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Prologue:
After waking up just a tad bit late this morning, seeing the clock about fifteen minutes off from what she was expecting to see, Mary Winchester was halfway down the stairs before even fully awakening. As she gathered all the necessary items for breakfast she blissfully thought of her plans for today. Then she heard the slight shifts her boys made as they turned in the beds upstairs, and a small smile graced her lips before she remembered that breakfast had to make its way onto the table in the next ten minutes. Today was a special day after all.
She then heard soft, slow feet drag themselves along step by step to the foot of the stairs. Until Dean appeared around the corner, yawning and wiping his eyes with a closed fist. He shuffled over to her slowly. Hugging her waist before sinking into her as his eyes fluttered shut yet again. Mary's eyes twinkled at her oldest son as she lifted him up into her arms, grunting slightly since he had been growing like a weed recently.
She carried him into the other room to lay him out on the couch, but just before she could untwine his small arms from around her neck, he shifted and pulled her closer. Mary's eyes closed as she let out a content sigh. And she couldn't help but think that this was what motherhood was all about.
But, of course, she still had preparations to do, and breakfast was still needed. So giving him one last kiss on the forehead, she disentangled herself and headed back to the kitchen. Miraculously, she was able to finish just as she heard John making his way down. And if the way his was murmuring was any indicator, he had brought her little Sam down as well.
"Hey honey," John murmured, as he gave her a quick hug from behind. "Is breakfast ready?"
"It's on the table," she replied, pulling out the orange juice and set it on the table. Meanwhile, John got Sam, who was burbling happily, situated in his high chair. As they sat down, Mary made her way to grab her oldest, who had rolled over and seemed as if he was hugging the pillow he had grabbed to death. Stifling a laugh, she slowly loosened his grip and started to gently shake him.
"Dean. Baby. It's time to get up," she whispered into his ear. "Don't you remember what today is?"
Dean's eyes tentatively blinked up at her smiling face. "Mommy?"
"Yes honey, it's me." She started to pull him to his feet. "C'mon, breakfast is on the table and I made your favorite."
"PB&J with the crust cut off?" He asked hopefully.
"Only for you." She laughed. "Kay, off to the table. You need to be ready for today."
"What's going on today?" Mary's eyes widened comically.
"Don't tell me you've forgotten?" She questioned in a half-teasing tone. "Haven't you been looking forward to today for weeks?"
Dean looked confused for a very moments before understanding flooded his face. "Today I can wear my firefighter hat to school!"
"But not if you don't hurry up and eat for breakfast. So get a move on." They made their way to the kitchen table where John was finishing up his meal. "John did you feed Sam?"
"Oh, no I didn't." He started to get up, gathering his dishes as he did so. "I need to get going. So can you take care of that?"
"I guess I don't have much of a choice," Mary huffed as she started pulling Sam's food out of the cabinet, a frown evident on her face. Dean was staring down at his plate as he listened the interaction between his parents. And as they both heard the front door open they both froze, only relaxing once hearing the door close. Mary sighed as she thought of how frustrating and insensitive John could be. She forced a smile on her face despite her anger, closing the cabinet before turning around to face Dean. "And you mister. You're just about ready to get dressed and leave, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mommy," he said quietly, his eyes downcast. Mary couldn't help but frown again as she took notice of his sad behavior.
"That's no way to be acting," Mary admonished as lightly as she could as she sat down in front of Sam, opening a container of food in the process. She began to feed her youngest as she told Dean, "You need to brush your teeth and get dressed before you can grab your firefighter hat."
"Okay, Mommy," Dean nodded slowly, and began to head out of the kitchen, that same sorrowful expression still lingering in his forest green eyes.
Mary, ever observant, especially when it came to her children, put down the spoon she's been using to feed Sam. The six month old, happily unaware of the situation at hand, continued shrieking in laughter, babbling to himself as a chubby hand reach for the spoon stuck in the half- finished jar of apple puree.
"Dean," Mary sighed. "Come here, baby." She waited as Dean trudged back to her, studiously evading her gaze.
