Just a short piece that just popped into my head. Dean is 3 and a half.
"Mummy. Where's Daddy?" asked Dean
A storm was raging outside and Dean was worried about his father.
Mary looked out the window before she answered her son. She tried to hide her worry by putting on her 'happy' voice.
"I'm sure he'll be home soon honey" said Mary
She and John were fighting, again. They were fighting so much that Mary had forgotten what they were fighting about. They definitely had issues, but, deep down, she knew she still loved him and that he loved her too.
Dean looked at his mother. He knew she was hurting. One time, when she and Daddy were fighting, he was standing at the top of the stairs.
"Look Mary, I'm so sick of this, I swear…"
"What? So sick of what?"
"Being like this with you, we used to be so happy"
"Yeah, I know! So what's changed?"
*Pause*
"When you had Dean, you changed"
"What are you talking about? I didn't change, you did"
"What? How?"
"I don't know. For some reason you got more distant with us. Hell, you wouldn't even hold him at the hospital; it's only been just a few months since you started holding him"
*Pause*
"Look, can we just forget this and go to bed? Mary please…"
"No, not until you tell me why you're so distant with Dean. Your so loving towards Sam, why not Dean? He's your son too"
"It's just…Dean's the older one, he has to learn to be strong, self-reliant"
"So not showing affection teaches him strength?"
"He has to look after his brother, he needs to be strong"
"Ugh! This is pointless, you better start being more loving toward Dean or…"
"Or what..?"
"Or else I'll leave you, I'll take the kids, and leave you okay. I'm going to bed. Don't bother coming in, you can sleep on the couch"
Ever since Dean heard that, he had tried to be more strong, to look after Sammy more. To try and be good so his parents wouldn't fight anymore.
Just then, the door opened, and in came John, brave and strong. Just like how Dean wanted to be.
Mary looked towards the door.
"Daddy!" said Dean, running towards his father
John looked at Mary, who gave him a stern look, and then he looked at his son and hoisted him up onto his shoulders.
Mary smiled and nodded encouragingly. She knew they'd be okay, she just knew.
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