I'm freezing in the sun,
I'm burning in the rain.
The silence,
i'm screaming calling out your name.
-Hale
CHAPTER SEVEN: THE PAST AND SUNSET
1989, January.
Lawrence, Kansas.
"Did you feel that, John?" Mary gently tugs his husband's left hand and places it carefully on her belly.
" This kid is a real kicker."
John slowly lowered his head and slowly presses his ear on Mary's stomach."Ya betcha! That was a strong kick. Watcha doing there little man, playing soccer in mommy's belly?"
Mary chuckled upon seeing how adorable his husband is, talking to their five month old unborn child. It was New Year's Eve an hour ago and now try welcome the new year. They were nestled by the fire place, mattress placed on the wooden floor with yellow sheet covering it, pillows are scattered everywhere and a warm blanket wrap around the couple.
It was snowing hard outside and the world was envelope with darkness. The New Years ball had been dropped an hour ago and now the world was dead silent. Except, for Mary and john who were awake.
"Are you gonna be our star athlete or our little soldier?" He gently caressed the spot where he felt the kick earlier. "No matter what you want, son. You are my little champ, my little boy."
"And mine too." Mary added smiling warmly at them.
"I love you." John lift himself and look at Mary.
"I love you too." She said and kiss him gently.
May, 1989
Lawrence Memorial Hospital, Kansas.
"Holy Mother of Jesus," Mary groaned holding her fully swollen belly, drench it sweat. Body lay still in the Hospital bed that was still moving towards the emergency room. "John Eric Winchester, you better pray this child will be cute. Ahhhhh.. This freaking hurts."
Seeing his wife face twisted in pain John felt his blood drained, following Her like a lost puppy. Time tick as he can only watch his wife giving birth, the bone crunching grip of Mary was the only sensation keeping him from panicking. Seeing lots of blood on the floor. It was the happiest and scariest moment of his life.
"You can do it, Mary. I'm here, push it like a pro for me, sweetheart." He whispered to her. "I'm here. I got ya."
He keeps on saying it like a mantra for half an hour only to stop when he finally hear the baby cry. He felt the world stop upon seeing his first child covered with blood and placenta.
He is officially a father now, he felt the sense of excitement mix with fear, worry and happiness.
The doctor handed the new born to the nurse in order to clean the baby then moments later the nurse came back with his son that was already wrapped with blue cloth.
"Congratulation, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester." The nurse smile and handed the baby to the father.
"Hey, there champ." John held Dean for the very first time. "Welcome to the world son."
He smiled and rock the child gently making the baby cooed.
"Look kid," he turn around facing a exhausted Mary.
"This badass and beautiful woman is your mother. She just gave birth to you, Isn't she awesome." Slowly handing Dean to his wife then planted a kiss on her forehead.
"You did good." Mary smiled.
"He look so beautiful." She said with a tired tone laced in her voice. "Our precious Dean."
Looking up to his husband, she said. "I love you."
"I love you too."
August, 1993.
Mary was busy folding the clothes. Her back ached from doing the chores all day. She rubbed her swelling almost nine months old belly and gently rested her back against the couch.
"Mommy!" A four year old Dean dash in to the couch holding a stalk of sunflower. The boy was playing outside the garden for the whole day, the dirt all over his face is clearly an evidence beside from the mud stained small footprint on the carpet. Which was by the way very difficult to clean.
The flower was picked in a poor manner where the stalk seemed to be pulled in a hurry and some I the petals fell out. "I bwought you this."
With a big goofy smile on his face he present the sad looking flower and gave it to her. Mary can't bare to scold the kid for soiling her carpet, so she shook her head and took the flower.
"Thank you, sweetie." She smiled and kissed his forehead. "But you need to take a bath."
Dean nodded with a full smile on his lips. Then he ran up the stairs and rush his way to his bedroom.
"Dean Winchester! What did I say about running inside the house." Mary chastised.
"Sowwy, Mom." Dean said loudly.
Mary stood up and went inside the bathroom. Turning the faucet open making the water freely fall down the tub. Soon Dean appeared bringing with him a yellow rubber ducky and blue colored plastic boat.
