A/N: Well THIS just popped into my head. Major angst ahead.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Oh, if I did, there would be HUGS.
Angels are watching over you.
Mommy said it every night, and so when she tiptoed out of the room ('cause she must think he falls right asleep, and he does mostly, but sometimes the blankets are a little scratchy so it takes some ticks on the clock) he always tried to draw them in his head.
They have fluffy wings; he knows that. Sometimes he thinks of them tall and stern, like Daddy when he's saying, "Dean" in the voice that means Stop or Get Down or No More Whining. But those angels are kind of scary, like Daddy can be when he uses The Voice, so most of the time Dean thinks they look like Mommy, soft and kind with long golden curls that tickle his cheeks when she kisses him.
When Mommy's footsteps would go bump, bump down the stairs, he would raise one arm out from under his blanket and pretend to draw them on his ceiling.
But then the fire came and it ate up the ceiling and the angels and the whole house and worst of all, it ate up Mommy.
He doesn't remember how the angels looked, now, can't see them even when he squeezes his eyes tight shut.
There's just red and heat and fire and hurt.
Sometimes he can't even see her.