A/N: This is a Supernatural one-shot I wrote a little while ago, and honestly this was my first try at fanfiction in a really long time. So apologies if I'm rusty. Depending on review reaction to the fic, I may be inspired to further develop other Supernatural plot bunnies I've kept locked away until now. I really do hope everyone likes this! Now my author note will end for fear of it becoming longer then the actual fic itself. Enjoy, and review please!
Blood Is Thicker Then Water
by pbfate
He was baptized in water and sunshine on a beautiful Sunday morning. He squirmed and wiggled in the priest's arms as his forehead was doused with cold holy water. His mother beamed, and his father held her tightly by the waist as he watched his only son become part of their church, another part of their world. A few years later, that same little boy was earnestly participating in Sunday school.
After one Sunday morning, he would ask his father if his mother was a fallen angel. And his father would smile down at him and say yes.
But right now innocent that little boy was still a baby, his uncoordinated chubby fingers trying to grab onto the priest's hand hovering over him. His eyes trailed it in a determined fascination as it waved just above his eyesight. Their church gained a member that day, and John and Mary's hearts swelled with more love for their baby boy then anyone could ever express in words.
Four years and six months later, his baby brother was baptized in blood and fire. The baby screamed and trembled his older brother's arms as blood that was not his own trickled down his forehead. His mother had burned above him, and his father later cradled him tightly as they sat outside and watched their home become engulfed by flame. A few years later, that same little baby was earnestly participating in his and his older brother's combat training.
After one evening of instruction, he would ask his father if his mother was an angel. And his father would stare mournfully down at him and never answer.
But right now that inquisitive little boy was still a just baby, his tiny brow furrowed as much as he could manage. His eyes slightly crossed as he strained to see what had dripped onto his forehead before he'd been shoved into his older brother's arms, it was just out of his eyesight. Their family lost a wife and a mother that day, and their hearts were damaged and torn more then anyone could ever express in words.