Author's note: First Supernatural piece, hope you guys enjoy!

22 years ago

"Daddy!" the blonde four year old dropped from the crib to run to his father's arms.

As the two spoke, Mary lifted the two year old girl standing at her side over the crib. Two blonde pigtails fell over the baby's face as his big sister kissed his forehead, and one tiny hand reached out to catch them. "No, Sammy. Sleep now," the girl whispered, gently pulling her hair free. Then she smiled up at her mother and rested her head on the shoulder of the white nightgown that matched her own.

"You got him?" Mary asked, pausing beside her husband.

In the moment while the adults smiled at each other, the two children stretched over their parents' shoulders to lean their foreheads together. "Night Kimmy," the boy murmured.

"Night Dean," she mumbled, eyes already closed. Mary and John smiled down at the kids, then Mary carried her little girl into her own room. "Love you, Mommy," Kim told her as she was tucked in.

"Love you too, princess," Mary whispered, kissing her forehead before she went to her own bed.

The two year old woke to her mother's scream and followed her father into the nursery, fumbling to get a sweatshirt on over her nightgown. "Daddy, is Sammy okay?" she asked, moving to his side.

"Yeah, princess, he's okay," John assured her, reaching for the dark spot that appeared on the blanket as he picked her up in one arm. She looked up over his shoulder and screamed, waking her older brother and making her father turn. "No!" John cried as he stumbled and fell to the floor, taking Kim with him. She stared at her mother on the ceiling as her father called out, then buried her face in his neck as flames erupted over them. The baby's wails caught both their attention, and John scrambled up to grab Sam in his other arm.

"Daddy!" Dean called as he father raced towards him, backlit by the fire.

John handed his oldest son the baby, then set his daughter on her feet. "Take your brother outside as fast as you can. Don't look back. Now, Dean! Kim, go!" the father ordered, watching the two blondes race for the stairs with the baby.

They hurried down the stairs, Kim opening the door for her burdened brother to run out onto the lawn. "It's okay, Sammy," Dean promised, looking up at the nursery window as his sister reached his side.

Both could hear the crackle of the flames on the wood furniture, and then both were swept up by their father's strong arms. "Gotcha," John reassured them as he carried them away, and Kim looked up to see the fire explode out both windows. After the paramedics declared all four of the Winchesters to be unharmed, John took all three to his beloved Impala, where Dean pressed against his side. Kim curled up in her big brother's lap as he stroked her hair and both clutched at their father's sleeve where Sam's head rested. Neither saw the way their father's eyes hardened into unyielding stone.