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Timeframe: Assuming the Scoobies were 22 when Sunnydale collapsed, this is 7 years after the events of ‘Chosen’ in BTVS, and shortly after “Dead Man’s Blood” in Supernatural. Slight AU, and the timelines are a little wonky. Everything in Buffy did happen, but events took place a few years early, so the characters are a little older.
Notes: I know this is a pretty lame way of doing the crossover, but the idea hit and I wanted to run with it.
Summary: As the Winchester men are settling in together after the events of “Dead Man’s Blood”, Sam comes across a piece of paper in John’s weapons cache. The discovery leads to the revelation of some of John’s secrets.
Mary Winchester smiled to herself as she rubbed a hand slowly across her stomach. The baby would arrive any day now, and she and John were anxious to meet the child. The nursery was painted a pale yellow with green and white accents. Mary was certain the child would be a boy, but John didn’t want to take chances. With yellow, the room would be suited to either gender. Mary’s smile widened when she felt the kick from the baby. ‘At least he’s avoiding the bladder and lungs today,’ she thought.
She and her husband had been trying for a baby for the past two years, ever since they were married. Mary had looked forward to being a mother for as far back as she could remember. Now it was happening. In a few days she would be holding her own precious child, and little thrilled her more than that thought.
That night, John woke to hear Mary crying next to him. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, asking what had happened to upset her.
“I wet the bed,” she moaned. “I just woke up and it was all wet!” John reached over and turned on the bedside lamp.
“Mary…. I think your water broke,” he gently told his distraught wife. In the dark it could have been an ‘accident’, but the light disproved that theory. John watched as the misery vanished to be replaced by an overwhelming combination of joy and fear. He quickly helped her up and got them both into the car.
Two hours later John held her gently as they both mourned the loss of the new life. John could swear he had heard the baby cry after delivery, but the doctor assured the couple that their son was stillborn. Mary was inconsolable. They named their lost son David Jonathan Winchester, and cried as the tiny coffin was lowered into the ground.
A year and a half later, Mary learned she was pregnant again. As with the previous pregnancy, she was certain that it was a boy. This time John painted the walls green with blue and white accents. He insisted on a new nursery for the new child. Both John and Mary were careful with this pregnancy, fearful that any mistakes would cause them to lose this child as well.
Seven months later, just a few weeks early, Dean Matthew Winchester came into the world screaming. He refused to be held by anyone but his mother or father, and managed to punch the doctor during his reflex test. He was taken home after a week in the hospital and managed to avoid the building for the majority of his early years. Four years after that, Samuel Alan Winchester joined the family. He was a passive, happy baby with a smile for everyone.
Their lives were perfect for the next six months. Then Mary woke to strange noises coming from the baby monitor. She died a fiery, bloody death on the ceiling of her infant son’s nursery. Dean carried his younger brother to safety on the front lawn. John tried, but was unable to save his wife. One week later, he walked outside the house of one Missouri Mosley, his mind trying to wrap itself around the new knowledge.
Halfway across the country, in a small town in California, Alexander Harris introduced his ‘bestest best friends’ Willow Rosenberg and Jesse McNally, to the wonders of the Snoopy Dance. Jesse, in return, introduced the others to Scooby Doo. Willow showed the boys a new game: Doctor. The three went inside just before dusk without being called in. They knew even at the tender age of six that being out after dark meant you might end up in the newspaper on the page that made the adults sad.
There will be more coming. It may take awhile since I don’t have this story mapped out, but bear with me. The interesting stuff starts in the next chapter.