wanted to pack the kids in the back of the car and leave in the middle of the night until Bill and Ellen talked him out of it, he had three kids, a small baby, a toddler and a four year old; they convinced him to stay for a while until he could learn a little better, until he could protect his children better, he needed to think about his children. Pam even offered to be their babysitter. He relented and they stayed there during the whole month of December.

December 1983.

Life at the Roadhouse was not bad for the Winchester children, not really. Even if John spent most days driving around learning about hunting and in libraries he was always there during the nights, mostly. He had also realized that the kids slept better if the three of them were together in the same bed. Something that Pam had found out one night that Sammy had been particularly irritated. She had placed him between his siblings and the baby had slept through the night.

The first Christmas without Mary had been depressing for John, he had tried but all he had gotten to their room was a plastic crooked tree, junk food and sport equipment as present for the kids, with the exception of a hair ribbon that he had gotten for Alexandra in a Gas n Sip; that, and the news that the police had closed Mary's case.

Ellen and Bill had gotten clothes as gift for the kids, and Pam had gotten them leather bracelets that they could turn loose as they grew so they would probably fit them forever. Each bracelet with their initials, D.W., A.W. and S.W. John had thanked them and had gifted Bill and Ellen a bottle of whiskey and a .45 to Pam. It had not been the Christmas that they had planned but it was not that bad.

John continued talking and going to small near cases with the hunters that visited the Roadhouse, while helping Ellen and Bill with the management of the Roadhouse. When New Year's dawned John was impatient about something, he knew that Alexandra and Dean had seen him kill the shapeshifter and he had wanted to tell them more about it, but they were just children and he knew that he was already burdening them enough with Sammy.

John had also noticed the strange charm bracelet that Alexandra owned, when he had asked her about it she had said that her mamma had given it to her, he almost wanted to punch himself when he remembered seeing the bracelet on Mary several years ago, Mary had probably given her the bracelet a few days before she died and he hadn't noticed. He had smiled at his daughter and complimented it, the girl had grinned at him and hugged him, it was comforting not that he was sure that she was trying to comfort him, but sometimes he was sure that his daughter seemed to understand too much, maybe Ellen was right and he had been blessed with one of those little geniuses that made it to university at age twelve, but academics would not serve her good if there were monsters or even demons after them. Not really.