The Adventures Of Dean Winchester: The Frog.
by Riama
A/N: Extended version of a flashback scene from "The Visitor", so it takes places in the same verse.
A/N: Reviews are love!
Mary was thankful for the soft breeze that made its way blowing through the trees surrounding the house, making the heat a little less unbearable. She could feel her thin yellow summer dress sticking to her back and drops of sweat making their way down her neck.
It was April. It shouldn't be so hot in April, right? Well, maybe the fact that she was almost 9 months pregnant had something to do with it. She touched her belly softly.
"Come on Sammy, you have to get out of there soon. I'll give you cookies!"
She is sitting under their house's porch.
She's more or less comfortable, laying on a couch hammock John made just for her. It was a surprise. After listening to her bitching night and day about how swollen her feet were, about how much her back ached, after putting up with her weird midnight cravings and after hearing her swearing that "next time you'll have the baby and this time I'm serious", he had decided to do something about it. And she had been so touched, so thankful for that small gesture that she had cried (damn hormones!).
John was working at the garage, and he wouldn't be home for a couple of hours.
Her neighbor had insisted on her reading some romantic novel, some chick book that wasn't really her cup of tea. And she was really trying, but her heart wasn't on it.
Everything was too quiet around her.
She looked up from her book suspiciously. It was indeed too quiet. Where was Dean?
She shook her head trying not to worry too much. Surely her kid was a handful, but he was probably just playing in the backyard.
After a few minutes she had managed to read five pages of the detested book and Mary was really happy with herself.
Then she heard a cough.
She looked up from the book and was surprised to find Dean standing there, in front of her. The small boy was all seriousness and she couldn't help but smile. He was only four, but he was a real character, just like John.
His long blonde hair was ruffled, his jeans and blue t-shirt were covered in dirt, his shoes were missing and he had mud all over his face. He's been really having fun, Mary thought.
She closed her book and left it on her lap. Focusing all her attention on Dean.
"What's up, angel?"
"I found a frog."
That made her shudder. She couldn't help it if she hated frogs. She had no problems with werewolves, ghosts, shapeshifters… but frogs? Those things gave her the creeps.
"Is it… is it dead or alive?"
"Dead", he whispered innocently, and she let out the breath she didn't know she was holding.
"You sure?"
The boy nodded vigorously.
"And how do you know that?"
"I pissed in his ear."
Mary thought she had misheard. She had seen and heard really weird things in her life. Believe me, really weird things. But this was… unexpected.
"You what??"
That might have come out a bit harsh because Dean flinched and looked at his mom guiltily.
"You know… I went to his ear and said 'PSST!' and it didn't move. So it must be dead."
Two hours later during dinner Mary told John the story. He was laughing so hard he was crying, and soon she joined him.
Dean stopped chewing and raised one eyebrow at his parents. Adults were so weird…
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