Title: the best laid plans
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU; pre-series; spoilers for everything aired
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Sam/Dean, the YED bled into Dean's mouth not Sam's
He swings by four years early. His little spitfire is just too tantalizing to stay away from.
She has a kid already. He slips into the room while she's putting the baby down for the night, listens to her hum a lullaby, watches her kiss the baby's forehead. Soldier-boy is sacked out in bed and pretty Mary goes that way.
The kid's a boy. He has Mary's eyes.
He's the hunter from the future, who said he'd kill Azazel someday.
Azazel could snap his neck. Roast him, right here, right now.
Or...
Oh, yes, Azazel cackles.
Mary wasn't supposed to have a kid yet, and no way one of his own could kill him.
Ten drops, one for each year of the deal. The kid smacks his lips and babbles something, blinking those beautiful eyes.
Azazel laughs again and leaves as silently as he came.
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(Mary Winchester dies on fire, bleeding down on her second son.
A year after Sam leaves for Stanford, Dean vanishes. John panics and hurries to California, making sure Sam's safe.
Together, they find Dean in a ghost town, the last freak standing.
Azazel dies six years early, and his whole plan falls apart at the seams.)