Azazel's visit and the nursery fire were supposed to happen on the night of November 2, 1983.

November 1st, 1983

"Honey, sit down and eat your breakfast," Mary placed the bowl of cereal in front of the fidgeting 4-year-old.

"What is it now?" Mary sighed when the phone on the wall started ringing.

With the squirming infant in one arm, Mary answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Mary Campbell?" an unfamiliar voice answered.

Mary frowned. Nobody called her by her maiden name anymore.

"Who is this calling?"

"Mary? Oh, thank god. Took me so long to find you. I'm Henry, I used to work with your father, Samuel."

"Why are you calling me? I don't hunt anymore," Mary vaguely remembered the name.

"I know what killed your parents, Mary. The demon knows where you are, and it's coming for your son next. He's in danger. Your family is in danger," Henry warned.

Mary swallowed thickly. A demon was coming after her family?

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"You don't, but are you willing to take that chance? I had a demon trapped, and it spilled on its boss. Demon daddy has plans for your boy."

"Demons lie."

"Trust me, this one was not lying. Meet me tonight. I can help you," Henry offered sincerely.

November 2nd, 1983

John yawned and stopped the ringing alarm clock beside the bed. He reached out to embrace his lovely wife, and was surprised to find the other half of the bed empty. That was weird. He was usually the first one to be up.

"Mary?" he entered the bathroom. She was not there.

John opened the door to the adjacent room, where Dean was sleeping peacefully. No Mary either.

His next stop was the nursery. John was expecting to find Mary with Sam, but saw neither of them when he entered. Something was missing. Sam's toys and blankets were nowhere to be seen. John checked the wardrobes, and his stomach dropped. Mary and Sam's clothes were emptied out.

What the hell?

After walking around the whole house, John picked up his phone and dialed Mary's number.

"The number you have dialed is not in use."

That was not possible. John paced the living room. Did his wife just leave him? They were having some issues but this? No, Mary would probably have taken both the boys. What if they were kidnapped? But what about their clothes?

"Daddy?" John heard a small voice from behind him.

"Hey buddy. Have you seen mommy?" John stooped down.

Dean shook his head and stared at his frantic father, tears swimming in his huge green eyes.

"It's okay, Dean-o. It's okay. We're going to find your mommy and Sammy," John pulled Dean into a hug.

Present

"Who am I supposed to be again?" Sam asked.

"The guy with the Electrical wiring company, honey. How many times do you have to ask that?" Mary stroked his son's hair.

"Yeah, I'm…I'm just nervous," Sam rubbed his sweaty palms against his jeans, "I mean, that's my father and my brother in there."

"Just treat it like any other job. Go into the house and plant the charms. Easy as pie," Mary smiled.

"Easy for you to say. So I'm with the gas company, right?" Sam proceeded to exit the car.

"Electrical wiring, Sam."

"Dean! Can you get the door please? My hands are full down here!" John bellowed from the kitchen.

"Alright, alright! Geez," Dean dropped the photograph that he was holding onto his bed.

He dashed down the stairs, side-stepping their unpacked belongings which were strewn all over the place. Dean hated relocating. The last time they moved was right after his mother and brother went missing. All he remembered was him tripping over some stray piece of furniture in their new home and breaking his arm.

The pounding on the front door grew louder with each passing second. Dean quickened his pace before whoever it was at the other side knocked the door down. He swung the door wide open, revealing a young man of college age. He was wearing a Hansen's Electrical Wiring Co. polo-tee with worn out jeans. Dean noticed that the kid was staring at him with an intense look on his face.

"Can I help you?" Dean folded his arms across his chest.

"Oh! Um…I'm with the Electrical Wiring Company, and I was called here to check on the wiring in this house," the kid snapped out of his reverie.

"We didn't call anyone," Dean frowned. Did they? Nope. Both of them spent the entire morning unpacking away.

"No, you didn't. Umm…the previous owners. They were the ones who called. They wanted to make sure that the wires are holding up okay. They'll be paying for any necessary repairs," the stranger shrugged.

"Okay," Dean invited him in. As long as they were not the ones who were going to pay for any faulty wires.

"I'd like to check the bedrooms first, if you don't mind?"

"Yeah, sure. This way," Dean led him up the stairs.

The house was not a big one, but it was a place that could be called a home, a safe harbor. Sam never had a proper home to return to. Both him and Mary were always moving from place to place, evading the demons that had been after them ever since they had left John and Dean. Apparently, Azazel did not like to be outsmarted.

Sam trudged up the steps behind his brother, his heart thudding away madly in his chest. His brother was right there!

"I think the wires run through here," Dean gestured as they entered the first room to their left.

Sam paused when he spotted the small photograph lying atop the bed. Mary kept a copy of that same photograph. It was their family portrait taken in their Lawrence home. His parents were beaming from ear to ear, with Dean on John's lap and Sam on Mary's. Dean leaned against the door frame and watched. Sam tore his eyes away from the photo and started fiddling around in his toolbox.

How was he going to do his job with Dean watching his every move? He had zero knowledge about wiring. Any longer with Dean here, his cover was going to be blown.

