A/N: "Hey this is the first chapter to this story it's short but it's just so you get the hole story! It turned out a lot better then I though it was going to!"
Sam, only six months old, was lying in his crib and playing with his toys. He had light brown hair, blue eyes and was very chubby for a baby of his age. He looked very much like his mother, who was downstairs getting him something to eat.
It was dark out when Sam saw something appear on the other side of the bedroom. It was an indistinguishable figure in a long black cloak with burning red eyes. As the figure began coming toward Sam, who in turn began to cry.
The thing reached a hand out to toward Sam, but at that very moment, Sam's mother walked into the room. She screamed and the figure swung around to look at her. It brought it's hand around toward her and she went hard against the wall. It brought its hand up and she went crashing into ceiling, screaming all the while.
It brought up his other hand up and it seemed as though an invisible pole was stabbing her in the stomach. She screamed in agony. She then hung limply on the ceiling.
The figure started a fire on her flesh and before long, the entire house was going up in flame. Sam's father, alerted by his wife's peril, came into the room holding Dean, who was Sam's older brother. Sam's dad looked up at his wife, aghast and saddened. The figure then vanished, it's work finished.
Sam's dad ran to the crib and picked up his youngest child, holding both of his sons close to him. He ran downstairs and quickly dialed 9-1-1. When that was finished, he quickened his pace and ran outside, where he, Sam and Dean watched their house be swallowed in flames. Everything they had was lost.