Tomorrow, Today, and Everyday
Summary: another…'what is the connection between mary and yellow eyes?' fic, that's grown into some Wee!Chester fluff.
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"John…John, I'm going to bed now." Mary told her husband, she hoped he heard her and got the hint, though she doubted it. Whenever those damn baseball games were on it was near impossible to tear him away from the TV.
As she had guessed, he didn't hear her--or if he did he was ignoring her.
"John Winchester are you even listening to a word I'm saying?" Mary stood there with her hands on her hips and looked much, much younger than her twenty-seven years.
John turned to look at her a guilty look across his face as he saw the annoyed look his wife was giving him.
"I'm sorry," He said getting up from his chair and giving her the puppy dog eyes that just made her melt. "As soon as the game is over…"
"I know you John Winchester…" Mary laughed as his lips grazed her neck with soft kisses. "You aren't going to make me less angry with you for working on that dumb car all day."
"Speaking of the car…I've got it all fixed, how about a drive tomorrow. Sarah could baby-sit Sam and Dean…we can have a day out…what do you say?"
Sarah was the only person on earth that Mary trusted outside of her family to watch her children; she was Caleb's sister, and those two were as good as family to her.
Mary smiled, giving into John. She could never stay mad at him for long...it was one of the qualities that she'd already realized Dean had developed. A little smile and a hug, and the little boy was so sure he would be off the hook--and it usually worked.
"Okay, I'll give her a call."
John kissed her, "Goodnight."
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Five years and there was so much that she still hadn't told her husband.
Like about the nightmares that were so much more than nightmares.
The man with the yellow eyes that came to her in her dreams—and sometimes she thought maybe it wasn't just in her dreams—and threatened Sam and Dean.
You or them, she heard his voice in her head all hours of the days sometimes.
And her reply was always, always the same.
I'd die first.
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"Mommy, I don't want you to go without me." Dean declared.
Mary handed him his juice box, and gave him a kiss. "Its only for a little while."
"I don't care. I want to come. I don't want to stay with stupid Sammy, and Sarah."
"Oh," Sarah smiled knowingly, "I'm stupid now, am I Dean?"
Dean shook his head. "No, just Sam. But I want to go with Mommy and Daddy."
"Dean Winchester, you know you're not supposed to use that kind of language." John reminded him. "You're a big brother now, its your job to set an example for Sam, and to look out for him."
Dean glanced down at Sam gurgling in the play pen. "Tomorrow?"
Mary couldn't hold back a laugh. "Today. Everyday." She told him.
Dean frowned, "Fine. I will. But I still want to come."
"Even more than you want to help me make cookies?" Sarah asked. "I can't do it with out a big boy helper, and Sammy's too little to help, Dean."
Dean was torn now, and it was visible on his face.
"Its only for a few hours." Mary told him, "And then Daddy and I are coming back, and we'll go home and have fun, okay?"
"Daddy, you'll play catch with me?"
John smiled, "That's right. I'll come back and we'll play catch."
Dean nodded his head, letting it all sink in. "Okay, you can go. Just don't forget."
The adults all held back laughter now that they'd finally been given 'permission'.
John gave him a hug, and kissed his cheek. "Behave, try not to give Sarah too hard of a time, and watch out for Sam."
Mary did the same. "We'll be back soon, sweetie."
Once they were gone, Dean turned to Sarah.
"Ready to make some tasty cookies?"
Dean nodded his head solemnly.
"Is something wrong?" She asked.
Dean shrugged. "I just…I miss mommy and daddy when they leave."
