The First Time
AN: So here's another chapter that when the idea hit me I'm left thinking 'Why haven't I written this before now?' Oh well again better late than never. I hope you enjoy this unexpected chapter.
Dean – 4 Sammy – 8 months
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural
Anniversary
John had done everything he could to keep the entire day normal for his boys, in an effort to help himself forget. It hadn't worked out the way he'd planned; he couldn't look at either Dean or Sammy without thinking of Mary. He was just relieved that Dean was still too young to have realized the significance of the day so no questions were asked.
He'd put their boys to bed early, needing time alone. As much as he wanted to just forget, his mind couldn't let him pass up the anniversary of his marriage without taking some time for Mary.
And so he sat alone in the small living room, a bottle of rye sitting on the table in front of him, glass half empty in his hand. For a moment his mind conjured what they would have done. With the boys both so young, Sammy only eight months old, he doubted they would have shared a private dinner. It wouldn't have mattered; they'd have put the boys to bed early, so they could share the evening together.
-Daddy…-
She loved to dance with him, and as reluctant as he may have been in public it had never been a problem in their home. It was the simple things that drew them together, and it would have been enough for them to just hold each other close throughout the night…
"Daddy?" a young voice pulled John from his thoughts, and he looked down to see Dean small hands on his left forearm shaking it gently.
John opened his mouth to speak, but was forced to swallow back the lump that had formed in his throat. Nothing would make it leave except the numbing bitterness of his drink. "What is it buddy?" he asked reaching out a hand to rest on his son's head. He felt his throat tighten again; he could see so much of Mary in Dean's little face.
"Can't sleep…" Dean complained around a wide yawn.
Taking a moment to finish his drink, John put his glass aside and picked up his son. They weren't the same anymore, there was no more they, only John trying to raise his boys in the shadow of his loss.
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Morganeth Taren'drel
