Lullaby (Supernatural)
Title: Lullaby.
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Deana, Marry. And a OFC as a baby-sitter.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Obviously the characters are spoilers for “In the beginning”.
Warnings: fluff, pretty weird lullaby, kid!fic?.
Words: 693.
Beta:NONE!
Disclaimer: If this verse was mine... I'd give it Kripke for birthday, anyway.
And the song/lullaby belongs to femaleshinigami.
A/N: Since I have to study the plot-bunnies attacked me. After dismissing seven of them for the better times, the eighth got a story.
After twenty minutes of repeated instructions and emergency calls and the whole ‘worried-parents-routine’ Kristen is finally left alone with the little girl. Her parents obviously not keen on leaving her with any stranger, but apparently they have no choice. “Family business” says the older man in his deep voice, in that tone that clearly means: “stay out of it”. His wife smiles apologetically, obviously used to him by now. Kristen barely holds the snort, while she’s with them. Family business her ass. All couples get tired of theirs kids once in a while and need some time alone. It’s normal. It’s cool. No need to get all creepy cryptic about it.
Kristen smiles at the sweet little angel laying in the crib. She’s adorable. In her yellow rompers, gazing at everything randomly with her big, blue eyes. Her new baby-sitter gently pets her soft, blond hair.
“Hey, there, Marry! How are you? Good?” she asks, her voice not exactly cooing, but soft and warm. “Your parents seemed worried, yeah? Said you may not want to sleep on your own, huh? But you’re not gonna cause me any problems, right sweetie?”
Marry giggles in her childish way, probably more at the sweet talking Kristen than anything else. Later on tough, her baby-sitter starts to suspect she was being laughed at. Marry is so not co-operating it stopped being funny at least half an hour ago.
At first it was smooth. Marry fall asleep without any problems and Kristen sat in the living room, watching TV and trying to stop herself from looking through the shelves. Big, covered in leather books seemed to tempt her, but she resisted theirs siren’s song. Mister Campbell didn’t look like a kind of guy you can laugh about what you found on the shelves at his home. More like sickeningly over-protective, stiff father, who checked every last detail he could about all possible baby-sitters before hiring one of them. Kristen could feel her paranoia waking, when she started wondering if he knows how she did on math test last Monday.
Then she stopped worrying about anything but Marry. The girl started crying so loud and persistent, Kristen had no idea what to do. She tried everything she could think of, but finally admitted defeat and just waited for the Campbells to come home.
She’s even less surprised they wanted to spend some time away from this. Still, she starts explaining the moment they got to the house. Sam just glares at her, like she predicted, but Deana smiles understandingly.
“It’s okay, sweetie. Marry can be troublesome sometimes, I know,” she says and glances at her husband. “Go and sing her something, Sam. Just not that horrible song again!”
Sam Campbell shrugs, pretending he doesn’t know what she’s talking about, but even Kristen didn’t buy that, tough she’s not sure she knows what’s going on here.
The moment the door closed behind Kristen, Deana makes her way to her daughter’s bedroom. Sam is holding her, humming quietly. Deana just comes in quietly and kisses the head of a little girl, now safe in Sam’s big arms. She dries the wet from crying cheeks with her warm hand and leaves the two alone. Sam keeps on humming with no words till he hears his wife moving in the kitchen, too far away to hear the quiet song.
“Uuuuu Uuuuu
In a closet corpses two
Uuuuu UUuuu
Torn and bloody, torn and bloody
through and through...
Now sleep, don't fear them
Their legs are sawed off - I've seen 'em
And when the morning comes
They will lie there as they are
Cause I've salted them, I did.”
He presses a kiss against Marry’s forehead and she hiccups, her throat tired with constant crying.
“You like that song, don’t ya?” says Sam proudly. “And it’s not like you’re old enough to understand the words and get nightmares, hm?”
He smiles at his precious little girl and watch her eyelids drop and drop, and finally close completely, her breath now calm and steady. She’s sleeping peacefully in his arms, surrounded by the smell of leather and gun powder. The hunters’ smell of safety.
