Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of their characters, this all belongs to them, I am just borrowing them for this story.
Warnings will be in later chapters when needed, this just has a bit of depressing Mary Winchester death, so I apologize.
It is rated M for a reason, there will be slash in later chapters, if you don't like it, don't read it, don't need to be all hot and bothered by me writing it. There will be swears in it as well, so don't be surprised there. There will be warnings in each chapters if there are any trigger events that do bother you.
AN: Hey everyone, thanks for taking the time to read this, I soooo appreciate it n-n please if you like it, take the time to review, your reviews give me a rush of euphoria, and makes we want to write more and more and more so please REVIEW and give me ideas on where to go, and leave CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Yeah, I know this chapter is short and I apologize for the fast depressing intro to this story, but it can only go up from here!
…right? No, probably not, if it's from Supernatural, it's going to rip your heart out, AU or not, at least I'm not the a show writer, I'm not that cruel. *COUGH COUGH COUGH*
Prologue
"Dean, come play with me?" The young boy with piercing blue eyes asked the other, a hopeful expression on his face. The two boys were only seven years old at the time, and they were the best of friends.
"Lemme go ask Momma!" Dean told the young boy named Castiel. Running into the house, he began to tug on Mary Winchester's pant leg.
Looking up from playing with Sam, Dean's younger brother who was three, grinning at her son. "What is it sweetheart?" She asked in a sweet voice that had always made Dean grin.
"Can I go play with Cas?" He asked, eyes hopeful and eager to be with his best friend.
"Are you sure you don't want to help me bake some pie?" She asked, ruffling the older sibling's hair.
"Pleeeaase, Momma?" He began to beg.
"Alright, but bring Sam would you?" She asked him, as he jumped up and down in joy.
"Mooom!" Dean protested, eyeing his drooling, three year old baby brother.
"Dean, please?"
"Fine." He said grumpily, looking over at his little brother, going up to his mother, hugging her tightly. "I love you Mommy." He said, picking up his rather large brother before heading outside.
"We have to play with Sammy too, Cas." Dean said as he crossed the street to join Castiel, who was now throwing a ball up in the air and catching it.
"That's okay, I like Sam." He said, smiling as Dean plopped down next to him, snatching the ball away from him as he threw it up.
"Hey!" Cas protested, sitting up and glaring at his friend.
"Mine now!" Dean said, rolling it over to Sam, who was having a staring contest with Cas's new puppy, who he had appropriately named Frodo, Dean and his favorite character from their favorite movie.
All of a sudden a giant explosion came from the Winchester house, going up in flames, Dean felt his knees lock, but he stood up and ran towards it full speed, screaming at his mother to get out of the house. Castiel ran over to Dean, holding him back to keep him from running into the house and into the flames of the house. There was no doubt in their minds that Mary was gone, even Sam was screaming, even if it was just from the deafening boom of the house.
After the fire department, police, and ambulances came and left, the grim look on John Winchester, Dean's father, said it all. She wasn't coming back.
Castiel sat in his house, hugging Dean close as he cried for his mother whom he loved dearly. "I'm so sorry Dean." He whispered to his friend, wishing he could do anything to make Dean feel better.
Months had past, and Dean hadn't returned with his father and Sam. As sad as Castiel was, even at a young age, he knew that Dean wasn't going to be coming back.