Author's note: This chapter is basically a flashback of what happened a week before the demon came into Sam's nursery and killed Mary. Thanks so much to all the people who have already reviewed my story. I love reviews. So please, please, please read and review. Here is chapter three; chapter four will most likely be up soon.
Chapter Three
Flashback
"Dean, sweetheart, I'm just going to go down to the basement and do some laundry, alight?" Mary Winchester hugged her four-year-old son.
Dean nodded.
"I'll be right back," Mary assured him, "Oh, and if Sammy wakes up, just call me," they both looked up over to baby Sam, who was sleeping peacefully in his crib.
"Mommy, change the channel," Dean handed his mom the remote control, smiling.
"Okay. What channel do you want?" Mary asked.
"Music!" Dean giggled.
"You want the nursery rhyme channel?" Mary teased. She knew exactly what Dean was going to say.
"No, mommy. Your music!" Dean laughed.
Mary laughed too. She has taught her son well. She turned on her favorite music channel, making the volume slightly quieter, "Not too loud, okay?" she kissed her son on the cheek and gave him the remote. The music played softly, Mary singing along to it, and Dean trying to.
"I'm on the highway to hell…"
"I'm on the hellway to high!" Dean attempted, "Aw! How is it go? I forgot!"
"It's alright sweetie, you'll learn," Mary smiled and went down to the basement.
Highway to Hell, by AC/DC played on.
'No stop signs, speed limit,
Nobody's gonna slow me down,
Like a wheel, gonna spin it,
Nobody's gonna mess me round…'
All of a sudden, the TV flipped off. Dean frowned, and turned it back on. The remote control flew out of his hands, smashing into the wall.
"Mommy!" Dean yelled, not liking the way the windows were being slammed shut, and how all the blinds were falling down.
"Mommy!" Dean repeated as he tried to find his baby brother in the darkness of the living room.
"She won't hear you," a scratchy voice whispered, coming from somebody that Dean couldn't see. Dean looked around the room, hearing his heart pounding noisily in his ears.
"Sit down, Dean," the scratchy voice ordered. Dean did as he was told, but didn't feel as afraid of this voice as he should have. "I am going to take your brother, and you go ahead and tell your mom when she comes back, that a big man came in and took him."
Dean found Sam, grabbing him tightly and pulling him closer towards himself. He searched the pitch-black room for the person this voice was coming from, but didn't see anyone.
"Understand?" the voice thundered.
"No!" Dean screamed as he got up and ran towards the doorway.
"WHAT?" the voice howled as Dean propelled to the wall, unable to move or make a sound.
"Listen kid, you don't have much of a choice!" the voice said as Sam was pulled away from Dean and rising into the air, towards a dark-gray cloud.
"No," said Dean again as he was able to talk.
"You're a stubborn one, aren't you," the scratchy voice chuckled, evil laughter echoing through the room, "Hmm… I could use someone like you…" the voice paused, as if thinking. "I'll tell you what," it continued, "I'm going to give you a choice. It's either this, or you are going to help me in a few years," it waited for Dean to say something, but the little boy just nodded, not knowing what else to do. "So you are going to help me?" the voice asked. Dean nodded again, his heart pounding louder than ever. All he wanted was for this creepy thing to give his brother back, and get out of their house. "Very well," it grunted, "All you gotta do is put this necklace on, and never take it off." Dean felt a necklace settle in around his neck, as he listened to the roaring voice go on, "this necklace, it is a lifeline for your family. If you ever take it off, ever tell anyone about what it is, your parents and your brother will die. Understand?"
Dean's lip quivered, and he felt like he was going to break into a tantrum, but he just nodded again, thinking this was just some kind of weird, scary dream.
"So what are you going to tell your mom?" the voice tested.
"Nothing," Dean whispered.
"And what are you going to say about the necklace?"
"Me found it in the attic," Dean didn't know how he came up with this idea.
"Very well," as suddenly as it all happened, everything settled back to normal, Dean watching TV, listening to the music channel, and Sam sleeping soundly in his portable crib.
Dean didn't know what to do. He desperately wanted to run to the basement and tell his mommy what happened, but he didn't want to take the chance. Whatever this thing was, it seemed angry and mean, and Dean didn't want to mess with it. Even being so small, he still knew that promises were better to be kept. And Dean was going to keep this promise, for his family's sake.
