Lawrence, Kansas -- November 2nd, 1983
The nursery was still, save for the soft rise and fall of a baby's chest as he slept. Moonlight spilled faintly through the window, casting silver streaks across the crib, but even that light seemed hesitant -- its glow dimming as thick clouds crept across the sky.
The night seemed to pause.
A figure appeared. Not through the door, not from the shadows, but suddenly, unnaturally, as though the universe itself had willed him into existence.
He stood by the crib, his yellow eyes glowing faintly in the dark.
The world outside recoiled. Dogs silenced their barking mid-howl. Birds froze, wings stilled. Even insects ceased their endless chittering and scuttling.
They all felt extreme revulsion through their being and because of it, out of fear could only be petrified as if Medusa herself gazed upon them and turned them to stone.
The baby stirred but did not cry. Wide, curious eyes peered up at the intruder, too young to understand fear but old.
The figure leaned closer, his yellow eyes glinting like poisoned gold in the dim light. His smile was sharp, sinister, though his tone was sickeningly sweet.
"Oh, look at you," he crooned, his voice dripping with malice masked as affection. "Precious little Sammy. You don't even know how special you are, do you?"
The baby's gaze remained fixed on him, unblinking, as though studying him in a way no infant ever should. The figure's smile widened.
"Such a bright, mighty soul you have," he murmured, his hand reaching out to gently pinch the baby.
"Such plans I have for you. Such a great destiny awaits you..." though as he did all the baby could do was gaze upon the man with an intensity and curiousity no other baby ever showed in his presence.
"You have to be the one. I can feel it, how special you are. You will be the one who will brighten our world." The man said as within his eyes a variety of emotions danced within, though the most overpowering, glee.
Though as he said this he seemed intentionally cryptic as if fearing anything overhearing.
"Now..." The man began as he raised his arm above the baby and with his nail cut at his wrist, all while the baby continued to stare in wonder above.
As the blood dripped on the baby's mouth, the baby seemed to open its mouth wider as if welcoming the sulfer poison.
At this the man's smile only widend with even more glee, "Demon blood, better than mother's milk. Will make you big and strong."
"John?" Though suddenly a beautiful blone haired woman in a white nightgown appeared in the doorway and called out to the man- no, demon, believing it to be her husband.
"John is he hungry?"
"Shush," the demon told her.
The woman sleepy, unable to identify the man hidden in the darkness still believing it to be her husband nodded with a soft "All right" and went back in towards the hallway.
Though as she did she saw a light coming from down below and went down the stairs, there she saw her actual husband sleeping on the couch in front of the tv where a game of football was being played.
As she did a cold chill went down her spine and she ran back screaming, "Sammy! Sammy!"
As she bursts back into the nursery she sees the demon's eyes, "It's you..." She mutters in fear, despair, but also determination.
"Mary," the demon begins as with a flick of his wrist the door behind her shuts and he pins her onto it.
"Long time no see." He utters with a wicked smile.
"What are you doing here!? How have you entered past the salt lines and devil traps!?" She screams, enraged as she struggles against the force pinning her.
"Oh Mary, darling, have you forgotten? It's been ten years. Remember the deal we made?" The demon asks her in a tone full of mockery and sadistic glee.
"As for the your dear protective measures..." He begins as she continues her struggeling, her eyes frantically searching for something that will be a solution to her predicament.
"Well, you gave me permission to enter your home did you not? That was part of deal love, and a deal that powerful will by practically any preventive measures against it coming done."
Her eyes widen at this in despair, but don't lose their fiery rage, "What are you doing here demon, if you're here for my soul then why haven't you already taken it."
The demon chuckles as he answers her saying, "That's just the thing my dear, I'm not here for your soul.
Oh, don't get me wrong, you've got spunk, if you weren't so vital before for this day I would've already taken you for myself rather than well... You know what I mean." He answers her in amusement as she gazes back at him in revulsion.
"What are you here for then?" She asks bitterly though as she does her eyes widen as if something just clicked, "You're not here for Sammy are you!? You monster! I won't let you take my son!" She yells.
"Tsk," As the demon clicks his tongue the force pressing her strengthens. The demon then raises it's head and with it Mary is dragged towards the sealing above Sam's nursery, the baby gazing at her in horror, sorrow and rage.
As the demon notices this his grin returns, "Now this is what I'm talking about Sammy! This is what I'm looking for! That look in your eyes, all that rage and hate, it will serve you well for what I have in store for you."
"You stay away from my baby!" Mary continues to yell.
"Can't do darling, he's kind of the star of the upcoming show." He says as he looks back at her, raising his head.
"Now, see, I was planning on letting you live, you could've been a useful chip in the future, but you just had to interrupt and walk in on something you should've not known about till far, far into the distant future.
Now, I could try and erase your memory, but that just isn't perfect, there are way too many ways to regain them and well, I don't wish to take that chance." As he says this, the demon raises his hand and swipes his finger towards the right and a cut appears on Mary's stomach.
And then she screams.
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"Aaaaah," As John Winchester hears the scream of his wife, he startles in the waking world and runs upstairs screaming his wife's name, "Mary!"
As he sees the door to the nursery open, and doesn't see his wife, who he could swear he heard from here, he enters and gazes down at his baby son who looks at him, his face pale in horror.
John seeing this concerned leans his hand towards his son to pick him up to see what's wrong as suddenly a red drop falls on the back of his hand.
"Blood?" He mutters in confusion, him being very familiar with the feeling of it on his skin after the war causes him to look up and as he sees he can only look in horror and scream his wife's name.
"Oh God! Mary!" as his wife is pinned upon the ceiling, her mouth open in a silent scream.
And then suddenly she bursts into flames.
John in an utter state of confusion doesn't know what to do, but on instinct he picks up his baby son and runs out of the nursery and as he sees his four year old son Dean screaming "Daddy!" in fear and confusion he shoves Sam into his hands and tells him,
"Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Dean, go!" And as Dean runs in fear out of the house, John runs back into the nursery and can only see his wife's dark silhouette beneath the flames, he once more screams his wife's name.
Though in despair, seeing nothing more can be done, he runs out of the house and as he does, he picks both his sons up and shields them as the house explodes behind them, and all John can do is look back in horror, despair and rage at the now former home and unknown to him, his former peaceful life...
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