"Mommy, do you think Sammy would have wike some fwowers?" Dean said with an innocent tone laced in his voice.
"Of course, sweetie and Sammy would like to play with his older brother." Mary lift the boy and placed him inside the tub full of warm water.
"Reawwy?" Mary nodded and pour a small amount of shampoo and rub it all over Dean's hair.
"Do you think Sammy would have like me?"
"Absolutely, you wanna know why?"
"Why?"
"Because he have an awesome big brother." Dean giggled and playfully splashing the water.
"Hey, lovely." Mary turn around spotting his husband leaning at the door, looking fondly on both of them.
"Dad!" Dean squealed upon seeing the older man.
"Hey, champ." John approach him and settled beside Mary.
"Welcome back." Mary smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"Let me take care of Dean and you go rest, okay." John offered.
"Thank you." Mary slowly stood up holding her big belly.
"I love you." John smiled fondly at her ever lovely wife.
"I love you too."
January, 1994.
Life was good for John and Mary Winchester, having a stable source of income, a beautiful suburban house and well blessed with two wonderful children. Life was great for them and they didn't ask for more.
But one night John Winchester's life abruptly change. It was a Thursday evening, the 28th of January.
John woke up coughing, he felt his throat swelling and in pain. Eyes wide open and instantly regret it when he sees the heavy smoke in the bedroom. His eyes starts to water he jerked up immediately, and was about to wake his wife but to his dismay Mary's side of the bed was empty.
The kids, he thought.
John ran up to the second floor and shake the older brother shoulder in order to wake up.
"Dad?" Dean groggily woke up, eyes till half open without explanation he carried Sam and grabbed Dean by the wrist. Soon the fire catches up and spread up the left side of the stair. John pulled a thick blanket and wrap it around the kids, he bravely crossed down the stairs adrenaline spread all over his body.
"Take your brother outside as fast as you can! Don't look back! NOW, DEAN, GO!" He instructed shoving the six month old baby on Dean's tiny hand.
Confused and scared Dean obeyed and went the front door and run out the street. The poor little kid cried and panic watching their home burn, he look around and people starts to approach him. Some people help to calm him and some call the fire station.
Meanwhile.
"MARY!" The smoke was heavy in the first floor. John desperately yelled looking for his wife.
"John." A voice was heard somewhere and with his heightened senses he easily tracked down where it came from.
And to his horror he saw his wife being buried under a pile of burning woods. "No, no, no. MARY!"
Without any gloves or cloth wrap around his hands he ignored the burning sensation and desperately removes the burning debris from his wife.
"John, the kids." Mary said weakly, her voice was rasped upon inhaling too much smoke.
"Don't worry about them. They're already safe." He continues. "I'll get you out of here. Just hang on a little bit, sweetie."
Cracked. Thud.
A bigger part of the ceiling fell down.
"Shit!" He coughed harshly the oxygen was leaving his body.
"John. Take care," Mary paused and coughed violently. "Take care of the boys."
"No! Mary we'll get out of here. Please just hang on." He continue to remove the debris but when his wife hand brush his and weakly hold onto his wrist.
"I love you." Mary said in whisper, then slowly the grasp loosen and her hand fell limp.
"MARY! No! Keep those beautiful eyes open." Now his tears freely fell.
"Please, I can't do this without you."
"I love you too." He whispered. Placing one last kiss on Mary's forehead.
He held his wife's limped hand and stayed beside the pile of debris not caring if he'll be burning along.
Later on the firefighters were able to save him.
After that people talked on how lucky he was to be alive but little to people know that Mary wasn't t the only one who died that night. A part of him died along with her and it was damn ravaging.
November, 2000.
Sioux Falls, South Dakota.
Six years have passed, the boys were growing up so fast Dean is now eleven while Sam is seven. Their lives were always on the road.
John never stayed long in one place, he keeps on moving from town to town dragging the boys along. That made it more difficult for the them. Later on when John realize that, this time they will be staying permanently in Sioux Falls where John have an acquaintance. Bobby Singer, also a retired marine and His long time buddy. Who can help him take care of his sons.
It was thanksgiving night, people were busy having dinner with their family and giving thanks to whoever God they believe for all the blessing they received.
