Frère Jacques, Dormez Vous: Brother John, Are You Sleeping?

John Winchester does not sleep at night anymore. "Daddy, I think there's a monster in my closet…" No, he doesn't sleep at night anymore. :Set after mother's death:

A/N: Thank you to the following reviewers!

klutzy-kay: So you like the title? I'd have to agree with you there, I was laughing my head off when it was saying: "Are you sleeping, brother John?" because I was searching for the right title for this story and was surprised to find my French teacher knew one. Yeah, I think the bacteria part was cute also! Yeah, I have trouble remembering the mother's eyes. I keep thinking that they're brown but I keep remembering she has blonde hair and so I start to think her eyes are blue...ah well, thank you anyways.

Ghostwriter: Thank you and I keep thinking she has brown eyes too. Huh? The flip side? Well, you're going to have to tell me what that means. Yes, my life is so sad that I can't bother to figure out what your saying means. :Laughs:

: You reckon it's creepy? Well, I'm trying to make that effect because the second genre is Horror so I hope I can do it... :sweat-drops: Hmm, you reckon blue eyes too? I couldn't be sure either. Thank you for your review!

Atemu's Lover: Hey, what's up? It's good to see a familiar name here! Heheh...so if she was a blonde, she has to be blue-eyed? I'm not so sure about that... :laughs: Thank you, and I'll er...try to make the chapters longer...I hope they do gradually become longer... :sweat-drops:

aniki19: Yeah, I totally agree! A cute vulnerable Dean is schweet! Though I heard on one of the episodes that he was a "goofy looking" kid. :Laughs: I died laughing when I heard that! Yeah, he was definitely cute...as all kids should be. They shouldn't be spoiled brats or that would ruin the effect of it all! Thanks for your review!

ashlyns: Thank you, I enjoyed the animal on the finger part too and of course thinking that blasting it off would be better. :Laughs: Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Saynt Jimmy: Heheh, lucky it's not a one-shot, eh:Sweat-drops: Anyways, there could be and there might not be. Thank you for your review.

:Falls on head: THANK YOU KIND REVIEWERS! I have concluded that Mary had blue eyes. My intuition is telling me so. :Laughs: Now, enjoy chapter two!

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Chapter Two: "It's me, Mary, remember baby?"

I dashed out of the room as fast as I can, almost stumbling down the stairs in my hurry. "Dean! DEAN!" I shouted out as soon as I reached the bottom, slightly out of breath. Fear and horror gripped at my heart as I stepped forwards into the living room. But all this vanished as soon as I found Dean, still sucking his thumb and watching a blank TV screen. Sighing in relief, I took a small step forward. "Dean, you scared me! What were you-"

Dean turned slightly to me, his face hidden in the darkness and he raised his finger to his lips and made an echoing "shush" sound. The fine hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. That's when I noticed the flickering light-bulb and the computer that I had left on, it's light flickering in the same rhythm as the light-bulb. Something was not right.

"D-Dean?" I stammered. There was no reply for Dean continued to stare at the blank screen. Something definitely wasn't right.

Then, I heard faint footsteps from upstairs. "Daddy...daddy?" Dean's familiar voice called out in the background as I watched the Dean in front of me slowly turn to me. For the second time in the night, my blood ran cold. I tried to tighten my grip on my gun when I realised that I no longer held it. I glanced around myself quickly, sweat trickling down the back of my neck when I realised that I must have put the gun back down in Sam's crib.

There was a lump in my throat when the Dean in front of me was finally facing me, his face half covered in the darkness and his other side occasionally seen in the flickering light. I could scarcely speak my next words, my voice scratchy as I forced it out. "Your kind hurt Mary, but I won't let you hurt Sammy or Dean." I said, my voice not as brave as I wanted it to be. I swallowed thickly as 'Dean' rose to his feet, a smile on his face. Although he was not even half my size, I could feel the demonic energy radiating off of him. I tried hard not to flinch as he stepped towards me, face deforming slowly, body growing at the same time. His features seemed like wax and I could feel the dinner in my stomach jump up violently to my throat, giving me the strange urge to turn away and vomit.

But I could not tear my eyes away as the waxy skin moulded itself into a familiar figure. She was stepping towards me, that familiar smile on her face and her blue eyes glittering. "But it is me John, it's me Mary, remember baby?" she asked as she came to a stop in front of me.

My whole body was trembling and my palms were sweating as I stared at my wife. I could not believe my eyes. Was it really Mary standing in front of me? Was she really alive? A part of me told me that it was all a lie, but the part of me that had not been driven insane the past week wanted to believe this and that side was slowly taking over me. Mary...she was really in front of me. She had come to help me gain back my sanity and care for her two boys.

"Remember when I gave birth to Sam, John? He was such trouble. Such complications...they never thought I would make it. The doctors said I was doomed after they cut me open. I was bleeding heavily, it felt like I really might not make it. But you believed that I would live John. You, standing by my bedside with Dean. I still got the scars and Dean was all wide-eyed when he saw it. Remember that honey? Remember?" Mary asked, laughing joyously.

I could feel tears begin to well up in my eyes. "Yeah, I remember Mary..." I whispered. I was not focusing well, I admit. My eyes were blurring as Mary continued to smile at me. Suddenly I heard it. Something whistle just past my ear.

Suddenly there was a scream of agony that erupted from Mary and she doubled over. Suddenly, there was another gun shot, followed by another and another. The gun continued to fire and my bliss vaporised and I saw this shape-shifter for what it was. I spun around and found Dean, repeatedly pulling the trigger, tears streaming down his young face. Then I watched speechlessly as 'Mary' slumped to the floor, dead. Shock stunned me and for a while I could not find any words.

So I turned to Dean, who was still crying, no more bullets remaining in the gun. He gulped continuously, staring at 'Mary's' dead body on the floor. I walked towards him, bending over and gently wiping the tears off of his face. "Shhh...you did the right thing Dean...it's ok son..." I hushed.

Dean sobbed harder, gasping for air. "I'm s-s-sorry! I-I'm s-sorry daddy! B-but I-I knew it w-wasn't mummy, d-daddy! I kn-knew it w-w-wasn't!" he cried, allowing the gun to drop to the floor.

"How?" I asked softly, cupping his face in my hands as I looked down at him.

"M-mummy always c-c-called my br-br-brother, 'Sammy'," Dean answered, gasping for more air, "and th-that th-thing called S-Sammy, S-S-Sam."

My voice came out as a choked laugh. That was twice in one day, Dean had managed to make me laugh. "True. True Dean, very true." I whispered, rubbing his head and then kissing the top of it.

Then, as if it had suddenly occured to him, Dean pulled away from me and made a mad dash up the stairs to his room.

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That's another chapter down...I'll try to update quicker next time...