Born This Way Ch 1

A dark figure stood over the crib of the one and only Samuel Winchester. The figure—although it was too dark to tell—smiled at the baby inside. He had plans for him, great plans.

He hovered a hand over the child’s small form. A black aura covered both his hand and the baby, he smiled until he heard the scream.

“You!” He turned and flashed Mary a pair of bright yellow eyes before reaching a hand out to her and moving her to the ceiling. Sam started crying, but the cries seemed to be getting weaker and weaker. The demon smiled as he set Mary ablaze right there on the ceiling. He was gone by the time John got upstairs.

John was left in the doorway, he saw his wife burning there on the ceiling. He couldn’t think, but is body went straight to the crib. He didn’t see Sam, only the blanket was left in the crib. The fire was becoming too much, he ran out of the room only to run into his eldest son, Dean.

Without saying anything he grabbed his hand and ran down stairs and out of the house. Out in the lawn they stared at Sam’s nursery window, watching as it and the rest of the house engulfed in flames with tears in their eyes.

One of the neighbors had apparently called 911, because the fire department as well as a few police cars and an ambulance were on the scene in no time. It didn’t take long for Dean to figure out what happened to his mom. He had caught a glimpse into the room before his dad had ran out. For a while all he could do was stare at the house as they extinguished the flames. It wasn’t until the fire was mostly gone that he snapped out of it and realized the youngest member of their family was missing. He turned to his dad, who seemed to be in the same shape he had been a second ago.

“Where’s Sammy?” His dad didn’t say anything, just looked at him.

That was enough to get Dean running.

He ignored all the officials and firefighters, as well as his dad’s cries. He ran right into the black crisped house and straight to the source of the fire and the place he knew Sam would be. Upon arriving in the nursery, he coughed. The smoke was mostly gone, but there was still some left. He covered his mouth and nose with his shirt and looked at the room.

The ceiling was pretty much gone, giving Dean a clear view of the night sky. The wall was burnt and peeling and the things in the room were either burnt or rearranged. Sam’s cribbed fell into the latter, it was knocked up against the far wall on its side. Dean saw everything but his brother. He was about to leave the room, check another part of the house, when he heard it.

Crying. Sam’s crying to be exact.

It was faint, but Dean heard it all the same. It had come from the direction of where the crib was lying. Carefully he made his way to the crib, the crying getting slightly louder the closer he got. He moved the crib from up against the wall and looked into it. At first he didn’t see anything, just Sam’s blanket, which was in surprising perfect condition. But then the blanket moved and he heard the cries again.

Dean gulped and carefully unraveled the blanket. What Dean found inside made him gasp with both relief and shock. Sam lay there, no more than an inch or two tall crying. Dean shook himself out of the shock and being the most gentle and careful he cupped his brother up in his hands. Sam had stopped crying and was now looking up at Dean. Dean looked down at Sam.

“Don’t worry Sammy, I got ya. I promise, I won’t let anything bad happen to you. You can count on it.”
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Dean sat at the motel room table, typing away on his laptop trying to find some new cases. He was currently in Iowa, in an unimportant town that Dean didn’t bother to remember the name of. Ever since John had disappeared on that hunt 4 months ago, they’ve been looking everywhere for him. Taking jobs and hoping to run into him. So far no such luck but Dean wasn’t about to give up.

“Dean,” he didn’t bother turning around, just kept staring at the screen.

“What is it Sam?” he knew his brother was currently on his bed with his phone, looking up cases just like Dean was.

“I think I might’ve found something,” that got Dean’s attention. He closed the laptop and got up out of his chair. He turned toward Sam and the bed. He jumped on, being mindful where Sam was and then positioned himself so he was looming over both his brother and the phone he was using and smiled.

“Whatcha got Sammy?” Sam glared up at him after gaining his composure back from flying a foot up into the air thanks to Dean.

“Its Sam, and do you always have to do that. It’s annoying,” Dean ignored the first part, being beyond used to it and smiled at the second.

“Yep, that’s what big brothers are for. Now what’s that about a job,” Sam sighed and rolled his eyes but didn’t push it any further, instead looking back at the phone resting up against the pillow.

“According to this article there have been several deaths over the past few weeks in the same apartment building,” Sam watched as Dean picked up the phone and started skimming through the article himself.

“You think it might be a spirit,” Dean asked still skimming over the article. Sam nodded even though Dean wasn’t paying any attention.

“Yeah, the real question is who and why,” Dean nodded and got up out of the bed. He pulled out his duffel and started packing up their things.

“Well, looks like we’re headed to Oregon,” Sam nodded as he watched his big brother pack everything up. He couldn’t help the chill that ran up his spine at the sight. It doesn’t matter how long he’s been like this, Sam learned early on that there was no getting used to living in a world of giants. Course he would never tell Dean that after all this time he was still a little scared. Cause then Dean would try to comfort him or possibly tease him. Heck he’d find a way to do both and Sam didn’t want that.

It didn’t take long for Dean to finish packing. He turned to his brother who he noticed was staring at him. He noticed his brother staring at him weirdly a lot lately, but now wasn’t the time to bring it up. He would save it for a later date. Instead he lowered his hand to the bed.

“Ready to go Sammy?” Sam answered by climbing into his palm. He lifted him up and gently lowered him into his breast pocket. That done, he grabbed the duffel and headed toward the car.