DISCLAIMER: All things Supernatural and all things Buffy belong to the gods Eric Kripke and Joss WhedonLawrence, Kansas; November 2, 1983
“Dean? Are you awake?” four-year-old Faith Winchester whispered in the dark, her nose still stuffy from her recent cold. “Dean, I think Sammy is crying!”
“Mom’ll get it,” Dean replied groggily; and then they heard the scream and the two toddlers bolted upright in their beds. Dean threw off his blanket and clambered out of his bed, running to the door.
“Dean, where are you going? Don’t leave me here alone!”
“You know better than to be afraid of the dark Faith. Remember what mom said: the angels are always watching over us.”
“Fine, come on,” he huffed, holding out his hand. Faith jumped out of bed and ran over, taking her twin’s outstretched hand. Dean pushed open the bedroom door and led her down the hallway to see their dad running out of the nursery, Sam in his arms as fire flickered in the doorway behind him.
“Daddy, what’s going on?” Faith asked, stifling a cough.
“Dean, get your brother and sister outside as fast as you can and don’t look back. Now, Dean, go!” Dean nodded and let go of Faith’s hand, grabbing Sam in both of his small arms. Faith immediately latched onto the back of his shirt, following him as he ran downstairs. They stopped just outside of the house, looking up at the second story where they thought their father was; and then John was scooping all three of his children into his arms and running with them just as the house burst into flames.
An hour later Faith was curled up in her father’s lap, one of Dean’s hands clasped in hers and her free arm wrapped around Sam. John had an arm around Dean and an arm around Sam as he watched the fire department try in vain to save the house he knew could not be saved. His wife was dead…and he was going to hunt down the thing that killed her and make it pay.A/N: The first of Faith's Second Chances, as one of the Winchester siblings
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