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Another wee update for you all. Just gotta mention how much I LOVE the new series! I think Castiel is gonna be getting his butt kicked soon!
Chapter 5
"John, get your arse up off that chair and help us with these groceries," Mary
called to her husband as she and Dean came in to the house. She had her hands
full and tottered from side to side as she struggled with the weight of it. Dean
trotted at her heels, carrying his own bag. She closed the front door quietly and
the duo made for the kitchen.
"Coming," John said, appearing quickly and taking the heaviest bag from his wife.
"Sammy still sleeping?" she asked
"Like a baby," John smiled at his little joke. Dean caught his mother's eyes and
rolled his. At this, Mary burst out laughing. John, missing this, smiled thinking
that she was laughing at his joke.
Between the two of them they managed to get the groceries put away quickly.
And in no time, John had a steaming cup of tea in front of Mary. "Got you well
trained," Mary had smiled.
"I know how to take my orders," John said with a mock salute, "Like a good
soldier."
"Some soldier you are," Mary said with a smile, "Don't think I don't notice that
you're always "busy" every time I have to go to the store."
John threw a dark look at the little Dean who was disappearing out the kitchen door. Mary took a large gulp of her tea, enjoying the feeling of the
burning liquid in her throat. It was a cold October day and she was glad to be in the warm of her own home.
"What was that look for? You are aware he is a toddler? Not a little Damien"
"Do you not remember the last time I went to the store with you two?" John said mildly. Mary shook her head.
"And I wouldn't let the little… monkey get a multi pack bag of chips. That bag of chips that, need I remind you, was bigger than him at that point."
Mary let out a cackle of laughter, as she remembered, but quickly stifled the noise. She stuffed her hands in front of her mouth and chuckled. Her eyes streamed and she could not talk.
"It wasn't funny," John said resolutely, "I still don't know who he managed to get that stuff into my pockets."
"Don't be such a spoil sport." Mary managed to say after a second.
"You're not the one who was banned from the shop for a month."
"God, he's hilarious."
"Glad I'm so funny," John smiled and stood up. "Drink up your tea. Sammy's due to wake soon. And the little hell raiser has been quiet for a while."
"Are you sure you can manage him," Mary whispered as John went out of the kitchen, "Or do you want me to give you a hand with the little demon we are raising?"
"Ha ha ha"
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"…And do you know what mommy says," Dean said to the baby Sam. He was wide-awake in his stroller, sitting quietly and watching his big brother. His
eyes were bright and fixed on Dean, who had dragged a footstool from the other side of the room and was standing on that as he was not yet big
enough to see over the top to him. John stood in the doorway, taking in the sight with a small smile.
"Mommy says that angels watch us when we sleep. But I do one better. Sammy angels may watch ober me and but I'm going to watch over you. I've d
one it for ages now. I got mommy to get you the special kind of milk that is food as well."
John smiled and felt Mary slip her hand into his. They both listened as little Dean continued in earnest.
"I take care of you. I always take care of you."
John was thrown from his thoughts by the shrill ring of his phone. He had flopped down on the bottom stair of his old house when his frantic search had
produced nothing conclusive. He grabbed at the phone hungrily, pressing the button and asking,
"Hello? Dean Sam? Boys?"
Silence.Save for the thudding of his heart in his ears.
"Dad…"
TBC