Kid AU Mary is alive: Written by me~ Tumblr: Iron-Frosted-Fiction

AN: I was literally dying from all of the cute in this chapter. I didn't know that could come out of me. There are currently 25 followers as of the second this chapter is posted XD is this fate?

Dean wrapped his arm around his three-year-old brother and smiled at the snoozing boy. They both sat in the light of a beautifully lit tree. The colours bouncing across their fair skin. blanket wrapped around both of their shoulders kept them warm as they wound down with content hearts. Their day saved as they looked up at the paper angel that sat atop their tree in place of the other that they had destroyed. Dean thought back to that morning and how silly he had acted.

Their father and mother pulled the tree and ornaments out of storage. The boy's eyes lit up and their bodies shook with excitement. Christmas was coming and decorating their tree was their favourite. Dean and Sam looked through the box of ornaments as their parents fluffed the tree. They looked at their distorted reflections in the shining coloured globes, their hearts aflutter with elation. Soft Christmas music played in the background as the sweatered family went to work stringing up the lights and tinsel.

Dean and Sam waited patiently to start putting up the ornaments on the bottom half of the tree that they could reach. When the lights flicked on and their father gave them the thumbs up the boys took a colouful ball in each hand and began to cover every branch with ornaments. Their parents watched with a quiet laugh and decorated the top half of the tree. The boys were ecstatic as they wove around each other and danced around to each side of the tree.

Soon they stepped back to an empty box and looked up to admire their hard work. The tree looked fantastic and colorful, it was the pride and joy of the three and seven-year-old. Their father reached into the final box and pulled out the tree topper they had used every year that Dean could remember. She wore a white gown and crimson robes. He dark hair cascaded in curls, her eyes a bright blue, and her lips ruby red. Wings as white and pure as the snow curved gently around her, and a gold halo suspended above her. John handed the angel to Dean. The boy had always helped put on the topper. He smiled at the beautiful statue before hands wrapped around her to snatch it away from him.

"I wanna help put the angel up this year!" Sam said as he held the angel close.

Dean grabbed the topper and pulled back but Sam refused to let go. "No Sammy, it is my job to help put the angel up. You can do it when you are older!"

"No you always do it Dean," Sam countered.

"Boys stop fighting," John reprimanded, though it was too late.

The tug of war ended with the angel dropping onto their hardwood flooring. Her arms broke off from her body and her face shattered. Everyone's eyes grew wide as they looked down to the shambles of the once beautiful angel. Tears welled up in the you boys' eyes. They both looked over to their parents apologetically.

"I'm sorry," Dean choked out.

Sam pushed his brother and sat on the ground, tears rolling down his face. "We ruined Christmas."

"No, no, it's okay honey," Mary cooed as she scooped Sam into her arms. "We'll just use the star topper we have just in case and we'll send this over to Bobby to fix. He is wonderful at fixing things like this. We'll have the angel back just in time for Christmas."

Sam sobbed into his mother's shoulder, "b-but we broke the angel, and we have to have an angel topper."

"Shh, it's okay Sammy. Why don't we go read some stories and take a nap, you dad and Bobby will fix this."

Mary looked over at John and Dean with a small smile before leaving to Sam's room. John walked over to Dean and set his hand on the boy's shoulder softly. Dean wiped tears from his face and looked up at his dad.

"Come on, let's take this over to Bobby, he can fix this in no time."

John began to pick up the pieces of the angel and Dean helped. they put the pieces into her box and marched out to the Impala. Dean breathed on the passenger window and continuously drew and angel into the fog. Guilt hung over him on the ride to Bobby's. Instead of the normal rock music, Christmas tunes played on the Impala radio. They pulled into Bobby's driveway and he greeted them with his usual cheer.

"Hey Bobby, I have something for you to fix," John said with a smile.

"Is that car of yours giving you trouble again?" Bobby, punched John's arm playfully.

"Actually, it is something a bit more delicate. The boys broke our angel tree topper, and I was hoping you could put her back together."

Bobby glance down to the box Dean held and gestured for them to follow him into the house, "bring her in."

They set the box atop one of the many books that littered Bobby's living room. He pulled out the pieces to asses the damage and gave them a grim look.

"I may not be able to finish before Christmas. I'm going to craft an entire new face," Bobby said.

"But we have to have an angel on the tree," Dean's face fell as he spoke.

"I'll try the best I can kid," Bobby ruffled his hair and gave Dean a soft smile.

Dean nodded and he and his father said their goodbyes and made their way home. Dean again drew angels into the glass of the window. As they turned onto their road Dean's face lit up as an idea struck him. When they pulled into the driveway he leapt out of the Impala and scurried up the icy path into the house. He burst into his room and pulled out his colouring crayons and a piece of paper and went to work.

When John made his way up to Dean's room to investigate what had made the boy so excited he found Dean gluing a paper band onto the back of a crudely drawn, paper replica of their angel. A soft chuckle escaped him at his son's piece of art. Dean looked up surprised then smiled and held the angel out to his father.

"Now we can have an angel on the tree," Dean said. "Let's go get Sammy and mom so Sammy can put the angel on the tree."

"Alright," John chuckled.

The two walked over to Sam's room and knocked on the door gently. The two occupants were still awake and reading Christmas stories. They both looked up curiously and John held up Dean's angel. Sam jumped up from the bed excitedly and ran to his brother and dad. Mary smiled as the slid to her feet and followed the other's down the stairs. John lifted Sam and handed him the angel when they reached the living room. Sam gently place the ring on the back of the angel onto the top branch and the angel sat perfectly.

"I think this is the best our Christmas tree has ever looked," Mary commented as John set Sam onto the floor.

"It's beautiful," Sammy said hugging his brother. "Thank you Dean."

Dean smiled and hugged his brother back, "Merry Christmas Sammy."

"Merry Christmas, Dean."