So I'm just waiting for someone to inform me that, "Mary sang "Hey Jude" to Sam and Dean!" First of all, I know that. Secondly, this is and AU. So I know a lot of you might be under the Impression that a prologue isn't worth reading, but trust me, READ IT! It was written for a good reason.
So this is the beginning of a Story I've been working on for about a month. Some of you may have read "The Holy Ghost was Moving You" and I would just like to take a moment to say, yes that was from this. If you haven't read this then I would suggest reading it. It isn't crucial to the story. It's just a collection of one shots from this story. Since this is a Destiel fic there are indeed going to be sex scenes in the chapters later to come, and in this, they are from Dean's POV. In Holy Ghost they are from Castiels.
For those of you who are worried this might end up abandoned I say "Never Fear my Friends." I've got good outline going so far. So expect me to update about every other week. I may or may not have the first chapter out sooner just because this is a prologue of sorts but most likely not.
July 19th 1994 Lawrence, Kansas
Back and forth, Mary Winchester rocked her baby boy, as she sang softly under her breath.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,"
The baby boy's hands tightened around the collar of her blouse, his eyelids drooping from the relaxing motion.
"You make me happy when skies are grey,"
Slowly, Mary makes her way across the nursery, still rocking her baby ever so slightly.
"You'll never know dear, how much I love you,"
She places a kiss to the top of his head as his eyes fall shut.
"Please don't take your sunshine away."
Mary leans over and gently lays her boy down in his crib.
"Good night, Sammy," Her whisper is barely audible as she slowly backs away from the crib. Everything is silent. A small click and the last remaining light in the room, flickers off. Turning to the door she see's a small figure peeking out from behind the doorway. He's gone just as quickly as he was there. Mary can hear the soft thumping of socked feet against carpet, as her four-year old, Dean runs back to his bedroom.
Leaving the door slightly askew, Mary walks into her oldest son's room.
"Dean." The boy is lying in bed with his covers pulled up over his head. He's pretending to sleep. Mary makes her way over to her son's bed. She pulls the covers off him and sits down, pulling her son towards her.
"What's up little guy?"
"I can't sleep." Dean's hair is sticking up everywhere. His green eyes look almost black in the dark room.
"Do you want me to sing to you?" the little boy just nods and Mary pulls him close.
"The other night dear,
As I lay sleeping,
I dreamt I had you in my arms,"
Dean snuggled in closer burying his face in his mother's blonde hair. He loved it when she sang. It made the monster in the dark room dissolve. There was a strong comfort in her arms. The warm embrace lulled him into a relaxed state.
"When I awoke dear,
I was mistaken,
So I hung my head and cried.
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are grey.
You'll never know dear,
How much I love you,
Please don't take your sunshine away."
Mary pulled the sheets up to her sleeping boy's neck and kissed his forehead.
"Don't you think he's gettin' too old for this?" The gruff voice of John Winchester said from the doorway.
"Shhh. He's sleeping." Mary turned to her husband. "No one is too old for a mother's love." She walked into his arms and hugged him around the waist, kissing his stubbly chin.
"Mary, this is just like the nightlight thing. Sooner or later he'll have to learn how to sleep without you singing to him. You can't keep babyin' him." John said leading his wife out of the room.
"Oh the day that I don't need to sing him to sleep will come when he's ready for it, but until then, just let him enjoy it." John pressed a kiss to his wife's forehead and the two walked to their bedroom leaving dean's door askew.
October 5th, 1994 Lawrence, Kansas
"DEAN! GET UP!" John Winchester yelled running into Dean's room with his youngest son wrapped in his arms. Dean slowly sat up trying to process what was happening before his arm was being yanked hard, pulling him out of bed. He was being pulled out of his room. In the hall he could see the source of his dad's panic. Bright orange and red flames licked out from every direction, consuming the hallway. Before he even had time to process what was happening, Dean was being lifted by his dad as he ran down the hallway to the stairs. The little boy buried his face into his dad's chest trying to escape the thick air and heat. Sammy was screaming next to him as he father tore down the stairs. Soon Dean was hit with a sudden coldness. He pulled himself away from his father's chest. John dropped dean onto the front yard and shoved Sam into his arms.
"Protect your brother!" John commanded before running back into the house. Dean watched as flames started to pour out of the windows on the top floor. Soon enough the entire left side of the house was engulfed in flames. Sam continued to cry and scream, and soon Dean couldn't hold on anymore. The tears started streaming down his face. Dean gripped Sammy tightly and cried. It seemed like a lifetime before he saw his father run out of the flames. His mother was thrown over his shoulder. As soon as John was on the lawn he laid his wife down on the grass. They were both covered in soot. She wasn't breathing. Running to his father's side, Dean saw his mother. All the hair on the right side of her head had been singed and her face was messed with red and black. Dean couldn't tell skin from soot. Her white nightgown was now splotched with grey and black. She wasn't breathing.
"Dean," He looked down at his father. He was shaking as he held his wife in his arms. "Go wake up the neighbor."
"Dad is mom alr-"
"GO!" John shouted at his son. He didn't want to think about anything right now. His wife was lying dead in his arms. He held onto her as the neighbor woman ran outside with Dean and Sam. He held onto her as the fire truck and police arrived. And he didn't let go of her until the paramedics had to forcibly remove him from her. After that, Dean and Sam took her place in his arms. John wanted to tell them it would be alright, but Dean knew. He was crying. Sam had fallen asleep in Dean's arms but Dean cried as his father held him. John was lost that night. He was confused and scared and didn't know what was going to happen tomorrow. A part of him didn't want the sun to rise. Maybe if it stayed dark he would just wake up in his bed the next day with his wife next to him. He knew that wasn't going to happen though.
That night the Winchester family stayed in the police station. John put his youngest to bed and Dean crawled into the small bed on the other side. Neither of them slept that night and for the first time, John wished Mary was here to sing to them.
So yea I hope you enjoyed it. Well actually I hope you were clutching your seat gripped with sadness. I figured I wouldn't bullshit around. I played it Supernatural style and started it off sad, because deep down, all you SPN fans must be masochistic. The show literally starts with Mary stuck to a ceiling engulfed in flames, yet you continued watching.
If there were any errors then I would like to take this time to apologize. My spelling has always been pretty bad. Please Review and Follow.
