Chapter 1: The Beginning.

It is nearing midnight when a small girl is startled awake by a noise coming from her baby brother's room next door. She tries to set up in bed but can't because of the tight hold her twin brother has on her. She pokes him in the side, "Let go, Dean." A tiny snore escapes the sleeping blonde boy's mouth but he doesn't release his grip. This time she smacks him, "I said let go, booger-breath."

The little boy, Dean, grunts in pain and releases her. She climbs out of bed, her strawberry-blonde hair a tangled mess, and starts to walk to the bedroom door. She suddenly stops and turns around, returning to the bed she just vacated. She picks up a stuffed angel doll that has short blonde hair, crimson wings, and a scowl on his face. "You're coming with me, Mr. Grumpy."

She turns back around and leaves her and Dean's room. She begins to make her way to her baby brother's room. When she enters the room the first thing she sees is a strange man standing over her little brother. "Who are you? What are you doing to Sammy?"

The man turns around and his yellow eyes lock onto her emerald green ones. "Well, hello princess. What are you doing up?"

As he takes a step towards her, she takes a step back clutching Mr. Grumpy tighter. "You're a bad man. What did you do to Sammy?"

The man with the yellow eyes smirks at her then crouches down so that he is at eye level with the four year old. "I made him special, just like you're special."

"Sammy!" A woman shouts and a moment later a beautiful blonde haired woman appears in the doorway of the nursery. Her eyes land on the man and she quickly pushes the little girl behind her. "Jean, go back to your room and stay there."

As the little girl turns to go, the yellow eyed man says, "Bye-bye princess. See you in about twenty-two years."

When she is halfway back to her room she hears her mother scream and runs back to the nursery. She freezes just over the threshold of the room. Nailed to the ceiling, above Sammy's crib, is her mother who is gasping in pain with blood staining her nightgown over her stomach.

"Mary!" A man shouts from downstairs and moments later a dark haired man bursts into the room. He sighs in relief when he sees that his youngest child is fine. He walks over to the crib and looks inside. He then looks over his shoulder at his seemingly paralyzed daughter; she is just standing still, eyes wide, staring up at the ceiling. "Jeanie, what's wrong?". A dripping sound turns the man's attention back to the Sam's crib; where he sees drops of a dark red liquid land on the sheet beside baby Sam's head.

The man reaches down to touch a drop of the thick liquid and another drop lands on the back of his hand. He looks up and immediately collapses to the ground from the shock of seeing his wife on the ceiling. "No! Mary!" Without warning, flames erupt from behind Mary and it quickly engulfs her body. The man can only watch, horror-struck, as the fire consumes his beloved wife and spreads to other parts of the nursery.

Baby Sam begins to wail in fright which snaps the man out of his stupor. He gets to his feet and picks up Sam from his crib. He turns towards the door and sees that his daughter is still frozen in terror. He ushers her out of the door ahead of him and she obeys.

As soon as they enter the hallway, the little blonde haired boy shouts "Daddy!" The man runs to his oldest child Dean, who is now fully awake, and hands him Sam.

"Take your brother and sister outside as fast as you can. Don't look back! Jean go with Dean. Now, you two, go!". Dean and Jean take off running through the house and they don't stop until they're outside.

Dean tries to comfort his crying baby brother while Jeans stands there looking up at the nursery window. All of a sudden, the man picks up the twins and runs farther away from the house. Just in time too; for a giant fireball explodes from the nursery, shattering the windows and sending glass and flaming debris raining down upon the spot where the children once stood.

Seven minutes later, the man is sitting on the hood of his 1967 Chevy Impala, holding Sam while Dean and Jean sit on either side of him, hugging him. They watch in silence as the firefighters battle against the raging flames that are trying to consume their once happy home.

Jean let's out a small sob and clutches the crimson-winged angel doll closer to her.

*22 Years Later*

The sun is just reaching it's highest position in the clear blue sky when a young woman with bright fiery-red hair exits an old dilapidated barn. Her shirt is soaked with blood and she's carrying a bloody machete.

She walks up to the trunk of a beautiful blue 1968 Ford Mustang and opens it. She pulls out a gallon of water and a dark towel then proceeds to clean the machete. Once the weapon is clean of blood, she turns back to the trunk and lifts the false bottom revealing various weapons and tools: guns, knives, stakes, crucifixes, cans of gasoline, bags of salt, and a ton of ammunition; regular rounds, salt rounds, and even silver rounds. The woman's emerald green eyes dart around the trunk until they land on what they were looking for. She sets the machete into it's rightful place then takes off her plaid over shirt and throws it into a plastic trash bag along with a few other articles of bloody clothing. She adjusts her black camisole before grabbing a can of gasoline and a book of matches then returns to the barn.

