A/N: So. I happen to adore fics where characters from their book/show/movie read/watch their book/show/movie. And I've looked and looked and looked for a Supernatural one, and I only found one, called Watching The Show by xAndromedaNiketax. It was where a young Dean and Sam with Bobby and John watch the show, and I loved the idea. Unfortunately, there was only one chapter that was posted more than a year ago, I decided to carry on the torch and do it myself. It'll be slow going, but I'm looking forward to this fic very much, so I hope you're willing to come along for the ride.

Disclaimer: They're Kripke's toys. I'll put them back when I'm done. I'm just borrowing them for a bit.

Warnings: As long as you've watched the show, you already know what these'll be.

Note: Any deleted or extended scenes I can find will be included in this fic

"Hey Dad?" Twelve year old Sam Winchester called, sitting at the edge of a twin bed that'd been slept in by God only knew how many people. "Did you and Dean rent a movie?" he held the unmarked disc carefully, slipping it out of the paper sleeve he'd found it in, looking for a title.

"No." Came the short, almost snapped, reply from the other side of the motel room. "Why?"

"Because I found this." the boy explained, holding up the DVD for his father to see - if John had even been really paying attention. The hunter was fixated on finding a bit of information in one of Bobby's old books, and therefore had no interest in being distracted by something so trivial.

"Whoever was here before us probably just left it behind. I'd leave it be Sam." Bobby commented over the top of his own leatherbound book, tone considerably softer than John's. Of course Sam obeyed, slipping the disc back into the envelope in had come in.

"Yeah Sammy, might have porn or something on it." Dean said with a smirk, coming out of the bathroom. He took the disc out of his little brother's hand with a little grin. Dean was sixteen, and had just hit another growth spurt, and was overall just big - a fact he'd learned to enjoy lording over his shorter, smaller sibling.

"If it might have porn on it, why are you putting it on?" Sam challenged, annoyed at the way the disc had been snatched away from him. He pointedly looked away from the television - just in case it was porn - as his brother put the movie in the player.

"Dean..." their father sighed, still not looking up from the book. The boys had always been prone to bickering, but it seemed to have gotten worse recently, and that in itself was exhausting. He said nothing further though, which Dean took to be permission to watch it anyway, flouncing onto the bed and sitting crosslegged next to Sam.

"SUPERNATURAL" the screen declared in flashing blue letters, before fading into darkness for a few seconds. "Lawrence, Kansas - 22 Years Ago" appeared on the screen as darkness faded, the sounds of crickets becoming audible as the black screen faded to the image of a large tree, barren of leaves, outside a one of several suburban homes at night.

Dean made a choked little noise and tilted his head to the side some. "Dad? Isn't that our old house?" Needless to say, that got John's attention, as well as Bobby's, and the two men promptly put their books down and paid rapt attention.

"Come on, let's say goodnight to your brother." A woman's voice said gently, as the scene shifted to show a woman carrying a young child in a darkened room. The lights turned on to reveal Mary Winchester and a young Dean in what was clearly a nursery.

"Mary.." John breathed, voice somewhere between pained and awed.

"Mom.." Dean stared at the screen with wide eyes, seeing his mother for the first time since he was young.

"Dean.. is that..?" Sam questioned, curiosity and confusion in his eyes. He recognized his mother, mainly from the pictures - but the sound of her voice lingered with him as familiar. He didn't really need an answer from his brother.

An infant Sam laid in a crib, looking over at his mother and brother. Mary set Dean down, who ran across the room and leaned over the side of the crib and kissed his little brother on the forehead.

"'Night Sam."

"Is that me?" Sam asked, once again looking to his brother, who nodded mutely, eyes glued on the screen with an odd sort of reverence. He felt a twinge of sadness for a moment, as he realized that he never really knew his mother, and never would, the way his father and Dean did.

"Goodnight love." Mary whispered, arm around Dean and hand brushing through baby Sam's hair and pressing a tender kiss where his brother had not seconds before.

"Hey Dean." John Winchester smiled from the doorway, watching his family.

"Daddy!" Dean yelled happily, running to his father, who picked him up easily.

"Hey buddy! So what do you think? You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?" Young Dean shook his head, laughing happily.

"No daddy."

John laughed, before agreeing, "No."

Bobby looked at the Winchesters with a sympathetic kind of sadness. It was difficult, seeing how they were before Mary died, before they became hunters. It was even worse, seeing how devastated John and Dean looked, when Sam could at best look merely confused. It wasn't the boy's fault, he knew, Sam had been so young when Mary died, that he couldn't be expected to remember much, if anything.

"No.." John breathed as he remembered, in vivid detail, what he was seeing on the screen. This was the night his wife died. This was the night that his family's whole world came crumbling down. It was hard to stomach, and he had to fight down a wave of nausea.

"You got him?" Mary, asked, pausing in the doorway behind her husband and oldest son, hand on John's arm.

"I got him." John confirmed, smiling into the nursery and hugging Dean close. "Sweet dreams Sam." He said gently, before carrying Dean out of the room and flicking off the lights. Baby Sam laid in his crib, cooing softly and looking up at his mobile, which slowly began to spin on it's own above him. On the wall, the clock stopped and the lights flickered.

Every hunter in the room, including Sam and Dean, tensed. Things moving on their own were never, ever, under any circumstances good. Clocks stopping and lights flickering were even worse.

