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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Past – 35 Years Ago ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For everyone in the Winchester household, that night was just like any other. Mary and Dean said goodnight to Sam, kissing him goodnight just as John entered the room. The whole family shared a few silent laughs and smiles, careful not to startle Sam too much. Dean had grown immensely close to his baby brother Sam in just those first few 6 months, clear to anyone that he would always be there for him.
Time slowly approached quarter past 8 when the house grew eerily quiet. Everyone had drifted off to sleep, scattered around the house, Dean, and Mary in their beds while, unbeknownst to Mary, her husband was sound asleep in the chair downstairs.
Mary was awoken by the shrill screeching of the baby monitor, emanating from it the soft cry of baby Sam. She slowly rose from her bed and headed in the direction of her youngest son’s bedroom. Upon reaching it she saw a shadowy figure towering above Sam’s crib. Despite its features being indecipherable, this figure was clearly a man, one she mistook to be her husband. After being adequately reassured of her son’s safety she moved on to return to her room when a faint flickering caught her eye at the end of the hall.
The light drew her towards it like a magnet drawing an opposing force. Curiosity took over when she saw a second light which was out of place downstairs, Mary headed there where the sight of her husband fast asleep on the chair caused her heart to leap out of her chest. She froze on the spot remembering the shadowy figure in her son’s room and then leapt into action. She rushed up the stairs with as much speed as she could muster, then entered the room to protect her child.
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That single choice began the events of the next 35 years. But it wasn’t really a choice, was it? She knew she had to do all she could to protect her family, she believed she had all the skills needed to protect her son, she just had no idea what evil she was really up against.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Present Day ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Everything that could have possibly gone wrong for the Winchester brothers had gone wrong. Their mother, after only just getting her back, was trapped in an alternate universe and presumed dead, although they are yet to agree on what they believe. Their friend and ally Castiel was dead, murdered by Lucifer, the source of all their pain for the previous 13 years, quite possibly their entire lives. Their ally, friend being a questionable description, had just sacrificed himself, the only person keeping all of hell in check since he rose to power. And finally, what could quite possibly be the worst thing of all, Lucifer now has a son in which they have no idea what to do with him.
Jack, as named by his mother, was yet to be decided in which category he fell under for the Winchesters. Dean was adamant that he’ll be like his father, the devil himself, only 10x more powerful. The one thing he’s been searching for ever since Jack arrived on earth, a way to kill him. To send him to wherever Nephilim’s go when they died.
Sam, on the other hand, was completely different. He saw good in the devil’s son, a good that he never saw in Lucifer. He saw strength and even a bit of himself. He knew that Jack could be saved from the darkness, that he didn’t have to become evil like Lucifer, he just had to somehow convince Dean of this.