Right, well first Supernatural fic. I've had this one knocking about in my brain for ages but never found motivation. Still here it is. I was inspired by the Carry on My Wayward Son lullaby. Go listen. Seriously, you won't regret it.
Anyway...Read, Review and Enjoy my friends!
EDITED AS OF 17/01/14 due to minor errors. should be good now though!
From a distance it was a perfect scene. Velvety darkness fell all around, filled with the sort of sleepy hush that you have in late evening. House lights glowed from windows, between the slats in blinds and spilled in pools over the dark front lawns. One house in particular seemed to radiate peace more than any other. It radiated it from inside filling the area with a sense of contentment.
Inside the house there dwelled only a man and a young child though they were often visited by a man with dark hair and blue eyes. This was one such evening and if one peeked through the curtains they could see a touching scene.
The man was holding the child up in the air and laughing when their noses pressed together. Clear green to warm hazel. For a moment Dean faltered. At such close range Mary could almost be mistaken for his father, massive smile and all.
It had been years since Sam's death but Dean had never fully recovered from it. Castiel could remember the frantic call one night about a year and a half ago. Dean practically yelling Sam's name down the phone to him was more than enough to prompt Cas to run to Sam's house as fast as possible. Upon his arrival he saw the door askew, hanging crookedly on it's hinges. He ran up the stairs following the blood trail and claw marks while cursing his lack of powers. He reached the bedroom and darted inside only to stop at the sight that greeted him.
Sam lay sprawled against on the floor covered with broken glass, a halo of blood circled his head and matted his hair. Loosely grasped in one hand was a shotgun loaded with salt and the other reached out towards his lovely wife Emma or what was left of her. She was covered in deep gashes and was nearly unrecognisable. Heart in his mouth he made his way over to the newest addition to their room dreading what he might find. He was halfway there when frantic footsteps in the hall caused him to turn and pull out his angel blade falling easily into a fighting crouch. He may be low in Grace but was never unarmed.
The next moment Dean charged into the room looking around wildly. His eyes immediately latched onto Sam and he sprinted to his side and collapsed, checking for a pulse or any sign of life. Cas could tell by the angle of Sam's neck that there wouldn't be one no matter how hard Dean searched. Desperately, Dean checked Sam's neck and other arm all the while muttering to himself and possibly Sam.
Cas could feel his heart break. Even though he had a stronger bond with Dean he had grown close to Sam, their shared love of knowledge providing a useful starting platform. He had been at Sam's wedding watching tearfully from the front pew and at every barbeque or party Sam and Emma had ever thrown. Their love was beautiful, a shining beacon in the dark that Cas immediately latched on to given its similarity to heaven's atmosphere. To see such a precious gift soiled by blood and death but strong until the bitter end was almost unthinkable.
A sudden, loud noise jerked both men out of their horrified stupors and their heads snapped in unison to the corner of the room. An exchanged glance was all they needed before they sprang into action and dashed across the room skidding to a halt before the small wicker basket miraculously untouched by blood.
Peering fearfully inside, Cas crumpled when he saw tiny hazel eyes staring back unstained, innocent but quizzical.
The very same eyes were focused on Dean now and their owner was giggling happily. Cas watched as Dean's shoulders relaxed minutely and his smile returned. Job done, Cas quietly removed his hand and retreated to watch the scene from a distance, a full blown smile spread across his face.
He was just sitting down when Dean unceremoniously plopped a smiling Mary on his lap. Looking down in surprise, Cas did not expect the grasping hand that tugged playfully at his hair and let out a gasp. Behind him Dean burst out into huge guffaws and Cas playfully sulked.
"Right! Bedtime I think" Cas proclaimed swinging out of the chair with Mary still clinging to him. Shaking his head at the two protests he received, Cas headed up the stairs and into Mary's room. Thankfully, the child had received very little of Dean's influence and retained the easygoing nature of both Sam and Emma so bedtime preparations were easy. Soon little Mary was settled peacefully in her bed and was asleep almost instantly.
Standing in the doorway, Cas allowed himself to relax and take in the peaceful scene. He was unsurprised when Dean came up behind him and partook in the precious moment.
"She looks just like Sammy" Dean said gruffly "When he was younger I mean. It's not fair that he's not here to see this Cas. This was his dream. He had given up hunting. His life was just beginning and then it ended. How is that fair?"
Cas reached out and pulled his Dean into a one armed hug. "It's not" he replied softly "And it never will be. But at least you're still around to look after her. Imagine if she ended up with Garth or something"
"Yeah" Dean laughed quietly and Cas smiled.
"Drink?" He suggested and at Dean's nod pulled him gently away leaving the door ajar behind him, the soft tinkilng of Mary's music box still audible.
Hours later Dean and Cas were slumped on the sofa watching some old horror movie and enjoying themselves by pointing out all the inaccuracies when they heard a giggle from upstairs. Dean poked Cas then pointed in the direction of the stairs "Go" he said contentedly "She likes her 'Unca Cas' more "
Cas rolled his eyes but wandered up the stairs anyway.
Fifteen minutes passed and Cas still hadn't returned so Dean heaved a sigh and got up off the sofa. He ambled up the stairs feeling relaxed and happy. The door to Mary's room was open and the music box could still be heard. He stopped at the doorway and looked in with a mischevious remark that died in his throat. There was a man standing next to the bed but it wasn't Cas. He had an arm stretching over the cot, a knife in the other and his eyes fixed on Mary.
Dean caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror. His eyes were black.
Dean froze, looking around wildly. "Where is Cas you son of a bitch" he growled. The demon lazily gestured upwards. Dean glanced up and his eyes grew wide and panicked. Cas was stuck to the ceiling unable to make a sound and staring at Dean apologetically. Suddenly the demon clicked his fingers and Dean cried out desperately as flames erupted around Cas.
"Catch you later Winchester" the demon taunted before pouring out of its vessel and through the window.
Looking up in panic Dean bitterly realised that it was too late for Cas. He was completely unrecognisable as his oldest friend and the flames had spread down the walls.
Grabbing a crying Mary, Dean rushed from the house the words his father uttered all those years echoing in his ears. They made it ouside and could only watch as the house was consumed by flames. Looking down at Mary, Dean noticed dark spots around her mouth and gently swiped at one. It was blood.
A quick stock of Mary revealed no injuries, he had none and it couldn't have been Cas which left only one option.
Dean broke down and collapsed. His brother was dead, his only friend was dead, his niece was facing a tainted life and he was alone. History was repeating itself and Dean was helpless to its pull. Long forgotten words of Lucifer stole unbidden to his mind
"Whatever you do, you will always end up here. No matter what choices you make, whatever details you alter,we will always end up... here"
Dean cried.
P.S...I don't actually own these characters btw. I just borrow and play games with them. All rights belong to their original owner yada yada yada...
Peace out Homies!