(Hello. If you have been following any of my other stories you will know that I have finally gotten a new computer so I'll be able to update more often and all that jazz.
Anywho, here's another chapter for Misheard.
I hope you like it.
Thank you to Guest and LilyBolt for your reviews on chapter 3.
All spelling mistakes are mine.
I don't own Supernatural or Carry on wayward son.)
Five year old Dean woke up as thunder rumbled through the sky and lightning zig zagged, lighting up the cheap motel room his dad had rented for the night. Then in an instant the room went back to black. There was not a sound aside from his one year old brother Sam whimpering from the playpen his dad had picked up , rain tapping gently on the window and thunder crashing around them.
"Daddy?" Dean called out softly hoping John was awake, but John was fast asleep completely out after getting back late from a hunt. Dean bit his lip trying not to cry.
"I wish mommy was here." He thought as thunder came again and Dean looked over at the place he knew the playpen was at as Sam's whimpering grew louder.
"Shh, it's ok Sammy." Dean said getting down off the bed and carefully making his way over to his brother "See, nothing to be afraid of." He climbed up and gently went over the other side of the playpen and cradled his brother in his arms, just like his mom taught him to do when she had come home from the baby place with him. He felt around and found Sam's blanket and wrapped Sam up so he'd be warm. Thunder and lightning collided lighting up the room once again making Sam wail in fright. John, unfortunately, didn't hear so it was up to Dean to try to comfort Sam.
"Shhh Sam. It's ok. I'm here." Dean whispered trying to find Sam's bottle. He located it on the side closest to the window. He shook it to see if he could hear anything in it and Sam was starting to cry again.
"Sammy, please don't cry." Dean said sniffling trying not to cry himself. He took his brother tried to rock him like Mary did but Sam continued to cry.
"What else did mommy do when Sammy couldn't sleep?" Dean wondered then he remembered. She use to sing to him she use to sing to both of them so closing his eyes Dean tried to remember a song that his mother would sing.
"I'll try the na na na song." Dean decided and started singing.
"Na na na na na na na na na hey dude." Dean sang softly that got Sam to quiet down some, but after singing Na na na a few times Dean was getting bored so he switched to a different song, a song that Mary sang some times.
"Carry on the mail my son
There'll be peas when you are done
Lay your leery head to rest
Don't you cry no more." Dean sang softly as Sam's eyes slowly flickered close and slowly Dean's own eyes started to shut lulled to sleep by the far off rumble of thunder and the gentle pattering of rain on the window.