"Hey, uh…do you have a wire stripper? I forgot to bring mine," Sam asked.

Sam waited till Dean was out of earshot before he proceeded with knocking a small hole in the wall. When it was big enough, he shoved the bag into the hole. It was a protection charm Mary had put together, that would hide them both from the demons. Mary had done the same for their previous house, and she had called upon another hunter for help with the deed. Sam was the one who volunteered this time round.

Dean walked into the kitchen, and found his father working under the sink.

"Who was that?" John asked.

"Some kid from the electrical company. The previous owners had called them to check on the wiring," Dean rummaged through the open toolbox by the sink.

"What's wrong with the wiring?"

"I hope nothing is wrong. Aha! Found you," Dean pulled out the wire stripper.

By the time he got back up to his room, the guy was nowhere to be seen.

"Um…hello?"

"I think I'm done here. Everything seems to be in working order," the guy appeared from his father's room while dusting his jeans with his hands.

Dean nodded hesitantly. That was fast. Oh, and not suspicious at all. Had he invited a thief into the house? Well, not like they had anything worth stealing. But there was just something about this guy, something oddly familiar. Dean found himself staring and quickly looked away.

"Right, yeah. That's good. Thanks," Dean extended a hand, which the kid firmly grabbed.

After he closed the door behind the kid, Dean felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. A quick glance at the caller ID made him groan. He was not even done with unpacking his bedroom yet!

"Hello? Winchester speaking."

"Hey Dean? You're needed, at the county hospital," It was work calling.

"Yeah, okay, I'll be right there," he sighed.

Sam knew that Dean was getting suspicious, and was glad to be out of the house. He did not want to spend the night in a jail cell, knowing what Dean did for a living.

"So? How did it go?" his mother asked the moment Sam entered the car.

"I didn't end up in handcuffs, so it went well I guess. I hope that they're not going to move their furniture around too much, I sort of overestimated the size of the holes a little. They're great. I didn't see dad but looks like they're doing great," Sam answered.

"Good. They are safe, that's what matters. Speaking of handcuffs, I got something off the police radio while you were in there. A nurse was found murdered in the paediatric ward at the county hospital," Mary said.

"You think there's something to do with the demon?" Sam was having a bad feeling about this.

"Maybe. I checked, and there were some signs of demonic activity here," Mary showed Sam what she found on the laptop.

"If he's here, do you think he knows…," Sam looked back at the house across the street. What if the demon knew where Dean and dad were? Sam did not want to think about what the demons would do to the other half of the Winchester family, in order to get to him and Mary.

Dean pulled his impala into the hospital's parking lot. Apart from the two patrol cars, everything seemed pretty calm over here. He wondered what he was called into.

Dean had a few theories, but this was definitely not one of them. He looked down on the dead nurse, whose throat and abdomen were slit and left to bleed in the middle of the ward for infant patients. He was relieved that none of the infants were missing though.

"What the hell?" Dean muttered. Who would do that in a room full of babies?

"My sentiments exactly, pal," Max, his colleague said.

"The cameras," Dean pointed to the surveillance camera in the room, "Got anything from there?"

"Nope, we didn't get anything. There were some kind of interference on the tapes, it was weird. There's a witness though. The victim's colleague saw a man. Although she's spooked to hell and she's not making any sense at all," Max pointed to a young nurse at a corner.

"I'm gonna go talk to her," Dean strode across the room to the nurse.

"Hey, I'm Dean. I'm with the police department. What's your name?"

"Kylie," she answered timidly.

"Okay Kylie, did you see what happened?"

"He killed Wendy. I saw it. The man, he…he just appeared out of thin air. I'm not crazy, I swear," Kylie sobbed.

"What? Okay, what else? Did you see his face? Why would he want to kill your colleague?"

"I don't know. One second, he was just there beside Wendy, and the next, she was dead on the ground. Then, he leaned over one of the cribs," Kylie shook her head.

"What was he doing?" Dean questioned.

"I couldn't see. But I did saw his face. I saw his eyes. They were…they were weird."

"Weird how?"

"I swear they were yellow. Like, bright yellow," Kylie had a look of horror on her face, "After that, I blinked and he's gone."

"Huh. Well, thanks for your help, and I'm sorry about your friend," his day just got weirder and weirder.

"Winchester! We got something here," Dean heard one of the uniforms call out.

The uniformed officer pointed to a small heap of yellow powder.

"What is that?" Dean poked a finger into the fine powder at the foot of one of the cribs.

He brought the finger to his nose. Sulfur?

A small crowd had gathered outside the police tapes, everyone trying to find out what the commotion was about. Oh, he already knew what happened. His superior had wanted him to make sure that all the loose ends have been tied up. He eyed the young nurse, the one who was talking to a detective. Pretty girl. Too bad, but maybe he could have some alone time with her before he did his job.

"Step back. This is a police investigation," a uniformed officer was trying to control the crowd of onlookers.

"Winchester! We got something here," someone shouted.

Winchester? Could it be…

Oh his day just got better and better.

Next chapter would be up soon, maybe by next weekend!

-Kelsie