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Deana, Marry. And a OFC as a baby-sitter.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Obviously the characters are spoilers for “In the beginning”.
Warnings: fluff, pretty weird lullaby, kid!fic?.
Words: 693.
Beta:NONE!
Disclaimer: If this verse was mine... I'd give it Kripke for birthday, anyway.
And the song/lullaby belongs to femaleshinigami.
A/N: Since I have to study the plot-bunnies attacked me. After dismissing seven of them for the better times, the eighth got a story.
After twenty minutes of repeated instructions and emergency calls and the whole ‘worried-parents-routine’ Kristen is finally left alone with the little girl. Her parents obviously not keen on leaving her with any stranger, but apparently they have no choice. “Family business” says the older man in his deep voice, in that tone that clearly means: “stay out of it”. His wife smiles apologetically, obviously used to him by now. Kristen barely holds the snort, while she’s with them. Family business her ass. All couples get tired of theirs kids once in a while and need some time alone. It’s normal. It’s cool. No need to get all creepy cryptic about it.
Kristen smiles at the sweet little angel laying in the crib. She’s adorable. In her yellow rompers, gazing at everything randomly with her big, blue eyes. Her new baby-sitter gently pets her soft, blond hair.
“Hey, there, Marry! How are you? Good?” she asks, her voice not exactly cooing, but soft and warm. “Your parents seemed worried, yeah? Said you may not want to sleep on your own, huh? But you’re not gonna cause me any problems, right sweetie?”
Marry giggles in her childish way, probably more at the sweet talking Kristen than anything else. Later on tough, her baby-sitter starts to suspect she was being laughed at. Marry is so not co-operating it stopped being funny at least half an hour ago.
At first it was smooth. Marry fall asleep without any problems and Kristen sat in the living room, watching TV and trying to stop herself from looking through the shelves. Big, covered in leather books seemed to tempt her, but she resisted theirs siren’s song. Mister Campbell didn’t look like a kind of guy you can laugh about what you found on the shelves at his home. More like sickeningly over-protective, stiff father, who checked every last detail he could about all possible baby-sitters before hiring one of them. Kristen could feel her paranoia waking, when she started wondering if he knows how she did on math test last Monday.
Then she stopped worrying about anything but Marry. The girl started crying so loud and persistent, Kristen had no idea what to do. She tried everything she could think of, but finally admitted defeat and just waited for the Campbells to come home.
She’s even less surprised they wanted to spend some time away from this. Still, she starts explaining the moment they got to the house. Sam just glares at her, like she predicted, but Deana smiles understandingly.
“It’s okay, sweetie. Marry can be troublesome sometimes, I know,” she says and glances at her husband. “Go and sing her something, Sam. Just not that horrible song again!”
Sam Campbell shrugs, pretending he doesn’t know what she’s talking about, but even Kristen didn’t buy that, tough she’s not sure she knows what’s going on here.
The moment the door closed behind Kristen, Deana makes her way to her daughter’s bedroom. Sam is holding her, humming quietly. Deana just comes in quietly and kisses the head of a little girl, now safe in Sam’s big arms. She dries the wet from crying cheeks with her warm hand and leaves the two alone. Sam keeps on humming with no words till he hears his wife moving in the kitchen, too far away to hear the quiet song.
“Uuuuu Uuuuu
In a closet corpses two
Uuuuu UUuuu
Torn and bloody, torn and bloody
through and through...
Now sleep, don't fear them
Their legs are sawed off - I've seen 'em
And when the morning comes
They will lie there as they are
Cause I've salted them, I did.”
He presses a kiss against Marry’s forehead and she hiccups, her throat tired with constant crying.
“You like that song, don’t ya?” says Sam proudly. “And it’s not like you’re old enough to understand the words and get nightmares, hm?”
He smiles at his precious little girl and watch her eyelids drop and drop, and finally close completely, her breath now calm and steady. She’s sleeping peacefully in his arms, surrounded by the smell of leather and gun powder. The hunters’ smell of safety.