Author's Note: I don't own anything to do with Supernatural only belongs to me. This is going to be a string of pre-series one shots put together, they won't be in order but there will be ages before every section. If you have anything you would like to see feel free to let me know and I'll work it in. I'm starting with the one where Mary dies so there is some back story but other than that this will all be pre-series stuff. I'm also going to try and write in third person but it may just be for this chapter.

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Michelle-5

Dean-3

Sam-6 months

"Vroom…vroom…vroom," Dean made noise as he sat in the living room pushing his toy cars in circles, "Shell-shell want to play?"

"I can't I'm waiting to help momma with Sammy," Michelle answered as her feet swung back and forth off the side of the chair.

"Help how?" Dean asked stopping his car to look up at his older sister.

"I don't know," Michelle shrugged, "Momma said I was her little helper."

"Where's Da-da?" Dean asked with his head cocked to the side like a little puppy.

"Working but I'm staying up until he gets home," Michelle said getting off the chair and sticking her tongue out.

"Well so am I," Dean argued standing toe to toe with his older sister. She stood a whole head above him but that never stopped him before.

"Na-uh you're a baby," Michelle argued back.

"Am not, Sam-Sam baby," Dean pouted.

"Yeah well I'm five," Michelle smiled holding up all five fingers.

"What's going on here?" Mary asked as she walked into the living room to see her two oldest children getting ready to wrestle.

"Shell-shell says she is staying up 'til Da-da gets home," Dean quickly informed her with his hands on hips to show he meant business.

"Oh really?" Mary questioned with a smile playing on her lips as she kneeled down to be on their level.

"Please Momma," Michelle begged giving the best puppy dog eyes she could, "You said I could help you with Sammy."

"Don't you think Dean would like to help to?" Mary asked sweetly.

"But I'm your little helper and I'm five," Michelle answered crossing her arms as a scowl came across her face to match Dean's.

"And I'm free!" Dean declared.

"You my sweet boy are not free," Mary laughed as she held up three fingers, "You are three."

"Yeah and I'm five," Michelle stated again holding up all five fingers.

"Well do you think my beautiful five year old and my sweet three year old would want to help me sing a song to Sammy?" Mary asked looking between them hopefully.

"Together?" Michelle asked.

"I think Sammy would really like it if both his siblings would sing for him," Mary replied as she reached her hands out.

They each took a hand as they climbed the stairs to Sam's nursery.

"De doesn't know how to sing," Michelle quietly pointed out as Mary lifted Sam from his crib.

"Then we will have to pick a song he does know," Mary answered as she started humming 'Let it Be' by The Beatles.

"When I find myself in times of trouble," Michelle started singing the all too familiar song.

"Mother Mary comes to me speaking words or wisdom," Mary joined in.

"Let it be!" Dean added smiling that he knew at least three of the words.

They continued to sing until Sam had drifted off to sleep in Mary's arms and Dean was curled up on the rocking chair in the room.

"Alright you two time for bed," Mary said as she watched Michelle yawn and Dean barely able to keep his eyes open.

"Night Sam-Sam," Dean said as his eyes drifted close.

"Night Sammy, hope you like our song," Michelle said softly as she kissed him on the head before Mary placed him gently in his crib so he wouldn't wake.

"Come on beautiful girl let's get your brother to bed," Mary said as she scooped up an already sleeping Dean into her arms and carried him into his room.

"I'll put his light on," Michelle said with a yawn as she turned on the racecar night light.

"Such a big help you are," Mary smiled as she tucked Dean in, "Now it's your turn."

"But I wanted to wait 'til Daddy gets home," Michelle pouted as she stomped her way down the hall.

"Well then I guess it's a good thing I'm home," John smiled at the top of the stairs covered head to toe in grease from work.

"Daddy!" Michelle squealed as she ran into his waiting arms.

"And how's my seashell tonight?" John asked as he shifted her so she sat on his hip.

"I was good all day and then I helped Momma but De and Sammy to bed and we sang that song," Michelle replied quickly.

"Then the only thing left to do is for you to go to bed," John said walking towards her room.

"I'm not tired," Michelle said rubbing her eyes.

"Well I'm very tired and you know I don't like to sleep until all my babies are so unless you want Daddy to be very cranky tomorrow you will go to sleep," John said placing her on her bed and pulling the covers back.

"Ok but only cause you tired," Michelle said lying down as John walked out of the room.

"Good night beautiful, remember angels are watching over you," Mary said as she kissed Michelle on the head.

"Momma," Michelle called out as Mary was getting to leave.

"Yeah?"

"Why do you like that song so much?" Michelle asked sleepily.

"Because it was playing the night your Daddy and I met," Mary answered smiling.

"Oh…ok," Michelle answered already half asleep.

The next thing Michelle knew she woke up to her Dad screaming. She crawled out of bed and ran down the hallway where she met a groggy Dean standing there with his stuffed dog.

"Mary!" John screamed again and Michelle ran towards her father's voice.

What she saw would be engraved in her mind for the rest of her life. There was her mother pinned to the ceiling burning alive. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream but instead she was pushed from the room by her father who had Sam in his arms.

"Take your brothers outside," John yelled putting Sam in Michelle's arms and making Dean hold on to her sleeve, "Now Michelle, Go!"

Michelle ran as fast as she could out of the house making sure she didn't drop Sam and that Dean was right beside her. She never knew how much responsibility her father had just given her and at five years old she quickly became an adult leaving her childhood to burn away in the house with her mother.