"Brothers just the same."
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"Aftermath."
NOVEMBER FIFTH, NINETEEN SEVENTY-FIVE...
Three days after the tragic loss of their son, Mary and John Winchester left the hospital with holes torn in their hearts.
The drive home was quite as neither Mary nor John wanted to acknowledge that they had no new bundle of overwhelming joy to bring home with them. Everything just felt hollow as all their dreams of meeting their precious little angel were now shattered.
As John pulled the Impala into the drive he looked up at his home with trepedation. Inside this home that now felt like a foreign land was a fully prepared nursery that had been meant to be ready to welcome a child that would never get to come home...
John took a deep breath to give himself the strength to move as he could sense Mary's saddness and apprehension for their return home as well.
John took Mary's hand and he felt the burden of his sorrow increase for he believed it was his place to be strong for his beautiful Mary but he felt so weak as he had no idea what to do to help her heal or what to do to help heal himself.
It was Mary who had the strength and courage to move first which propelled John into action as well. The two of them breached the foreign land that was once their home together and John made his way up the stairs to pack away the nursery so that Mary wouldn't have to deal with seeing the empty crib or putting away the toys and baby clothes as he felt that was the most he could do to help ease his beloved Mary's pain.
Mary came to the nursery door to find her husband clutching one of the baby blankets to his chest while standing next to the empty crib with his eyes closed, sobbing his heart out.
It broke Mary's heart to see the man she loved hurting and she felt so guilty for the death of their son for she felt the death of their son was her falt because it was her body that failed to bare him into the world alive.
"John I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that I lost our little boy." Mary wailed as she stood in the doorway. John opened his eyes and watched as his wife slid down the doorframe to huddle in the floor with her hands over her eyes. John rushed to Mary's side and wrapped his arms around her, sitting there in the floor, crying with her, rocking her to sooth her as he whispered "Mary, it's not your fault sweetie. There's nothing you could have done, sometimes bad things just happen and as horrible as they are and as bad they hurt they're not anyone's fault."
John remembered the words of one of the kind men in the waiting room after the doctor's piss poor attempt to keep him informed. That kind man had been wise as he told John about the loss of one of his own children and said "I'll pray for your family and I hope both your wife and child make it through this alright. But... If the worst does happen just remember that sometimes bad things just happen and as horrible as they are and as bad as they hurt they're not anyone's fault."
That kind man's words must have been the right thing to say because Mary's wailing subsided and she nodded as she remembered telling the life that had been blossoming inside her "Angels are watching over you." and she tried to mend the broken pieces of their mourning hearts as she whispered to her loving husband "He's with the angels now."
If only she'd known exactly how right she was...
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NOVEMBER SECOND, NINETEEN SEVENTY-FIVE...
Zachariah hated that he had to work alongside demons as he despised the inferior Daimonic race that were mostly spawned by the sins of the equally despised race of mankind. But while despised the employment of demons who were loyal to Lucifer had it's uses...
It was ten minutes passed the scheduled time for his most recent demonic recruit to deliver the child that he had commanded to be taken and Zachariah was getting impatient.
Just when Zachariah was about to lose his temper and have the demon that was supposed to be helping with Lucifer's escape, hunted down and smited for it's defiance, right about the time when Zachariah lifted his hand to snap his fingers to have the demon seized by his lackies a figure appeared in the doorway saying: "Relax Zach I had to take care of the doctor."
Then the demon crooned to the bundle it carried "Couldn't have the doc messing things up by running his big ole mouth. Could we Clarence?"
Zachariah made a face of clear disgust as he said "Oh dear lord, please tell me that's not really the child's name."
"Don't get your knickers in a twist, the kid's real name is James or as I like to call him Jimmy." The demon said in mock sweetness as it made a tickling motion towards the infants nose.
"Alright demon quit playing and give me the child." Zachariah commanded. "I'll not have you tainting him any further."
"Oh such a shame, I guess I'll just have to wait till lil' Clarence grows up to have my fun." The demon replied mockingling as it handed the infant over to Zachariah.
Zachariah watched as the demon took it's leave, he'd never understand the new recruit's sudden willingness to help pull all the stops in the task of freeing Lucifer, all that mattered to Zachariah now was that he had his talons in the only person who would definitely be able to thwart his his plans for the future if he wasn't dealt with properly right now...
A/N: So sorry it's taken so long to get this published I'm multitasking 7 different stories at the moment and my brain is on overload... I promise to have more up for this as soon as possible...
Hints as to what happens next ... Well baby James will be placed with a devout Christian family far away from what will become the influence of his real family.
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