A/N: I figured an origin for why Dean talked to Sammy in the womb seemed appropriate. I wrote this after wisdom teeth surgery, but during the "fun" drugs. During that I decided to explain seasons 7-9 of Supernatural to my mom. The highlights include:
-Cas's stomach is full of Leviathan
- Crowley is a douche bag (and so is Metatron)
-Namoi is a bitch
-Cas needs Dean 'cus Dean needs Cas and he lifted him from perdition
-Kevin is the prophet and that's racist
-Cas pulled the angel tablet out of chest all AAAAAHH like
-And CHARLIE! You can't forget about CHARLIE!
My mom was so confused she thought I was saying "Cats" instead of "Cas" and she honestly hasn't watched Supernatural. Clearly Supernatural doesn't make any more since trying to explain through gauze.
Hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: KRIPKE!
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Dean stared out in front of himself and watched as Mary walked by the TV, upside down. "Dean, all the blood is going to rush to your head if you sit like that on the couch. Why don't you sit up sweetie?"
Dean frowned. "But everyfing looks cool like this."
"But it's not good for you. Why don't you come help me fold towels," suggested Mary.
Dean flipped himself around and sat up; the sudden change in position had the blood rushing to his head. He raised his hands up to his head to steady his dizziness before crawling off the couch and following Mary to her and John's bedroom. She sat the laundry basket on the bed and Dean climbed up on the bed and sat next to it. He pulled a towel out of the basket and handed it to Mary so she could begin to fold it. "Mommy, why did you hafta go to the hospital again?"
Mary sat the neatly folded towel down and he handed her another. "Because of the baby."
"Oh," Dean said as if the answer still confused him. "Why?"
"They have to make sure the baby is doing alright and that the baby is healthy and happy," she explained as she laid more folded towels on the bed as Dean kept handing them to her. "I'll have to go often so they can keep track. Don't worry about it sweetie; it means I'm doing fine and so is the baby."
"Ohhh," his face scowled up in deep thought. "So how did the baby get in there?"
Mary paused as she folded a wash cloth and thought about what kind of answer she should give to this inevitable question. "The angels gave me the baby."
Dean tilted his head to the side. "Why?"
She scooted some towels over and sat down on the bed so she was eye level with Dean. She hugged him close and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, you know how we pray to the angels every night to watch over us."
"Yeah."
"Well, one day your daddy and I prayed for a baby because we loved you so much and we wanted you to have a younger sibling."
"Oh...so if I prayed I'd have a baby too?"
Mary laughed. "No sweetie. Only parents can have babies. Little boys can't."
Dean picked up another towel. "Do the angels answer all prayers?"
"They answer them when they believe they need to be. Not every prayer needs to be answered." Mary took the towel from Dean and began to fold it. "The angels do a good job at that."
He looked up at Mary. "Do you think the angels would let me talk to the baby?"
"Why would you want to sweetheart?"
"Cause doesn't the baby need to know about us? So thats it won't be scared when it meets us. There's lots of things the baby needs ta know."
Mary smiled and hugged Dean tighter. "You don't have to ask the angels for that. Why don't you talk to him right now?"
"How," asked Dean in confusion and wonder.
Mary pulled up on her sweater to expose her flat, pale stomach. She gently placed her fingers on both side of her stomach, wedding ring flashing in the light. "Well the baby's right here," she gestured to her abdomen, "so if you get close, kinda like this." She moved Dean so he was closer to her stomach. "Then the baby can hear you, no angel required."
Dean's face lit up and poked Mary's stomach. "Really? The baby will hear me?"
"Yep," Mary said with a smile. "Why don't you try it out?"
He leaned in a bit closer and could smell Mary's perfume clinging to her skin. "Hi there. I'm Dean, your big brother. Did you know that angels put you in Mommy's stomach?" Mary laughed and Dean could feel it vibrate through her body. "I bet that means you've seen angels, huh? I wanna see the angels 'cus Mommy says they helps people."
He sat up straighter and looked up at Mary. "If babies come from angels, why don'ts I 'member them?"
Mary pulled her sweater back down and planted a kiss on Dean's forehead. "Well that was a long time ago and we've made so many memories that the older ones couldn't stay."
"So does that mean the baby won't 'member me talkin' to it?"
"Who knows? Maybe it's different with big brothers." Dean beamed under the new title and Mary ruffled his hair. "C'mon, let's finish the laundry and then if you want you can tell the baby more important things."
"Okay," exclaimed Dean. He handed her a blue towel and she folded it. She noticed that as he handed and she folded that he looked pleased with himself. Mary held a bit of a chuckle under her breath. If he was this excited about being a big brother now it could be even more interesting when the baby actually arrived. Especially depending on what Dean decided was "important" to tell the baby.