Supernatural Story:The beginning

Early Years

I was born on Tuesday April 7,1981 at 11:42pm. I was born three weeks early. My older brother Dean didn't like me for the first few weeks. But when I was nine weeks old he started to like me and he wouldn't want me to go to bed before him so after mom would put him to bed he'd sneak into my crib and sleep in it next to me. When I could sit up on my own we would play together from then on we were best friends. Our neighbor across the street was a friend of our mom's she had two girls one my age and one Dean's age. We became friends with them and they then became our un related best friends.

I got my first bed when I climbed out of my crib on Christmas when I was one. That was my last good Christmas even if I could barely remember it. It was before everything bad happened in my life. Twenty five days after my second birthday on Monday May 2nd our little brother Sammy was born. I didn't like Sam at first just like Dean didn't like me at first. It took me longer to get used to him than it took Dean to get used to me. Sam was different than both of us from the beginning that's something that we would learn would never change. On Sammy's six month birthday something horrible happened. That day had been perfectly normal that night we said night to Sam then were put to bed but I was not very good at sleeping when I was little. I woke up when Sammy started crying I heard my mom walk out of her room down the hall and to Sam's then I heard her leave the room. She walked towards the end of the hall. A little while later she started running towards Sam's room again I heard her yell his name. That's when I climbed out of bed and walked over to the door. I opened the door enough for me to see out of it and down the hall into Sam's room. I saw my mom get pinned to the wall by something I couldn't see. Then I heard her scream. I heard my dad yell her name then he came running upstairs. I heard Dean come out of his room a little while later so I joined him in the hall. Then the fire started Dean called to dad then he brought Sammy out to us and said "Take your brother and sister outside as fast as you can, now Dean go!" Dean grabbed my hand and we ran downstairs and outside. He stopped not far outside the door and looked up at Sam's burning room. A short while later our dad came running out and picked us up. We sat on the hood of the impala as the flames were being extinguished. That was the last normal day of our lives and start of our new normal.

We stayed at one of our dad's friend's house for the next eight weeks Dean wouldn't talk to anyone but me and wouldn't leave me or Sammy. I wouldn't talk to anyone and didn't want to sleep by myself so I had to sleep with Dean. The first few days I would cry myself to sleep. After a while I convinced myself that this was all just one really long nightmare. On the morning of December 28, 1983 we left Lawrence the only place I had called home and was full of great memories now held the worst memory ever. That day Dean and I both told ourselves we would never go back there. That night we arrived in our first motel of this supposed temporary situation.Our dad wouldn't tell us where we were headed and I don't think he really knew either. That night felt scary ,and not knowing I wasn't fully potty trained yet, my dad let me have a glass of water before I went to bed and I refused to use the bathroom before I went to bed so Dean and I were tucked into bed I was really scared so I basically stuck to Dean's side most of the night. At around three in the morning Dean woke me up asking if I had just peed "Yah, why Deany?" I asked. "Because your diaper leaked." He told me. Dean woke up dad and told him what happened. "Shawna you aren't potty trained?" He asked. "Not yet daddy." I told him. "Okay, let's get you changed then. Dean did you get wet?" He asked picking me up. "Yeah a little." Dean told him so he got both of us changed and told us we needed to take baths in the morning.

Shortly after Dean's fifth birthday I finally came out of my denial and into the truth that my mom dying had been real and not a dream and that's when I started having nightmares. Dean learned about hunting that March. Dean finished potty training me in a sink in our motel room. Our dad was gone on my third birthday. On my second birthday I wore a pink dress that was the last time I would ever wear a dress. I celebrated my birthday with Dean and Sammy we played with toys and watched cartoons most of that day. When he got home that night I asked "Where were you?" "I was doing my job." He told me. "What's your job?" I asked him curious about his job. "It's something important, You'll learn soon." He told me and that was true I would but sooner than I would've liked. Dad was also gone on his job on Sammy's first birthday. But that day when our dad got home he brought us ice cream since it was Sammy's first birthday.