Author: MegTDJ
Category: Drama
Rating: K
Pairing: Mention of John/Mary.
Spoilers: Just for the pilot, and for something Dean said in Dead In the Water.
Summary: John missed his children's voices. (Post-Pilot-teaser fic, John POV, 250 words)
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. I'm doing this for fun, not profit. The only thing I own is the story itself, so please dont archive this fic without my permission.
Author's notes: Okay, so I never thought I'd write Wee!chester fic, heh. Nor John fic, for that matter. I just wanted to write SOMEthing to get my feet wet in this fandom, so Misty helped me choose a prompt from my prompt table, and... here it is. My response to the prompt "silence."
Btw, I tried to make this a drabble, but it wanted to be more than 100 words. I tried for 200, but it still wouldn't end. I finally settled on 250. Does that make it a double-drabble-and-a-half?
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Silence
He missed his children's voices.
Dean had been such a cheerful, fun-loving boy. Ever since the night of the fire, the light had gone out of his eyes. He hadn't spoken a word in almost a month. John often wondered if he would ever speak again.
Even little Sammy seemed to notice that things weren't right. Babies were supposed to smile and coo and giggle. Sammy stayed unnaturally somber and quiet unless howling indignantly over a wet diaper or late meal.
The silence was killing him.
"Mary would know what to do," he told himself time and again. But Mary was gone. He was lost without her.
But maybe his boys didn't have to be.
He took out his wallet and slipped a picture of Mary out of its sleeve. He hadn't spoken to Dean about her since that night, but he knew a boy needed to feel connected to his mother somehow. This might be all he could do for now, until he was able to avenge her death and find some peace.
John placed the picture beside Dean's bed as he slept. He knew that Dean would treasure it and keep it safe without a word being said. That would spare them both the pain of having to relive the memories.
Early next morning, John awoke to the sound of Sammy's cries. Before he rolled out of bed, he heard tiny footsteps patter towards the crib.
"It's okay, Sammy," he heard Dean whisper. "Mommy's watching over us now."
The End