Daddy's Little Girl Chapter 1: Prologue, a supernatural fanfic

Here's some fantastic mom!Mary for you! I hope you enjoy this new story. I planned it all out last night, chapter by chapter and...it's going to be a lot longer than I thought it would. I think it's like 16 chapters or something. O.O

By the way, I forgot at the end of my last story to credit the lyrics I used to Bon Jovi. They are not mine. I wish I could write lyrics like that. I'm...not a poet. At all. :) And the title of this story is also the title of a song by...I think it's the Mills Brothers... (I have a real title! It's the apocalypse!) :)

Please review! :)

"Dean, baby, it's time for bed." Mary smiled down at her oldest son, who was sitting beside Sammy on his blanket, making faces at him.

"I'm not baby! I'm a big brother." Dean flashed an adorable grin up at her.

Mary laughed. "Of course, I'm sorry, Dean. It's still time for bed, though."

Dean pouted, but Mary shook her head. "Nope. Come on. I'm putting Sammy to bed too."

Dean's face brightened at that. "Can I help?" Without waiting for an answer, Dean stood, then bent over to pick up Sammy.

Mary winced at that. She loved her boys, she did, and she even trusted Dean with Sammy. The boy was amazingly careful and gentle for a four year old, but...it was still nerve-wracking to see such a small boy picking up an even smaller one.

Dean had Sammy cradled against him a second later, talking a mile a minute about all the things they were going to do the next day.

"We're gonna go to work with daddy and we're gonna teach you to crawl and do somethin' besides lay there all day, cause that's gotta be boring, and we're gonna eat lunch and dinner and I bet momma will make pie for us and we're gonna go fishing and we're gonna watch scooby doo an-and we're gonna watch jerry beat up tom an-an' we're gonna..." Dean was thinking hard now, apparently having run out of things he wanted to do.

Mary shook her head. Fishing? Where did that come from? And 'beat up' where did he learn that? Maybe letting them watch Tom and Jerry wasn't a good idea...

Dean walked slowly and carefully towards Sammy's bedroom, still talking, though he had moved on to the latest episode of scooby doo.

When Dean got inside Sammy's bedroom, he paused, looking up at his mom. "You can take him now."

Mary smiled. "Oh, I can? Thank you." He's going to be a handful as a teenager.

The mother laid down her youngest son in his crib, smiling down at him, though the kid was already mostly asleep.

As amusing as it was, Dean's stream of consciousness talking always seemed to ease Sammy to sleep at night.

Checking to make sure the window was closed, Mary shut the light off, then quietly closed the door behind her.

Dean was already in bed, John sitting on the bed beside him, smiling as Dean described all the things they were doing tomorrow.

"Alright, Dean. Time for bed, kiddo." John announced the moment he saw his beloved wife.

"Love you, daddy, mommy."

"Love you too, babe."

"Love you, kiddo. Sleep tight."

Dean snuggled into his pillow and was snoring a second later.

John shut the door behind them, turned to Mary and flashed her a smile, then wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Let's get to bed. I've gotta get up early in the morning."

...

Mary started out of bed an hour later.

A horrible feeling was growing in the pit of her stomach, every fiber of her being screaming at her. Something is wrong.

She climbed out of bed, shaking John a little. "Something's wrong, John."

She didn't wait to see if he woke, didn't wait for him at all, already heading out the door, breaking into a run towards Sammy's room.

Throwing the door open, she froze at the scene before her.

A demon, yellow eyes flashing in the dark of the room.

Oh no.

Three or four steps away from Sammy's crib and approaching fast.

She gasped aloud and the demon glanced over at her, pulling to a stop in his movement towards her youngest baby.

"Demon."

The demon grinned. "I'm flattered. You know your stuff, then, hmm, Mary Winchester?"

"Stay away from my baby." the irate mother growled.

The demon laughed softly, amused. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to kill little Sammy here. He might not look like much now, but someday he will be a formidable enemy to my purposes. I like to nip things in the bud and I think I'm going to end the problem before it begins."

Mary scowled. "I won't let you touch him."

The demon laughed aloud. "What exactly are you going to do?"

Mary drew on training she had desperately hoped to never have to use again, depending on it now to save her baby, save her family.

She was moving rapidly, flinging the contents of the now open bottle of holy water in the demon's face.

Thank heavens I hid a bottle in each room.

It screeched in pain, taking a few rapid steps back.

Mary dashed to the crib, her only thought now of her baby, her vulnerable child, who would die if she didn't do something.

When she felt the pull of the demon's power on her, she knew she wouldn't be the one to save Sammy.

"JOHN!" her scream was loud and desperate.

Pounding footsteps were heard a second later.

Mary felt herself slam into the ceiling, mouth open in a silent scream of agony as her middle was split open by the demon's furious power.

John appeared in the doorway, glancing around the room, then freezing and looking up.

"Mary."

A horrified whisper.

Her eyes slid to Sammy's crib and, tears in his eyes, John got the message.

He pulled their now crying baby out of the crib.

Oh I'm so sorry John.

Flames suddenly licked at her white dress.

Burning.

Pain.

Darkness.

...

About 19 Years Later...

Hi you've reached Dean Winchester's phone. If this is an emergency, leave your name, number, and the details of your problem, and I'll get back to you as soon as possible. If it's not an emergency, don't bother leaving a message. Unless you're a girl. Then feel free, baby, I'll get back to you ASAP.

Sam snorted in exasperation at that, then heard the beep.

"Hey Dean. I'm not a girl, but this is sort of an emergency, so I'm leaving a message. I don't know why you aren't answering your phone or if you've even gotten the hundreds of messages I've left you over the last few months. I'm...I'm getting married, dude, and I want you here. Do you really hate me so much that you wouldn't show up to my wedding?"

Sam couldn't keep the hurt out of his voice. He sighed heavily, trying to pull himself together.

"The wedding is in an hour, Dean. I've snuck away to leave you one last message, just...just in case. I...I wanted you to be the best man, Dean. Why aren't you here?"

Another sigh.

"Anyway...I got ot go. Hope you make it, man. If you don't...I hope you have a really freaking good excuse."

4 months later...

The message wasn't as amusing this time as it had been the first time or even the hundredth time.

"Dean, you #$^$, #$$%#, #$#%^#, why won't you answer your #$#%#$ phone! I..."

Sam cut off, taking a deep breath.

"Alright. Alright, I'm sorry. I should have just given up by now, I suppose, but...crap, Jess is pregnant. I'm going to be a dad! I...I need you here, man. I'm excited, but I...I'm scared too. Yeah, I know, you'll probably call me a wuss, but crap, I'm gonna be a dad!"

He paused.

"Please call me, Dean. I think I'm worrying Jess. Please Dean. Call me. Number hasn't changed, dude."

14 months later...

"Dean! Oh gosh, Dean, there was a demon in the baby's nursery! J-Jess came in and found it. Her...Her scream was...gosh I thought that was it for a while...I...everyone's fine, though, I...I managed to fight it off and I got both of them out, but our house is gone. E-everything's gone. We can't stay here, there are more demons coming. J-Jess is frightened, the...the baby won't stop crying..."

Sam cut off a sob that he was sure made it through the phone anyway.

"Man, I need to know where you are! I need help! Please, Dean! Crap, I gotta go. Dean please call me!"