And the Winchester brothers were all alone in the house, their father seemed to be out again getting drunk to wherever bar he can get in to. Earlier this morning when Sam and Dean went to play in the park. Their playmates were busy talking how their parents seemed to be busy preparing for the feast.
"How about you," A ten year old Jo look at Dean. "Will your dad do something for thanksgiving?"
She asked. Dean look at Sam, then back at Jo and hesitantly said. "Of course! Dad always cook something up for thanksgiving."
Lies. Their dad never celebrate thanksgiving, after their mom died his dad never celebrate any holidays and even his own two sons birthday.
"That's good." Jo beamed while little Sammy look at his older brother with a confuse look on his face. Dean shrug and continue to listen to Jo talking about foods.
Later that day Dean made up his mind to let his little brother experience a true thanksgiving dinner.
He remember back then, when his mom was still alive. Every thanksgiving John would take him out somewhere by the park to play catch with him and when they come home, a smell of freshly baked pie and a warm smile from his mother greeted him home.
It was good back then but now its just a pleasant memory of his childhood that Sam can never experience.
So he decide to make something for dinner. Well, he did try to make some food for the celebration but to his disappointment the fridge was empty, his father seemed to forget to restock. All he can find is a can of soup by the kitchen cabinet.
Dragging a chair by the stove to climb on he reach out for the cooking pot by the counter too and place it on the stove.
Pouring the content of the soup from the can to the pot and turning the fire on medium, he hollered. "SAMMY! Go wash up and get back here for dinner."
"OKAY!" Little Sam replied and head back up stairs.
Patiently waiting for the soup to hear up he climb down the chair to get three bowls and climb back up.
"Dean," Sam called from upstairs, sound of footsteps going down was heard. "Will dad be home for dinner?"
Sam appeared and settled down by the table.
"Hmm. I don't know, Sammy." Dean turn the stove off and carefully poured the steaming soup on the two empty bowls. He put the lid on the pot before climbing down the chair.
"But don't worry about it. Thanksgiving dinner is served." He said carrying the two steaming bowl and place it on the table.
Making Sam relieved. He thank his big brother and began to dig in.
"This is delicious." Sam hummed.
"That's just canned soup, Sammy." Dean points out.
"I don't care. Silly Dean! Whatever you made is always delicious." The younger Winchester protest shoving a spoonful of soup.
"Whatever you say, Samantha." Sam groaned upon hearing the nickname but still appreciated the lively banter.
In which what made him realize that night is, after the tragedy that happened to them, he was truly thankful for that he had his big brother to make everything better.
"Happy thanksgiving you jerk."
"Happy thanksgiving, bitch!"
April, 2013.
"GIVE ME THE FUCKIN' BOTTLE, BOY." John yelled at Sam. He was enjoying his bottle of rum when his youngest took it away.
"Dad, that's enough!" Swatting his father's hand when he tries to grab the alcohol.
"DAMN IT BOY! HAND THAT BOTTLE OVER OR I WILL MAKE YOU." John hissed clumsily trying to straighten his posture.
"WILL YOU DAD?" Sam snapped, glaring daggers straight to the man. "WELL FUCKING FINALLY, YOU CAN DO SOME STUFF BESIDE FROM KILLING YOURSELF TO DRINK, YOU PATHETIC DRUNKARD."
"DON'T SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT BOY. I'M STILL YOUR FATHER AND YOU BETTER TREAT ME WITH RESPECT." John leveled his glare on his son. His anger seemed to perk
up especially when he is drunk.
"My father?" Sam laugh dryly then shake his head. "That's hilarious. You never were a father to me. You weren't the one taking care of me and you weren't the one who was there for me."
"And you call yourself a father. YOU! Who never came home early just to check on his children. YOU, who never sober up just to take care of us. You're just my dad in title but you never were one. Bobby is much more closer of a father to the both us than you ever were."
"YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT. AS LONG AS YOU LIVE IN MY HOUSE, I AM STILL YOUR FATHER WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT." John reasoned out.
"YOUR HOUSE! THIS IS NOT YOUR HOUSE ANYMORE. YOU DON'T EVEN PAY THE RENT HERE, DAD. DEAN'S THE ONE WHO PAYED FOR THE RENT, THE BILLS AD THE FOOD. WHILE YOU JUST WASTE AWAY." Without thinking John shoved him down the ground made him lose his grip on the bottle of rum as it shatter on he floor.
"LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" John curled his hands into a fist and for the first time hits Sam on the face. Luckily Dean, who came from work, just arrive home and saw his father hit is baby brother. He quickly dive in
and break his dad and Sam apart.
"Go to your room, Sam." Dean ordered tightening his hold on his father.
"But De-" Dean immediately cut him off. "JUST GO!"
And Sam did as he scrambled his way upstairs. He close the lock the door behind him and listen to his brother and father arguing.
"Let me go, Dean. I'll teach that brat a lesson." He heard his father protest.
"That's enough, dad. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT! Did you just hit him?"
"DID YOU JUST HIT MY BABY BROTHER! YOUR OWN SON."
"YES, THAT KID NEEDS DISCIPLINE."
"FOR GOODNESS SAKE DAD. YOU HIT YOUR SON."
"Yes, I know that and your point."
"YOU'RE SO FUCKING DRUNK TO CARE, HUH? I DON'T CARE IF YOU HIT ME DAD BUT I WILL NOT HESITATE TO KICK YOUR SORRY ASS IF YOU HIT SAM AGAIN."
"WHATEVER! THIS LIFE IS HELLISH ANYWAY. YOU AND YOUR BROTHER DISAPPOINTS ME. OVER AND OVER AGAIN. I WISH IT WAS EITHER YOU OR SAM DIED ON THAT FIRE NOT MARY."
"YOU TAKE THAT BACK, YOU TAKE THAT BACK YOU SON OF A BITCH."
Sam heard a loud cracking sound then a slamming of doors.
Sam was shock that his father dared to hit him, touching the throbbing cheek he quietly cried himself to sleep.
Later that day Sam woke up late in the afternoon. The sun was in its highest pick in the sky, he perched up trying to relieve the knot that was in his neck.
"Hey, Sammy." Dean poked his head through the bedroom door. "Are you okay?"
Sam knew he should probably say that's his okay and put on a mask so that his brother will not need to worry.
"I'm.. I" he want to say 'I'm fine' but the words died down in his throat.
He forced himself to breathe in and out until he calm himself. Dean notice his brother's reluctant expression and sat beside him on the bed.
"I'm not okay, Dean. I'm trying but I'm so damn tired of dealing with that every time." Sam almost choked up when he starts crying.
"I'm really sorry, Sammy. If I just came home early you woul-" Dean was about to say something when Sam cut him off. "You could have come home early and then what? He hit you instead of me."
He look at his brother who avoid his gaze, and said. "Better me than you."
"No, Dean. That doesn't make it all better. It doesn't make everything better. Dad is hurting us and it's not healthy." Sam explained.
"Then what are we supposed to do then. Call the police?" Dean finally turn around and meet his gaze.
"Runaway." Sam suggested.
"What?!"
"Let's runaway. Just you and me, find a new town and meet new people. I don't care where as long as we are away from dad." Dean was quiet Sam knew he didn't like his idea.
He laugh bitterly, and said. "You know what. Never mind that. Just forget what I have said it was a dumb idea."
"Okay." Dean replied.
"Okay." He mumble eyes trailed to the distant view by the window.
"Then pack your bags then, we will leave now." Dean stood up and.
"Wait, what?"
"Yup, let's do your dumb idea." Dean said, gracing a small smile on his face. "A moose, baby and me ridding into the sunset is a dream come true. Just like what the old song say 'Let's ride into the sunset together
Stirrup to stirrup, side by side
When the day is through.' Right?" Dean winked and ruffled his younger brother's hair.
"Shut up, burnham." Sam laughed and slap his brother's hand. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, Sammy. Be ready by ten or I'll leave your ass." Dean chuckled motioning to get out the room.
"Thanks, Dean." Sam said sincerely and starts to pack up.
After getting every important things pack he headed outside where his brother was already on the driver's seat with music blaring on. Sam sat inside the passenger seat.
"To the sunset?" Dean glanced at his younger brother.
Sam smiled and said. "To the sunset."
Then they drive off without looking back.
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