When he was close enough, Mary comfortingly took one of Dean's small hands and used her other to cradle his cheek. Dean's eyes reluctantly turned back to her, trouble written clearly across his face.
"Now, tell me. What's wrong, baby?"
"Nothing."
"Oh?" Mary arched her brow and Dean flushed, drawing away from his mother slightly and suddenly finding his Batman socks very intriguing.
"It's just…" he began hesitantly.
"Mmhm?" Mary encouraged.
"Dad," Dean murmured, his voice so faint, it was almost inaudible. Dean coughed, tracing a square tile on the floor with his toe. "You and Daddy, I mean."
"Oh, honey." Mary tried to keep her voice comforting, smooth, yet there was an undeniable tremble in it as she remembered each rift she'd had with John over the past few months. It wasn't just that he'd forget to help her with Sam and Dean every now and again-that kind of thing was trivial. But added to how long John usually was away from home and his growing distance from her and their sons made her livid, frustrated, and hurt all at once.
"Daddy and I are okay, Dean," Mary assured. Nevertheless, she felt the obvious lie burn bitterly as it left her lips. Suddenly, short arms were around her waist.
"Daddy still loves you," Dean whispered.
"I know he does. So chin up and smile, sweetie. Can you smile for Mommy?"
Dean glanced up from where his face had been previously pressed against her stomach and attempted a half-hearted grin.
"Come on, you can do better than that, can't you?" With that, a mischievous twinkle made its way into Mary's eyes and before Dean could blink, he was being tickled.
"Mooommmmyy," Dean complained, laughing and recovering from the attack long enough to sprint behind the island in the middle of the kitchen.
Mary grinned and approached the island slowly. A full-blown smile graced Dean's face now as he tried to figure out which way with mother would go.
"I'll tell you what, Dean," Mary said as she darted right, only for Dean to go left. They paused again at opposite ends of the island.
"If you can keep that smile for the whole day, I promise-no more tickle attacks and there will be pie when you get home."
"Apple?" Dean asked hopefully. His eyes barely reached above the island.
"Apple," Mary confirmed. "Do we have a deal, Ace?"
"Yeah! Can I have a piece this big?" He asked while motioning with his hands.
"We'll see about that," Mary laughed at his antics. "But you need to go to school first."
"Ok, ok. I'm gonna get dressed right now!" He all but shouted as he scrambled out of the room. Mary gave a small chuckle at his earnest nature as she finished giving Sammy his food. She looked around before realizing that she still needed to make Dean his lunch. Taking Sammy into her arms, she carried him into the other room and set him down in the crib there. She began to turn the mobile as he watched on with wonder and amazement. With one last look at his face, which was wide-eyed, she murmured a quiet 'I love you' before turning back into the kitchen.
While hearing Dean race up above, she was able to quickly get his lunch together. Putting the finishing touch of a paper towel with the words 'Angels are watching over you' on it into the bag. Mary smiled as she heard Dean jump two steps at a time down the stairs before running over to her. "Mommy! Mommy, I can't find my firefighter hat!"
Looking at his terribly serious face, she couldn't help but tease him a little. "I'm starting to wonder whether or not you actually want to be a firefighter when you grow up. Losing your hat…"
"I-I thought I had it bu-but I just can't find it anywhere. I really do want to be a firefighter!" He choked out, eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Oh honey, I know you do." She pulled him into a hug. Holding his shaking body close to hers. "Here, how about I find your hat for you and drop it off at your school before you present. What time are you presenting again?"
"Uh...after lunch," He voiced tentatively, unsure of himself.
"Ok. Be on the lookout for me then. I'll be sure to drop it off before then. I might even be able to try and see your presentation if your little brother Sammy is on his best behavior." She gave him one last squeeze before letting him go. "Now let's get ready to go."
As he nodded she grabbed Sam from his crib, "We have some time, so how about we walk today? Does that sound fine?"
"Yeah," Dean gave his consent, still clutching onto her dress however as he trailed behind her. He softly whispered, "I really hope you can stay."
