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A/N: Thought I should update this. Makes you happy? If it does, reviews are a great way to show that happiness. Uh. Normally I don't post until I have another chapter written, but I haven't had time to write more, and I really wanted to post this. But hopefully I'll have time soon to write more, yeah?
Amarintha is my beta, and she's a great one.
Also, the teacher's last name is what my mom came up with. So, thanks to her!
"Dean?" Ms. Swelfield bent down to her student's size, "Why aren't you making and invite for your mom?"
Dean looked up from the book he had been reading, "My mom isn't coming to our party, Ms. Swelfield." And with that he started reading again.
Ms. Lucy Swelfield hadn't been teaching Dean long, but she was getting used to his quiet yet precise answers. He wouldn't elaborate on anything unless you asked him to and he tended to keep a wary eye on his peers. "Well, I'm sure she'd like an invite even though she can't make it to our Mother's Day celebration. I bet she'll even put it up on the fridge at home."
Dean ran his tongue over his lips, thinking this through;, "How about if I make an invite for my dad? He might be able to make it."
"Dean, this is a Mother's Day party. Your dad can come to our Father's Day party though." She smiled down at him wondering why this small child seemed so mature, why he thought that his mother wouldn't come, why she wouldn't even want an invite? What kind of woman was Mrs. Winchester? She must be a career woman. Probably not home much.
"Ms. Swelfield, my mom can't make it," the small boy spoke quieter than usual, "I know you're bein' a good teacher n' all but she just won't be able to come." Dean tried to make her understand without knowing what happened. The tended to pity him he hated that, he didn't need them trying to take care of him; he had his dad. He hated those looks, the way they treated him different than the other kids.
Lucy took a sudden intake of breath, was this boy trying to tell her that his mom was dead? Or missing? Did she skip out on her family? Swallowing she nodded, "Alright Dean, you go ahead and read."
Dean watched his teacher walk away with that look in her eyes. That look that all adults gave him after they figured it out. Sighing he went back to reading.
Dean would have loved to skip out on the Mother's Day party, but he knew that his dad would not have in him missing school. Trying to think it though while reading he had no idea how to get out of it. He was going to be stuck in a class full of his peers and their moms. Sinking lower in his chair he sighed. Each student would introduce their mom and say a bit about her. Except Dean. He wouldn't be able to introduce her. And people would notice that. Ask him questions and he'd have to either ignore or tell the story to one person, then another, and yet another. Always recounting the tale.
So at the end of the day, Dean had made his decision. Walking up to his teacher he cleared his throat, "Ms. Swelfield? I was wondering if even though my mom won't be here, if I could still talk about her to the class?"
Lucy smiled down at her young student, "Of course, Dean. I know I would love to hear about your mom." Dean nodded, staring down at his shoes. "If you want, you can invite your dad. I sure he'd like to hear what you have to say." Dean looked up and nodded again, half shrugging.
The day had finally come and Dean made sure he had it covered, glancing up at John, he nodded. John got his car keys and took Sammy's hand, knowing that Dean wouldn't be able to hold his hand. Dean carefully made it over to the Impala, both hands holding it tightly. He could not drop it. If he dropped it, everything would be ruined.
As the three Winchester boys made it into the classroom, all of the mother's heads turned in their direction. They all glanced at each other, wondering why Dean brought his father and not his mother. It had been made clear to them that only mothers were allowed.
The kids went up the front of the classroom with their mom and talked about her. Of course, like any good class, they went alphabetically. Winchester being the last one. By the time he got up there, all the mothers were wondering what the motherless child would say.
Upon his turn, Dean carried it up with him. John and Sammy stayed in their seats. Shaking he turned to face the crowd. Running his tongue between his lips, Dean uncovered it. "I don't remember my mom that well," his voice very quiet, staring down at the pie, "but I remember that before she died my mom and me would make a pie every week. So, when I help make or when I eat them I can remember her better." His green eyes looked up and saw how quiet the room was. Scanning the room, he saw the other mothers giving him that look. But he wasn't interested them, his eyes met his dad's eyes and so he continued, "I loved her very much and I think about her a lot. So, I brought some pie today. I was hoping I could share it with all of you." He looked out at the crowd again, breaking the eye contact with his father.
Lucy cleared her throat, "That would be wonderful, Dean. I'm sure we'd all love to have some pie."
Dean nodded and gave his teacher the pie he and John had made that morning. Sitting down next to the remnants of his family, he smiled sadly down at his slice of pie.
