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John woke up to the distant sounds of voices talking about yard lines and opened to eyes to see a football game midway through, he yawned he must have fell asleep in front of the television again. He wondered why Mary hadn't woke him up and told him to go to bed. Bed, that's where he should have been at the moment and he should really go up there. It was warm and comforting up there but this half-awake state he was in at the moment was warm and sleepy as well. He wasn't as young as he used to be though, sleeping all night long like this would give him a backache in the morning.

He slowly opened his eyes and slowly pulled himself to his feet, he glanced at the stairs. Why hadn't they put the TV upstairs so that he wouldn't have to go up them now? He took the stairs slowly gathering up a little speed as he started waking up little by little.

He made it to the top, finally. It was much more of an accomplishment in his sleepy state than it would have been normally. John was headed towards his room but he heard Sammy's fussing and detoured. Only to see something that shocked him awake. There was a man in Sammy's room his back was turned to him. There was a stranger in his six-month-old son's room. John's fatherly protective instincts kicked in and John was about to tackle the stranger when suddenly he was glued to the wall. The man turned around, his eyes weren't normal they were yellow and staring at him. Yellow that wasn't a normal color! What was he? What was he doing here? What was going on?! His eyes were drawn to Sammy again and he tried to get to his son again to protect him but again found out he couldn't move.

"John, John, John you just had to come in right at this moment didn't you? This is really going to put a crimp in my plan. Ah well, you can't dwell on the past. Dean will just have to grow up without a mother and a father and Sam, well I guess he's coming with me." He had thought he was scared before, now he was terrified. The creature, whatever it was, was planning on taking his son...and he said something about Mary's life being in danger.

"It is really such a shame, such plans I had." The yellow-eyed man shook his head then looked above him, John's glance followed his to Mary, his beautiful Mary, on the ceiling. He tried to move his legs, his arm anything so that he could get her to get to her, to help her to stop whatever was happening. However, because of whatever the creature was he couldn't move could only stare at the expression of horror on Mary's face.

"Two for the price of one I guess it is." John felt himself being forced up the wall, onto the ceiling and eventually came to rest across from Mary. He looked into her eyes she was scared and also sad, he wondered what his own eyes showed. A slash appeared in Mary's stomach and she screamed, a scream that filled up the whole house and his head. His wife was tough, one of the toughest people he knew. She must have been in a lot of pain to scream, so he tried to grab her hand to calm her but they were inches away from being able to reach.

"Well you two love birds, I gotta be going now and so it's goodbye." Suddenly they were engulfed in flames but despite the agony of the flame burning into his skin he still noticed the demon taking Sammy out of his crib. He died feeling helpless to stop whatever was going to happen to his sons.