Where's my Mommy?

Lexie—6 Sam—12 Dean—16

It was November, and parent teacher conferences had come up again. Usually, since they switched schools so much, John never bothered to attend. This time was no different. He was off on some mission that Dean wasn't exactly sure what he was doing. The only problem was that since Lexie had started first grade, and parent teacher conferences were required, he wasn't sure what to do. Should he go? What would he even say?

In the end, Dean took Lexie to school anyway, and walked into the classroom with her. She ran over to play with the other little kids in the corner, and Dean stood in the room awkwardly, unsure what to do. "Hi" a woman said. She was on the younger side, and Dean knew right away she was the teacher. "You must be Alexis' brother?" He nodded, a little taken aback. "She talks about you all the time" she laughed. "Dean, right?"

"Yeah" he said, casting Lexie a confused glance.

"I'm Miss Corrigan" she said. "Lexie is very fond of you, Dean. Is your father here? Or mother?"

"No" he said. "They had to go out of town. Grandma's sick. So I came" He had only said the first thing that had popped into his mind, but it seemed to have worked.

"Oh, I'm sorry" She said. "Well I'm glad you came anyway"

"Yeah" he agreed.

"I'd like to talk to you about Lexie though" she said. "Maybe you could relay this back to your parents?"

"Sure" he said, and they sat down a little ways off.

"Lexie is a bright student" she said, starting out. "My only area of concern is that she doesn't seem to…talk about her home life a lot"

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Well, she says things like you move a lot," Miss Corrigan said. "Or that she lives in a motel?"

"Oh" Dean said, a little embarrassed. "Well we were living in uh, a hotel room for awhile when we first got here. Our house was being fixed"

"Oh" she said, instantly brightening. "Well then, that explains that"

Dean smiled. "Is that all?"

"No" Miss Corrigan said. "I know I said that she talks about you a lot, but…that's all she talks about. You and Sam"

"Is that a bad thing?" he asked.

"Not necessarily" she said, shrugging. "It's just a little odd that she only wants to talk about that. Maybe it would be nice if she had some play dates with friends"

"Sure" Dean said, nodding. "I'll tell my dad that"

"Sure" She smiled. Dean stood up. "It was nice meeting you" she called, as Dean dragged Lexie out the door.

"You're teacher's an idiot" Dean stated and Lexie laughed.

"She's smart, Dean" she said, shaking her head. "She knows how to add big numbers and stuff!"

"Right" Dean said, rolling his eyes.

"Dean?"

"What?" he asked, taking her hand as they crossed the street.

"Why don't I have a mommy?" she asked.

Dean stopped walking. "What?" he asked, frowning. "Lex, mommy's in heaven, you know that"

"Yeah" Lex nodded. "But Ritchie's mommy went to heaven too, but he got a new one. Am I going to get a new one?"

Dean felt like something had punched him in the stomach. It was an innocent question. He could see why she asked. It was just unexpected. "I don't know, Lex" Dean said, not wanting to crush her. "I guess we could"

"I hope we get a nice one" Lex said, taking Dean's hand as they started walking again. "I want one that gives lots of cookies and packs good lunches like the other kid's mommy's do"

"Uh-huh" Dean said, trying to block her out. With Sam, he could tell him to shut the hell up but with Lex, it was different. She didn't know how much it hurt.

"Our mommy's in heaven" Lex stated. "You think she can see me?"

"Yeah" Dean said, glancing upward. "She can"

"How do you know?"

"I just do"

"Oh" Lex said. She hugged Dean around the waist as they got to the motel room again. "Thanks Dean"

"For what?" he asked.

"For being my pretend mommy for the confer—conference" she said, stumbling over the words. She then went inside.

Dean stood there stupidly for a moment, and then laughed to himself. Mommy? No way…