Supernatural Fanfic: Twenty Questions (5/20)
Title: Twenty Questions
Author: poestheblackcat
Chapter rating: PG-13
Chapter characters/pairings: Dean whump, cute Sammy, and a little bit of John.
Chapter warning/spoilers: “Pilot,” vague “Houses of the Holy” and “All Hell Breaks Loose Part 2”
Chapter summary: Sammy asks the question.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Unfortunately. Darn you, Kripke. So, like I was saying, it’s almost my birthday…Okay, wishful thinking?
Chapter 5: Mommy
The boys were getting ready for bed when John heard Sammy asking his brother a question. That in itself wasn’t an odd occurrence. In fact, it was the norm.
But the question itself was what caught John’s ear.
“Dean? Why don’t we have a mommy?”
Dean stiffened and paused in the middle of pulling Sam’s shirt off of him. He glanced his Dad’s way. Broken glass-green eyes held the brown gaze until John broke contact and looked down, unable to garner the strength to answer his younger son’s query. He felt guilty leaving it to Dean to take care of. He had to admit, though, the nine-year-old manned up to do the job perfectly, as usual.
Dean’s voice was soft. “She died, Sammy.”
Sammy’s voice was muffled under his shirt. “What’s ‘died’?”
Dean finished undressing Sammy and pulled the pajama top on over the brown mop-topped head before answering. “It means she had to go to heaven.”
Sammy let Dean pull his pajama bottoms on before asking, “What’s ‘heaven,’ Dean?”
Dean smiled sadly. “It’s where all the angels are.”
“Dean? Is Mommy an angel?” Sammy asked next, after Dean had tucked him in.
Dean started undressing himself. “Yep. She’s with all the other angels up there and she’s watching over us.” John remembered that Mary had always insisted on telling Dean that angels were watching over him. Too bad it wasn’t true. The world was too damn evil for them to exist, and too much crap had happened to their little family for angels to be caring too much about them.
“I want her here with us, Dean,” Sammy said around a yawn.
Dean stilled. “Me too, Sammy.” John could see him swallow. “But you have me and Dad here. Isn’t that enough?” Thin shoulders tensed as Dean waited for his brother’s reply.
Sammy’s head flopped to the side. John could see his little face scrutinizing his big brother’s carefully. “Yeah, Deanie. You’re always here.” He sat up and hugged his brother’s middle affectionately. “I love you, Dean.”
Dean’s arm lifted to rest on the small shoulders. The broken expression in his eyes turned to affection, and a sad smile spread across his lips, oblivious to the sudden clenching of his father’s heart at the change. It was like a punch in the gut, a hit below the belt. Damn his boys for always having that effect on him. John wiped at his eyes, almost missing Dean’s whispered response.
“I love you too, Sammy.”
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AN: *hands out tissues* No?
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