Author's Note: Okay I realize my other supernatural story sucks, but if any of you wants me to continue it, then I will.
Bedtime Story
Sam burrowed into his bed. Dean laughed at his six year old brother.
"I want a story," Sam stated.
Dean sighed.
"Which one? You've read all of them already, some of them twice."
"Make one up." Sam shrugged.
"Okay. There was once a very special family. They were special because their mom was a beautiful princess. Everyone loved her. She was married and had two little boys. She loved them very much, more than she ever loved anything else."
Sam's eyes started to droop. Dean carried on.
"One day, she was watching her youngest son, the one she loved the most. She knew her youngest son was even more special than she was. While she was watching her son, something came to take him. She was reminded that he was incredibly special, and gave her life for his."
Dean's eyes started to tear as he remembered.
"Now, the family started looking for what killed the princess. Eventually they found it and they killed it. The princess came back to them and they lived happily ever after."
Sam was long asleep. Dean kissed his little brother and covered him with his blanket. He grabbed a box of salt and made a circle around Sam's bed. As he walked out the door, he saw their dad standing against the wall.
"You know she can't come back," John Winchester whispered.
"I know," said Dean as he looked at the floor.
"We might not find it."
"I know that too, I just want Sam to know mom."
"You said she was a princess."
"She might have been, but just didn't tell us."
John couldn't argue with his ten year old son's reasoning.
"Well, Slick, I think it's time you went to bed too."
"Okay, Dad."
After Dean was settled in his own bed, John came back in.
"Dean?"
"Yeah Dad?"
"I just want you to know that I will try very hard to get the happily ever after."
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