The death of the mother effected the youngest more than anyone and left more than one type of scars. Life keeps getting worse for this broken family and the youngest boy can't get back to normal when his life keeps getting worse.
Dean 15
Sam 9 at the beggining of the story.
Dean ran around there garden playing football with their mother. Sam was trying to catch up but he is so small and skinny he just couldn't no matter how hard he tried. He slowly came to a stop and looked up sadly at his mother and big brother playing together. He let out a sad breath and dropped to the floor, upset that he was just to little to play as well. They all liked to go on hunts but they put a lot of effort into making sure that they have a good family life as well.
"Hi, Sammy" He heard a husly voice saying his name from behind him, making him jump. He spun round fast to see his daddy looking down at him with a huge grin that went from ear to ear.
''Daddy!" Sam jumped into to his dads big arms and hugged him close. He squeezed tightly in he's arms, it was to express his affection.
John let out a small laugh at the bundle of love in his arms. Well, it sounded more like a chuckle. ''whats the matter? Why you sat down here?" he said as the smile fell from the little boys face and dropped onto the ground.
"I'm to small dad. I can't play with them. There to fast for me and im just to baby." He spoke with a huge sad face looking down at himself. A small tear ran down his face but was quickly wiped away with Johns big hand.
Sam looked up at his father to see a big smile. ''You may be small now, Sammy, but i have a feeling you will be one of the biggest boys one day and, then you will run faster than any other boy. You just need to wait a little longer. Good things come in time, huh?"
Suddenly, a massive smile appeared on the young mans face as he looked a his daddy. "No way daddy. I'm always going to be smaller tha Dean."
"I'm not to shore, bud" He stated as he handed his hand to pick the young teen up. Sammy toke it in his small hand and got pulled up, smiling wide at each other.
"Dad! Sammy! Come over here and play!" Dean called sniffered and jogging over to them.
John picked them both up in his big strong arms and started spinning around with them. They both couldn't hold back their laughter as they suddenly stopped and got put down to the hard floor. There was little time to get away beofre massive hands went to his stomach and he quickly got tickled.
Soon the mother appeared and started laughing at her perfect family before her. She sometimes wondered what she had done so right to end up with such a perfect picture family, but could never stop to question it for to long. She didn't have time with two small boys.
giggling to herself she managed to say, "Come on John, let them go."
They all looked up at their beautiful mother smiling.
"Ok, mummy" John mimicked the boys, laughing as they all got up and went into a big hug.
They were always thiss type of family. Close, generous and friendly with each other all hours of the day. You could never walk past them without thinking 'Wow! i wish they were my family!' It's hard to believe but it was just the rib they were sending out. They were protective and loving, maybe embarrasing. However, if they were being completely honest, they didn't care becuse it meant they loved each other. people would even do to decribe them as perfect, in every sence of the over though, it was hard to decribe a family like this, so in the dictionary it say under perfect 'absoultutly complete or having all the required or desirable elements. Yea, that meaned about right...
John picked up Dean as Mary picked up Sammy. With their free hands they went into a small side hug. They all froze like that for a couple minutes like they were taking an invisable photo. The beautiful, peaceful silence lasted five seconds untill young Sammy started to wiggle around like a fish out of water.
John and Mary started to moved away and put their babies down and grabbed each others hand to replace him with each others love.
" How about we go back to the park and play together on the field." Dean suggested to his small family.
Sam started to jump up and down with excitement at that. "YES! Please mamma! PLEASE!" He yelled still bouncing.
"I think that's an amazing idea." Mary said gentle to her young boys and husband.
''You two go ahead and we will catch up. Just watch each other and were your going. " The boss of the family said smiling down preciously to his most wonderful creations.
''Ok, dad!" He only just made out because they were running away together.
They were the type of family that would have remembered once they left someone's house and kept everyone smiling for moments after they had left the room. What could they say? They were lucky to have each other.
The parents just smiled to themself as they watched their children playing. They always found it beautiful how close they were and how they would help each other. Like, such as, Sam always struggle climbing and running, so dean would slowdown or give him a push up. Sammy was always amazing at maths, so he would help dean with homework. John and Marry always found that funny because sam was years younger but there children were amazing so never questioned it too much.
A long as they were happy and healthy, who could complain?
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9 months later...
It was a peaceful night. A normal night.
Wide was blowing through the trees and the dark sky was brightened with stars. House was silent with snores as they slept soundly in their rooms.
Suddenly, the fire alarm rang into the parents ears, waking them up to a hush reality of bright, hot flame. It was so loud that you could hear nothing else but the really loud ear drum busting beeps.
Panic!
Marry was the first to notice the heat and burning light as she opened her eyes quickly. She looked at the flames for a secend untill her addreniline kicked in and she jumped up and turned to her husbend.
"John! John! get up, now!" she said rapidly to her husband forcing him awake.
As soon as he opened his eyes into a scwint, he sore the progreing flames near the TV and celin. The smoke that cuvered him like a blanket was making it nearly imposible to even see to the door. It was all going like a whirlwind. This couldn't be real.
They both quickly got out of bed and ran to the door, trying there best to cuver each of there faces.
"Mary! Get Sammy and i will get Dean. Meet out front and stay low so you dont breath in to much smok!." He shouted to his love. They both nodded as he they both said their final 'i love you'. If only they knew...
John ran to his oldest sons room to find him crumpled up in a ball in the corner of the room in fludes or tears. He racked with fear as the wild creature of fire refused to be tamed or settle. It was growing more and more crazy and dangerous by each second of the night.
Flames engulfed the crumbling house, spreading their boiling rage through everything in their way.
Wasting no time, he grabbed the small child in his arms and embraced him close to his chest trying to cover his mouth and nose with hisz fabriced shirt. Without saying anything, he ran as fast as he could out the house, dodging all the harsh red flames around him.
By the time they got into the front garden, there was a fire truck pulling up to the house. Men ran to the father and son to make sure there was no serious injury. Both men and boy were just yelling for their family to come out safe and alive.
One male fire fighter went up to the ecstatic family member and spoke quickly, asking, "Is anyone in there?!"
"M-my wi-wife and baby b-boy" He said sobbing, holding his son close to his chest, and not planning on letting go any time soon. As soon as he said that two men ran quickly into the burning home.
"Ok. we will do are best to get them back sir, but you need to step back and let the paramedics look at you and your son."
He heatedly nodded, getting pushed back .
In the house Mary was trying to fight her way way through the burning monsters that were attacking her. Then the tingling, horrible smell of smoke flud up her nostrils. She couldn't see anything through the ocean of death, it was so hazy. It was hot and sweat was dripping down her chest into her burning skin. She needed to save her baby before the hammerous powers of the golden and crimson flares swalloe him up also. He was hurting and her skin was burning of but she had to keep fightening for her family.
Ruthlessly
The unwithstandable scent of smoke melted through her nostrils. Scorching and sweltering in the burning hot fire.
Suddenly, when she was about to give up and die, she heard a loud "Help me!" that was followed by a white hot ageny scream and muffeled cries. That alone gave her the energy to fight back and try her best to get to her baby, but it was all to much and soon she had no choice in what she was doing and the loud crys got blocked out by hers.
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Author note:
I hope you like the story. It's my first real try to write a story like this and it still needs a little work and I need some help so if you have any suggestions or any part I will be so happy, so please drop a comment or review.
P.S- I am very dyslexic so there is always going to be some little mistakes but I wont be offended or anything if you tell me.
Thank you :)