A/N: Anyone else procrastinating studies and settling down to read and write fanfiction like me? Please tell me I'm not the only one... :O

Prompt by murphy9202: "My prompt is to write a story about John, Mary, Dean and Sam having a great time as a family before everything is changed forever."

This was an intriguing idea. Well, here it goes...

The Winchesters. One look at them, and you would feel like they are the happiest family in the world. A loving father, a caring mother, and two adorable little sons. John, Mary, Dean and Sam Winchester. The perfect family.

The park was filled with kids and families. It was 9 a.m. and the Winchesters were whiling away their Sunday in the fresh air. A spread was laid out on the grass. John set down the picnic basket and Mary parked Sam's pram near her. Dean had walked next to Sam all through the way, talking non-stop to his little brother. As they neared the play park, Dean had run off to play on the swings and slides.

John kept an eye on his eldest while Mary read a book, occasionally waving to Dean and looking at Sam. As John looked at Dean, he saw his oldest talking to a girl about the same age as him. John chuckled.

"What's so funny?" asked Mary.

"There. Look at Dean. Already hitting on the first girl he sees." Smirked John.

Mary playfully slapped her husband across the arm. "Seriously John? Dean's not like you."

"Whatever you say, honey." Teased John.

Mary just rolled her eyes at her husband, set down her book and took Sam out of his pram. He was growing so quickly. Already 6 months old. She held Sam up to the scenery in front of her, talking to her youngest.

"See that Sammy? That's your brother Dean near the swings. He is such a naughty boy. You are a good boy aren't you? And see that little sparrow right there, on the ground...isn't it adorable?"

Suddenly, Dean starting running back towards his dad, the girl he was talking to right on his heels.

"Daddy!" he yelled, jumping into John's arms.

"Hey kiddo. Make a new friend?"

"Yup." Said Dean pulling himself up. "Daddy, this is Della. Della, this is my dad."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Winchester." She said politely.

"Nice to meet you too Della. This is Dean's mother, Mary. Where are your parents?" said John.

Della pointed to the family sitting just a few feet away form them, watching their daughter adoringly. The Winchester's waved at the family next to them, who waved politely back. They had met the Wandell's before and they were the most polite people. They had just never seen their children. John and Mary knew that Dean and Della had been playing a lot together ever since Dean had turned 3. They even spotted Della's sister, Susan, in a similar pram like Sam's. But being a family outing, neither families talked much, except enjoyed the carefree Sunday.

x-x-x

It was 11 a.m. and all the juice and sandwiches had been gulped down by the Winchesters. Dean had arrived, flushed from all the playing and had hogged down his food. John managing to choke on his piece of peanut butter sandwich, watching Dean eat. Sam had drunk a little bit of lemon juice and had made the most adorable face to the citrus taste, causing the Winchesters to burst into laughter. Slowly, talking and playing around, they made their way home. John had been called unexpectedly to work. Apologizing to Mary, he went his way.

x-x-x

It was 9 p.m. and Mary lead Dean to Sam's room.

"Come on, let's say good night to your brother."

"Good night Sam." Said Dean, kissing his baby brother on the forehead.

Mary herself looked at her son adoringly "Good night, love." She said, running her hands through Sam's hair and kissing his forehead.

"Hey Dean." Came a voice from the doorway.

Dean spun around to see his dad in the doorway. "Daddy!" he said happily, running to his father who scooped his son in to his arms. "Hey buddy."

"So what do you think? You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?"

Dean shook his head in disbelief, laughing. "No daddy."

John laughs. "No."

Mary passed her husband and son. "You got him?" she asked John.

"Yeah. I got him."

John hugged Dean closer to him and flicked off the light switch. "Sweet dreams, Sam."

A few minutes later, the family was torn apart. Their house on fire, Mary dead and John holding Sam to his chest while Dean leaned onto his dad, shock etched on his face. The Winchester family. The perfect family. A family that was torn apart. A family, that didn't deserve all the crap they faced. A family, that deserves to be reunited once again.

END.

So, murphy9202, hope you liked this.

It went a different direction, kind of. Hope this was what you expected. :)

Review! :D :)