"Dean, what are you writing?" Mary asked her eldest son. His hair was bright and blonde with a smile that made her happy even when she was overwhelmed. Running a hand over Dean's hair, she peered over his shoulder as he sat at the table.
"Writin' to Sammy, momma." Dean mumbled and he began to slowly move a blue crayon against some colored construction paper.
"You're such a sweet big brother. So smart too." Mary smiled proudly. Dean was at least a year, maybe more mentally developed than most of the kids in the neighborhood. Or maybe that was her proud momma thing kicking in. Either way, for a four year old to be so caring, articulate and eager to learn, it was hard not to think that they may be raising a future Harvard graduate.
Dean scooted from his chair and looked up at his mom with big eyes, smiling. "Can I go read this to Sammy?" he had the cutest smile. It even broke John out of his stoic, weight of the world bravado.
Mary lifted her baby boy and they walked into Sam's nursery where Dean quickly wiggled down and pulled over his own little chair. ..
He sat near the crib where Sam was sleeping and began to read while Mary watched…
"'Dear Sammy.
I am your big brother Dean. You are smelly and loud. I love you.'
I love you, because you smell and cry and make me laugh.
Momma says angels watch over you too." Dean said, making Mary want to hug her eldest baby tight to her chest and never let go.
"but they don't need to. Cause I'm here! Your Big Brother!"
Mary crouched down beside her sons and smiled at Dean. "Never forget these words, Dean."
"Oh momma, I promise I won't." Dean said as he yawned, rubbing little hands against his eyes a moment before reaching for his mom.
"Nap time, huh Little Man?"
Dean nodded and grasped his little arms around his mom and nuzzled into the crook of her neck.
Mary started to gently bounce as she walked around the nursery and began humming softly, rubbing Dean's back in small circles.
It wasn't long until Dean was fast asleep, curled up against his mom. Safe. His letter to Sam slipped from his tiny fingers and onto the floor. - Carver Edlund.
John stepped into the room quietly and picked up the yellow construction paper and smiled when he read it. Walking to his wife and son, he gently ran a hand over her hand, standing closely to her and kissed her temple.
At this point in time, the Winchester family had no idea that tomorrow would change their lives forever. That their family would slowly begin to fall apart. But one thing has been steadfast. Dean never ever forgot his promise. It may have been shaken, it may have been questioned, it may have been looked over but he never forgot his promise. Never. It was constant. But …we all know this…