After a couple of minutes, smoke begins to drift from the barn and rise lazily into the air. The woman leaves the barn once more and returns to the trunk of the Mustang. As flames begin to hungrily devour the old barn, she removes the gallon of water and another towel. She wets the towel and cleans the blood from her face, neck, and arms. She tosses the towel into the dirty clothes bag and the now empty gas can and water jug into the trunk and then replaces the false bottom before closing the trunk.

By the time she's finished, the barn is engulfed by the flames. She climbs into the driver's side of the Mustang, checks the rearview mirror for anymore blood on her face, then starts the car and drives off down an old gravel road. Five minutes later, she reaches an old highway and turns left, heading west.

She pulls out her cellphone and dials 9-1-1. "I'd like to report a fire," she pauses, listening to the dispatcher's reply. "It's on I-90 about ten miles west of Ramone.". She then flips her phone close, ending the call, and continues to drive.

She turns on the radio and 'House of the Rising Sun' by Animals blares through the speakers. She begins to sing along with the song. Her phone ringing interrupts the song and she reluctantly turns the radio off. She picks up her phone and checks the ID.

A huge smile graces her lips as she answers her phone, "Hiya, Sammy!"

A deep, male voice sighs and then says, "Don't call me Sammy, Jean."

Jean chuckles, "Sure thing, Sammy. So...How are you doing little bro?"

"It's been...rough, but I'm slowly coming to accept that maybe Jess' death," his voice breaks for a moment from grief before he continues, "isn't my fault."

Jean doesn't hesitate to answer, "Sam, you're not at fault for what happened to Jessica, okay? Even with your psychic visions, which you didn't know that's what those dreams were at the time, you're not to blame. You need to stop beating yourself up over this."

On the other end of the line, Sam scoffs, "You actually sound like Dean. He said basically the same thing."

Jean is silent for a few seconds then says, "Well, there ya go...if Dean and I actually agree on something, it must be true."

The last time she saw, or even spoke, to her twin brother was five years ago and she had gotten into a huge argument with Dean and their father, John. Jean had wanted to start hunting by herself and John, as well as Dean, had started yelling their heads off at her. Things had quickly escalated and ended with Jean walking away and John shouting, "Don't you ever call me or your brothers for help!". She heard from Dean or John since. However, Sam has kept in touch with her on a regular basis.

Sam's voice on the phone brings Jean out of her memories, "Jean...Jeanie, are you there?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm still here Sammy. I'm just a bit tired. I just got done taking down a small nest of vampires."

Sam lets out a noise of surprise, "Vampires? Vampires are real?"

She shrugs even though Sam can't see it, "Yeah. Although they are on the edge of extinction."

"Huh. Anyway, Jean, I was actually calling because Dean and I need your help. We're in Lawrence and...there's something in our old house." Sam pauses but when silence is the only response he receives, he continues. "We don't know if it's the thing that killed mom or not, but we can really use your help."

Jean takes in a deep breath, letting the news sink in. She releases it as a heavy sigh before asking, "Does Dean know you've called me?"

At this Sam's voice takes on a guilty tone, "Uh, no."

"I'm sorry, but I can't really help Sam. I'm actually in Maine right now. I'm sure by the time I got to Kansas, you and Dean would have it all wrapped up with a nice, pretty bow.". She pauses, "Besides it's probably a poltergeist; they're attracted to places that, uh, have had negative things happen in them.". Sam remains silent and Jean sighs again before continuing, "I'm really sorry I can't be there Sammy, but I do have some advice. Go find a psychic by the name of Missouri Mosley; dad took me with him once to see her, and she's the real deal Sam."

"Uh, okay. I understand why you can't make it, Jeanie. It was nice talking to you, sis."

"You too, little bro. Hey, don't let Dean get under your skin too much, okay? He needs at least one of us around to save his freckly ass."

Sam laughs, "Bye, Jeanie."

"Bye, Sammy." she says, in a sing-songy voice and then hangs up.

She turns the radio back on and starts to sing along with Thin Lizzy's 'The Boys Are Back in Town'.

After about two hours of driving, Jean pulls into a cheap motel. She gets out of her beloved Mustang and looks up at the motel's neon sign. "Oh, hell no.". She gets back into her car, starts it, and drives away; leaving the Redrum Motel behind.