"I hope so too." She said as well when they walked out the door.
It wasn't long before they arrived at the school, and Dean had a big smile on his face as he rushed off to his classroom. Mary waved at first, until realizing she realized that he wasn't going to turn around to wave once more. Her smile faltered for a mere second as she shifted Sam in her arms. She cooed to Sam, "It seems like your brother is a big boy now. I guess we better get going now." She chuckled as Sammy burbled happily in response while they started the trek back home.
The walk home was uneventful to say the least. And after setting Sam down for his nap, Mary started preparing the pie she had promised Dean. Soon it was ready to be put in the oven, but a quick glance at the clock revealed that it was nearing Dean's lunchtime. And she still had to search for his firefighter helmet. She knew she didn't have time to bake it just yet, so after covering it with a towel she merely just started searching for the helmet.
Going through his room, she wasn't able to find it anywhere. And it was nowhere in sight in any of the rooms downstairs. But just as she passed by Sammy's room, she noticed it out of the corner of her eye laying down in the corner of his nursery. Mary made her way straight to it and grabbed the helmet. As she blew off some dust that lightly covered it, she remembered why it was there. She chuckled at the memory of Dean reading a story he made up for Sam the other night. His helmet sitting askew on his head when he nodded off beside Sam. When John had picked Dean up to take him back to his room, the helmet had fallen off and had not been deemed important to pick up the other day.
Mary turned around to grab Sam so that they could start making their way to drop the helmet off to Dean, when instead she came face to face with a shockingly familiar yet different face. Yellow-eyes blinked amusedly at her, as she rushed over to Sam, shocked when she saw blood smeared around his lips. "What did you do?"
"My dear, I merely was coming back to collect payment regarding our deal. My question is why are you here?" He drawled. "I told you I was coming. Did I not?"
"Yes you did." She bit out. She looked anxiously around the room for anything, anything, that could help her. Mary left Sam in his crib to free up her hands. She could tell she was running out of options.
"Can't we make a new deal? One that doesn't involve my children." She turned to face Azazel.
"Oh bartering, are we? I'm very sorry but I am only here regarding payment. No other transactions are authorized, no matter how tempting. And to be quite honest, Sammy is a very important person to me." Azazel chuckled. "And don't even think of trying to run away with him. You know you won't even get one step out of this room."
A split second later, she grabbed Sam and tried to rush past Azazel, not caring for the warning he had just imparted. But as he had promised, she didn't get one foot out of the room before she felt herself being pulled back. She struggled against invisible forces as she tried to keep her grip on Sam. Azazel walked over slowly, clicking his tongue in a disapproving manner. "Why don't you people ever listen? Ahh careful now, can't be having you drop Sammy now, can I?"
She screamed and cursed him as he slid Sam out of her arms. "Rot in hell! You bastard!"
"You say that almost as if surprised. And rest assured, I already rot in hell, but I'll make sure your precise Dean burns down there with me." He waved his hand and Mary felt herself slowly slide up the wall to the ceiling. Stopping once reaching the center. "Hmm not bloody enough."
He waved his hand once more. And Mary felt a sharp pain in her abdomen as she saw drops of blood fall to the floor beneath her. She gasped in pain when she felt flames lick her from behind. As her skin blistered in the intense heat, a single tear fell. Evaporating before reaching the ground and her falling in and out of consciousness. The only thing she was able to make out was the sound of Sam crying. She faintly murmured one last 'shh I love you' before the flames engulfed her completely as Azazel watched on. He walked out of the room, just as this all around began to catch fire.
"I guess I can't leave you here." He sniffed as he held the crying Sam out and away from him. "But I can't just take care of you. Hmm what to do…"
As he walked away while fire trucks rushed to the burning house, he remembered the custom to drop unwanted kids at a fire station. He chuckled to himself. "If that doesn't fit you to a tee, Sammy boy. Let's make this story a little bit more interesting. I'm sure you will feel right at home with all those other little kids who dream of having a normal life. But in your case, I'm afraid that isn't quite possible."
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