Title: Perfect World

Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.

Warnings: AU

Pairings: John/Mary, Sam/Jessica

Rating: PG

Wordcount: 365

Point of view: third


In a perfect world, there is no pain. Dean knows that. Dean also knows he couldn't stand to live in such a place because pain is all he has.

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In a perfect world—the perfect world—Momma didn't die, and they all lived happily ever after. Momma and Daddy grew old together and died in each other's arms, slipping away in the night.

Sammy went off to college with everyone's blessing and met a beautiful blonde named Jessica. They got married two years later with the whole family present and had three kids: William, Mary, and Deanna.

And in this perfect world, Dean felt out of place. He wandered the country, checking in every now and then. He showed up for Sam's wedding and each of the births.

Momma always gave him a special smile and kissed his cheek and whispered, "You'll forever have a home with me, you know that, right?" He nodded and kissed her forehead and vanished back down the road.

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If given a choice between herself and her son, Mary would forever pick her baby to live. And she was given the choice.

And she made it.

And Dean lived.

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Sam never knew that the maybes he saw could never equal the maybe his mother kept from coming to pass. Sam never knew that another world existed, a world where Dean died that night, where Dean was stolen and changed and twisted and turned—a world his mother kept from coming to pass with her blood and flames.

Sam never knew and Mary's glad because she can't escape the knowledge.

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Dean lived. Not unscathed and not without loss, but he lived.

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In a perfect world, there is no pain. Dean knows that. Dean also knows he couldn't stand to live in such a place because pain is all he has.

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And eventually they caught up with the thing that killed Momma. And they killed it, destroyed it, erased it from existence instead of sending it back to Hell.

John collapsed after it was done and with a smile he died.

And Dean cried.

And Sam walked away without looking back.

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There is no such thing as a perfect world.