BLACK DOG
DISCLAIMER
My other AU fic, in which Sam is actually more receptive to hunting. He still goes to college, but for a different reason than in the show. This will have some elements of both the Pilot and Provenance episodes. Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only own the plot. The prologue's basically the beginning of the Pilot, only tweaked to make this work.
PROLOGUE: THE NIGHT IT ALL STARTED
LAWRENCE, KANSAS
22 YEARS AGO
Outside, everything was deceptively calm. Unnoticed by anything else, something made a tree branch bend. Inside the home, footsteps were heard as a woman carried her four-year old son into a nursery. Her name was Mary Winchester. The woman had blonde hair and brown eyes, and was wearing a simple white nightgown.
"Come on. Let's say good night to your brothers," she said, flipping on the light. She set her son down and he ran over to the crib where two identical twin babies were watching them.
"Good night, Sam. Good night, Casey," the boy said, kissing them both. They look so peaceful, he thought. He grinned. He loved being a big brother.
"Good night loves," Mary cooed, kissing her children. Oh, they're so beautiful, she thought to herself. She felt so blessed to have three handsome young boys.
"Hey, Dean," a voice said lovingly.
"Daddy!" Dean cried, running to his father, John Winchester, who picked him up in his arms.
"Hey, buddy," he said, grunting as he lifted him up. "So, what do you think? You think Sammy and Casey are ready to toss around a football yet?" he asked. Man, he's getting so big, he thought proudly. He could hardly wait to see what his boys would look like when they were all grown up.
"No, Daddy," Dean answered with a laugh as he shook his head. His daddy was so silly. He knew they were only babies. Sammy and Casey wouldn't be ready to throw footballs for quite some time.
"You got him?" Mary asked.
"I got him," John confirmed as Mary went back to their bedroom. "Sweet dreams, boys." Sam and Casey cooed as their father turned out the light and took Dean to his own room. The clock ticked for several minutes, then suddenly stopped. Over the intercom, Mary heard her babies cry. She moaned as she awakened and turned on the light.
"John?" she queried, looking to the other side of the bed. Seeing that her husband wasn't there, she moaned and went to the nursery. She yawned as she entered the room. John was standing over the crib, looking at the boys.
"John, are they hungry?" she asked.
"Ssssh," he responded.
"Okay," she accepted. Apparently, her husband had it covered. She sighed. Hearing a crackling from the hallway, she left the room to investigate to see the hall light flickering. She tapped it. It still flickered. She tapped it again, and the light steadied.
"Hmm," she said. That had been weird. She'd have to talk to John in the morning. Hearing the t.v. she went to investigate. Her eyes widened. In front of the t.v. was her husband, sound asleep and and snoring! Then, who---?
"Oh, my gosh," she whispered. "Sammy, Casey!" she cried, running up the stairs as fast as she could. "Sammy! Casey!" Mary's scream woke John up.
"Mary?" he asked, jumping up from his chair. Something was wrong. He could feel it. "Mary!" he called, echoing his wife's frantic dash up the stairs. She met him in the halls, Sammy in her arms.
"Mary, what is it? What's wrong?" he asked.
"Dean! Grab Dean!" she exclaimed. It was then that he noticed the cut above her eye and a gash on Sam's tiny right wrist.
"Mary, you're both hurt," he said. Just then, there was a loud explosion and fire erupted. Sammy began to cry, as if in pain. John was certain the baby was scared.
"Daddy!" Dean exclaimed, coming into the halls. He wasn't sure what was going on. He had heard a loud noise. Mary moaned, and made movements as if she were going to faint. John quickly grabbed Sammy from her and thrust him into his Dean's arms.
"Take your brother outside as fast as you can! Don't look back! Now, Dean, go!" Dean did as he was told, running as fast as his four-year old legs could carrying him. John swiftly grabbed his wife and followed his son. Outside, Dean stood with Sammy in his arms, looking at the burning house with wide eyes. The fire---it was so big and loud. In his arms, Sammy cried.
"It's okay, Sam," he assured. And it was then that his four-year old heart made the promise that he would protect his brother no matter what. John came running out, Mary in his arms.
"Keep running, Dean! Go a little further!" he shouted. Dean did as he was told. Suddenly, there was a loud explosion, and John instinctively covered his family with his own body. Minutes later, The Winchester family watched as fire trucks pulled up and vainly attempted to put out the roaring family. Admist the chaos, Mary woke up.
"John?" she murmured.
"It's okay, Mary. I'm here," her husband comforted.
"Oh, my gosh! Casey!" she exclaimed.
"Ssssh," he soothed.
"John, Casey was on the ceiling. Something murdered my baby," Mary sobbed.
"Sssssshhhhh," John comforted. Together, the family huddled together, each one shocked by the senseless death of one of their own.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Casey was killed by the same thing that killed Mary in the original series and in the exact same way, I just thought it'd be too graphic to show.