*Found this on an old laptop, decided to post it for fun*
A/N: Hey, so this tiny ficlet is based on this lullaby cover of Kansas' famous song "Carry On Wayward Son."
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I certainly recommend listening to the song while reading this fic. I just got the idea for the story while listening to it, and I hope you guys enjoy it.
She sat on the couch for a few moments and simply breathed. Finally, the kids were safely tucked away in bed; she could take a couple of moments to gather herself. John was working late again—it seemed like he was always working nowadays.
She could hear the heavy rain on the window and allowed its tempo to lull her, soothe her from the hectic day. Taking care of two children, boys no less, meant she was run ragged, but at the same time, she wouldn't trade the craziness for anything else in the world.
A roar of thunder sounded in the distance, across the Kansas sky, and she sighed. She thought about turning on the radio to see if any weather warnings were issued, but that would require movement, and she didn't really want to move again.
The stairs creaked under a tiny footfall, and she could feel someone looking out at her from the stairs. "Mommy?" asked a tiny voice.
"Yes, Dean?" Mary asked, turning her head to see her four-year-old son standing at the bottom of the stairs, brown hair tousled from restlessness and a teddy bear held protectively in his hands.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?"
Dean nibbled on his bottom lip for a moment before speaking. "I think Sammy's got scared of the thunder," he said.
Mary listened. "I don't hear him crying," she said.
"He didn't want to bother you, but I know the thunder is scaring 'im," Dean said with conviction.
Mary sighed a little but put on a tired smile. She got up and took his hand so they could both go check on his baby brother, not even six months old yet. They tip-toed into baby Sam's room and, to Mary's surprise, Sam was awake. His hazel eyes were wide but he seemed calm, even as another roar of thunder cracked on the edge of the horizon. Dean, on the other hand, shuddered slightly at the noise.
"Sammy looks okay, Dean," Mary said to soothe him, but Dean peeked through the crib bars at his brother and didn't seem so convinced. "Are you sure it wasn't you who was afraid of the thunder?"
"I'm not scared of anything!" Dean said, puffing out his thin little chest with bravado. Mary smiled.
"It's okay to be scared sometimes, Dean," Mary said. "Just remember that as long as you and Sammy have each other, nothing bad will happen."
"And you," Dean added.
"Of course, baby. I'm not going anywhere for a while."
He scrambled up and over the edge of the crib and gently plopped himself down next to his bundled-up baby brother. He took his teddy bear and set it, so it watched over Sam protectively.
"I bet a song would help make him sleepy," Dean suggested innocently.
Mary sighed. She wasn't a good singer, and she only knew one song, and she didn't really feel like singing. "Hey Jude?" she asked.
"Kansas!" Dean answered happily. John had introduced his toddler to the wonderful world of classic rock music as he drove the family on errands in the Impala.
Dean looked at her with such adoration that she realized it didn't matter to him whether she had the voice of an angel or a broken garbage disposal. He loved it whenever she sang or hummed.
She cleared her throat and listened to the rain and thunder for a moment. "Carry on my wayward so~ns. There'll be peace when you are do~ne…."
She reminded herself to keep the words low and gentle, the tempo supported by the beating rain and occasional thunder as the storm moved off to the west. Eventually, she dropped off the last letter of the song and saw Dean and Sam were sleeping peacefully next to each other in the crib; Dean curled protectively around his brother.
"Goodnight, boys. Mommy loves you very much," she whispered as she planted a chaste kiss on their foreheads. She crept out of the room and smiled.
Maybe she could have a normal life after all. No monsters or ghosts, just her and her boys.