"Dad?" Dean asked, peeling his eyes away from the screen to look at his father. "Do you know what this is?" He didn't get an answer, or even an acknowledgement, only stony silence. He looked back to the television as the scene changed.

Lights flickered on a baby monitor sitting on a nightstand. Next to it, a photo of Mary and John, and behind that, Mary herself, who was roused as Sam began to cry. She turned the light and rolled over, "John?" She turned, and upon realizing that her husband wasn't in bed, got up.

"No.. mom.." Dean said softly, pleading with the television, as if he could change the past by warning his mother now. "Don't get up.. Don't."

"Tonight's the night she.." Sam whispered, looking at the covers on the bed like they were the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. "Isn't it?" He didn't get an answer. He didn't need one. He already knew.

Mary walked down the hallway, rubbing her eyes. The lights were back on in the nursery when she entered, a figure leaning over the crib.

"John?" She asked, "Is he hungry?" The figure turned toward her slightly, still obscured in shadow, and made a soft shushing sound.

"No.. that's not me.." John said, looking desperately at the screen. "It's not me Mary." He repeated it as if he were there, as if he were absolutely desperate for her to believe him. "Don't.."

"Alright." Mary sighed, resignation in her tone. She headed back into the hallway, intent on going back to bed, when the flickering of a lightbulb caught her eye. She walked toward it, tapping the glass gently until the beam steadied. She seemed satisfied, until she caught sight of another flickering light downstairs. She went to investigate, only to find John sleeping soundly on the couch, a war movie on TV. She realized instantly that if that was John, then he couldn't be upstairs and ran back.

"Sammy! Sammy!" She called, stopping short upon entering the nursery again.

"Dammit." John cursed, standing out of his chair roughly. His body was stone stiff and his eyes were dark as he glared at the screen. "If I had been awake.." He started, but Bobby cut him off quickly.

"You'd have what? You weren't a hunter then, John." He pointed out logically. "Even if you'd have been awake, there wouldn't have been a damn thing you coulda done. You couldn'ta stopped it if you tried." His voice left little room for argument, and John settled back into his chair a second later.

Back in the living room, John jolted awake after hearing Mary scream. He scrambled out of his chair and lunged up the stairs, calling out for his wife. When he got upstairs, he burst into the then-closed nursery. All was quiet and still, except for Sam awake in his crib. John glanced around before pushing down the side of Sam's crib.

"Hey Sammy, you okay?" He asked gently. Something dark appeared next to Sam, a dime of dark color. John touched it with a finger, and two more spots appeared on his hand. They're drops of liquid, falling from above, John realizes and looks up.

Mary was sprawled, impossibly, across the ceiling, as if laying on the ground. The stomach of her nightgown was scarlet with blood, she struggled to breathe as she stared at John, who dropped to the floor.

John's knuckles were white as he gripped the sides of his chair, fighting the growing urge to vomit as he stared at what had been his nightmare for months, years.

Dean looked like he was about to cry, but at the same time couldn't bear to look away from the screen. He reached over and grabbed ahold of Sam's arm, who was staring in horror and fear.

Bobby watched silently, face impassive under a mask. He was strongly reminded of his own wife, and images of her death flashed in his mind for a moment as Mary Winchester died before his eyes.

Mary exploded into flames, which began to spread across the ceiling. In his crib, Sam started to cry, reminding John forcefully that he was not alone. He stood and scooped up his son, holding him tight against his body and rushing out of the room.

Meanwhile, Dean had woken and come to investigate. He yelled to his father, who pressed Sam into his arms.

"Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back!" John ordered, giving Dean a little push. "Now Dean, go!" Obediently, Dean turned and ran while John turned back to the inferno, calling out again for his wife.

"I didn't know you carried me out of the house." Sam said softly, turning to his brother, who didn't even respond. "Thanks for not dropping me down the stairs." he tried, a weak attempt to lighten the mood. Dean gave a half-laugh, and wrapped his arm loosely around Sam's shoulders.

"No problem Sammy." He replied, pausing for a beat and looking away from the movie. "Not that brain damage would've affected you at all." he teased back half heartedly. Sam pushed him away, laughing - though it's too loud, too bright to be genuine.

Still running, Dean paused. "Its okay Sammy." he assured his brother looking up at the window that glowed gold.

At that moment, John burst out of the house, grabbing both of his sons and carrying them away, mumbling "I gotcha." Over the top of Dean's head as fire exploded out of the house.

Firefighters sprayed water on the house, yelling occasionally back and forth to each other while police officers held the interested neighbors at bay. Across the street from the house, John and Dean sat on the hood of the John's Impala, Sam tucked against his father's chest. John stared upward, a dark look flashing across his face

Dean pushed the heel of his hand against his cheek, forcing away the single tear that'd fallen. He pulled his by then crying little brother against his side, rubbing circles against his back to soothe him.

John looked close to breaking down and crying himself, hands clasped together and shaking slightly. Head bowed as he looked at the floor. Bobby stood and placed a hand on John's neck, a comforting gesture that John stiffened under.

They all jumped when bright, happy music burst from the television.

A/N: So. There's that. What do you guys think? Worth continuing? I know it'll be a righteous pain in the ass to get caught up to the current, but I'm willing to try and I'll probably skip a few episodes. Anyway, all reviews are appreciated and loved. Feel free to favorite/follow or whatever else your heart desires.

See you next chapter,

TheFallenArchangel