𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒, supernatural ¹ [ REWRITING ]

⠀ o | prologue

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[ prologue, november 2nd, 1983 ]

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WINCHESTER HOME NOVEMBER 2nd 1983;

Peaceful.

Everything was happy and peaceful.

A woman, Mary Winchester, wearing a white nightgown, was holding the had of a four-year-old child, Dean

"Come on," she smiled lovingly as she lead him
down the hall, "let's say good night to the twins,"

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⠀  "NIGHT SAM, NIGHT MAX," Mary smiled as her oldest son leaned over to kiss his baby sister on the forehead, doing the same to Sam afterwards. Their cribs were side by side in the nursery, night sky themed mobiles spinning above them

"Good night, loves," Gently, Mary brushed Sam's hair back and to kiss his forehead, then moved to Max to do the same.

"Hey Dean," grin appearing on his face, little Dean span on his heels, running towards his father

"Daddy!" he exclaimed, John scooping the young boy up in arms

"So what do you think?" John asked, "You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?" Dean shook his head, laughing

"No, Daddy."

"What about Max?"

"Nooo," Dean said, smiling and shaking his head. John laughed as Mary passed John and Dean smiling.

"Sweet dreams, Maxxy," John smiled lovingly at his daughter, "Sweet dreams, Sam," he watched them a moment longer before beginning to make his way out of the room, the young boy in his arms yawning and rubbing his eyes

"You got him?" Mary asked with a smile, getting a nod in reply as she placed a hand on her eldest's back

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⠀  LIGHTS FLICKERED ON THE BABY MONITOR sitting on a nightstand next to a photo of Mary and John. Strange noises began to come through the monitor. Mary, asleep in bed, stirs. She turns on the light on the nightstand.

"John?" She asked almost hopefully. No reply. Mary turned and realized she was alone. She got up and began to down the hall to Sam and Max's nursery. Mary walked down the hall to Sam and Max's nursery. John, seen only in silhouette, stood over Sam's crib. "John? Are they hungry?" John turned his head, putting his finger to his lips and making a mild shushing noise. "All right," said Mary, shrugging as she headed back down the hallway, the light by the stairs flickering. Mary frowned and tapped at it until the light steadied. More flickering light was coming from downstairs, so Mary went to investigate. A war movie was on TV and John had fallen asleep watching it. If John was here, Mary realized, then the Man upstairs cannot be John and must be a danger. She ran back upstairs. "Sammy!" she shouted, grabbing the banister as she sprinted to the room of the two infants "Max!" Mary entered the nursery and stopped short.

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⠀  A LOUD SCREAM CAME FROM UPSTARS awoke John, the father sitting up with a harsh jolt. Horror covered his features as his mind slowly caught up with his body

"Mary?" he muttered worriedly as he scrambled out of the chair, "Mary!"

Sprinting up the stairs, John burst through the closed door of the nursery, holding onto the handle as he looked around the room

"Mary..." voice at a whisper, the boards creaked beneath the nervous father's feet as he made his way towards his youngest son's crib. The room is quiet and appears empty except for Sam awake in his crib and John. John glances around and pushes down the side of Sam's crib, "Hey, Sammy. You okay?" He asked with a soft smile, before going over to Max's crib and touching her head "Hiya Max," he said. Something dark dripped next to Max. John touched it. Two more drops landed on the back of John's hand. It looks like blood. John looked up. Mary was sprawled across the ceiling, the stomach of her nightgown red with blood, staring at John and struggling to breathe.

John collapsed onto the floor, staring at Mary.

"No! Mary!" John exclaimed as Mary burst into flames. The fire spread over the ceiling. John stared, frozen. Sam and Max began to wail loudly, causing John, reminded he was not alone, to get up and scoop Sam and Max out of their cribs

"Daddy!" Dean exclaimed as John shoved Sam and Max at Dean, forcing him to take the babies into his arms

"Take your brother and sister outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Dean, go!" He screamed. Dean turns and ran, clutching the babies tightly

John watched the nursery burn, Mary with it.

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⠀  "IT'S OK, GUYS," Tiny Dean turned up to watch as his childhood home was engulfed in flames, lit with gold.

But, soon enough, John ran outside, scooping up Dean, Max and Sam, and carries them away just as Fire exploded out of Sam and Max's nursery window.

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⠀  FIREFIGHTERS FLOODED THE PLACE AS neighbours began to come out in blankets to view the scene. Across the street from the house, John and Dean sat on the hood of John's Impala, John holding Sam and Dean clutching Max. John looked up at the remains of their beloved home, clutching his children tightly.