Kindergarten


Hey guys! This was a thought that came to me. Took awhile to find a chance to write it, but I did! And as always, I don't own Dean, Mary, John, or Sam. I only own the plot. Enjoy!
The first day Dean had gone to Kindergarten, his mom had brought him. His dad had said he was busy and kissed both Dean and his mom on the cheek then left for work.

His mom always smiled. Always. And now was no difference. She smiled and told him I'll be back. Dean had nodded and went off to start his school life.

It was simple. It was his life. Simple plain life. And he loved it.

Dean came home that day to find his dad and mom sitting on the couch showing the biggest grins they'd ever had. At least that Dean could remember.

"Hi Dean," his mother said, "How was school?"

"Good."

"Dean," his dad interrupted, "Your mom is going to have another baby."

A puzzled look came over Dean's face as his father picked him up and put him on his lap.

"Dean," his mom said, "You'll be a big brother!"

That was all Dean needed to know. The 3 year old jumped up and down. This was better then candy! Dean? A big brother? What could be more exciting?


The first day Sam had gone to Kindergarten, his dad dropped him off outside and said, "See you here at three sharp."

Of course Dean had to make sure he felt loved and yelled good luck as Sam was walking toward the door.

Once Sam got in the car at three, his dad asked him one question.

"How was it?"

"Fine. We painted, we talked, we—"

"I don't want you going there, but you have to. So don't believe anything they say. Understood?"

Sam nodded. He knew his father was serious.

Once home, Dean had cookies made for Sam. They sat down while their dad went down to the basement. Dean took interest in Sam's day, asking how it was, who was there, and so forth.

Kindergarten was stinky. But Sam would never tell Dean that. No way.

Then their dad came up from the basement. Dean went silent as soon as he saw him.

"Boys," their dad said, "I need to tell you something."

And on and on their dad went about the thing that killed their mother. Sam didn't understand most of it, but he had to listen. There was no other way. What could be worse?


Now as the boys entered a school full of kindergarteners, they both understood. Their pasts where different, as much as they were the same. There was no way. No way that they could relate to each other, especially during the school years. Their lives were so different. It wasn't fair. But it happened.

And they had to deal.