"Our names are Dean and Sam Winchester. We're named after your parents. When I would get sick, you would make me tomato-rice soup, because that's what your mom made you. And instead of a lullaby, you would sing "Hey Jude", 'cause that's your favorite Beatles song".
" MOMMYYYY, NOOO! MOMMMY!". The screams of her three year old son, alerted Mary that her beloved son might be in danger. Mary's overprotective Mama Bear like instincts were on full force, as she raced towards her son's bedroom. A million thoughts were going rapid in Mary's mind. Was Dean hurt? God forbid, if a demon was attacking her son. She placed the latter thought out of her mind, praying that her past life would not come back and haunt her.
When she arrived at Dean's bedroom, she sighed in relief, as she realized that her son was only having a nightmare. Mary walked over to her son and attempted to wake him up from his nightmare. " Dean sweetheart, please wake up.". She practically begged her son to open his dark green eyes, while placing a comforting hand on his forehead. He apparently had a somewhat high fever. A small smile appeared on Mary's face as her son woke up from his nightmare. He latched onto her scared to let her go, which worried Mary.
Mary looked down at her son, with a concerned look on her face. She had to get him to calm down, so he could take some medicine and rest. " Sweetheart, what did you see?". After a minute or so of not talking, Dean wiped his eyes ashamed of crying, and began to attempt to speak. " Yellow eyed monster put fiaa on you!". A gasp escaped Mary, after hearing her son speak of Azazel. Was this the future she was doomed to have? After thinking quietly to herself, she looked down at her son and kissed the top of his head. " Dean I promise I won't let anyone hurt you. Angels are watching over you and even if I'm not always here, I will always watch over you. Never forget that I love you, because I love you very much". She never knew how true her statement about angels watching over him, would come true. It did not take Dean long to calm down, after hearing his mother's comforting words.
Once Dean had calmed down, Mary decided that it was time for her to cure Dean's fever. She cooked a family recipe of tomato-rice soup, that her own mother made for her when she was feeling sick or sad. After letting the soup cool some, she carried a bowl upstairs to Dean. " Here baby boy, this will make you feel better". He nodded his head, and looked at her. " Otay, fanks you mommy". A smile appeared on Mary's face, as she heard her son speak kindly to her. " Your most welcome". Luckily for Mary and John, Dean was a sweet boy.
Fifteen minutes had passed by, and Dean had finished the tomato-rice soup. Mary placed the bowl on his bedside table and snuggled with him. While snuggling with him, she began to sing her favorite song to him, with a minor modification. " Hey Dean, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better". She continued the song and noticed that Dean had fallen asleep, Mary did the same. For now, sweet dreams came to both of them. While she was asleep, she did not notice her husband coming into the room and turning off the light, after checking on them.
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