Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural *sniffle*
Warnings: Adorable-ness, some swearing.
AN – I would like to thank cold kagome, zero25, Kate McT, ArmedWithMyComputer, elleran1969, and the-ice-cold-alchemist for reviewing my last chapter! *gives out more virtual cookies*
I would like to thank you also for great feedback and excellent story ideas! You guys inspire me!
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2010
Castiel lunged forward but he was too late. Sam and Dean had already disappeared.
He whipped around to glare at Gabriel. "What have you done with them?"
Gabriel didn't seem intimidated. "Relax Brother. I didn't harm your precious little pets, they're in safe hands as I'm sure you know."
"This won't end well," Castiel warned, looking very grave. His voice held an edge to it, and it was slightly higher than normal, as though he were putting all of his energy into that simple sentence. "This could determine the fate of the whole world! I'm going to get them back."
Gabriel's eyebrows shot up. "Castiel, do you honestly think I simply sent them back in time?"
Castiel's eyes narrowed as he stared at Gabriel. "What do you mean?" he asked slowly.
"They aren't in our world anymore," Gabriel whispered, leaning forward as though giving Castiel a conspiracy theory, "they're long gone. In a better place, as you might say." He leaned back with a smug smile on his face, grabbed the apple he had been eating, and took a large bite.
Castiel could do nothing more than stare, horrified and wondering what had become of his only friends.
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1985
When John woke up he noticed something strange. He couldn't quite place it, his mind was still fuzzy from the 'nap' he had taken with Mary. He looked for her, but she wasn't anywhere to be found. What he did see, however, was a tow-headed boy snuggled up next to him, apparently in a deep sleep. Blinking bleariness out of his eyes, John gave a small smile and gently smoothed the little boy's hair back. Dean mumbled something in his sleep but didn't wake up.
There was a noise and John looked up to see Mary standing in the doorway. "John?" she asked in confusion, then looked at Dean. "What's he doing here?"
John shrugged, uncertain himself. "I'm not sure, I woke up and he was just…sleeping here."
"Hm," Mary walked in and sat on the bed, looking down at Dean with such love in her eyes John felt as though he were invading on a private moment.
"Should we put him back in his room?" John asked her, and Mary's eyebrows knit together, as though she were having a mental debate.
"No, I don't think so…" she said after a while. "He never sleeps with us unless he had a nightmare, and he started to grow out of them. I think we should just let him stay here."
John shrugged and put his head back on the pillow. "At least he's not in Sammy's crib. Where is Sammy anyway?" he asked, suddenly concerned. He still wasn't sure how Sammy had gotten out of his crib the other night, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"He was asleep in his crib last time I saw him."
"How long ago was that?"
"Um, about a minute I guess. Why?" Mary asked curiously, looking confused at John's persistency.
"Nothing," John mumbled. "Just wondering."
Mary didn't say anything else as she too lay down next to Dean. Dean was still sound asleep, nestled safely in between the two proud parents.
"John?"
"Mm?"
"Do you think something's wrong?" Mary asked, and John rose an eyebrow. "Sorry?" he asked.
"With the boys, they've been acting weird. I've never seen Sammy so chatty before, and Dean's been rather clingy. He kept bombarding me with questions this morning."
"Really? About what?"
"About Sammy, mostly. It was more like an interrogation," she said, and John chuckled.
"It isn't funny!" Mary exclaimed, but she was fighting a smile. "Stop laughing!"
John just shook his head, a brilliant smile still plastered on his face. "I'm sorry, it's just this mental image I got in my head of Dean interrogating somebody."
Mary chuckled, "Yeah, that is pretty crazy isn't it?"
"Completely," John agreed.
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When Sam woke up he felt an uncomfortable wetness down in his pull-ups. Oh no, he thought, his heart sinking. Please tell me I didn't wet myself.
One glance down in 'that area' told him, yeah, he did. He squirmed uneasily, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable wetness in his pull-ups. If anything, it only seemed to make the situation worse, and he felt his bottom lip starting to tremble. Am I seriously going to cry? His mind screamed at him, but his body seemed to have a will of its own. With no warning at all, loud wailings filled the room as Sam cried his heart out. I'm so going to KILL Gabriel! He thought furiously, even as loud sobs rang about the small room.
It only took a moment before the door opened, and Sam only caught a sight of curly blonde hair before somebody was lifting him out of the crib and the smell of mint and perfume overtook his body. He automatically felt relaxed as his mother held him in her arms, and his tears started to subside. He stared at her features, trying to memorize them even as she started patting his bottom to feel for wetness.
She sighed, which told Sam she had, indeed, discovered Sam's accident, but then she shook her head and kissed Sam's cheek. "Mom's going to make everything alright," she whispered in his ear. "Just let me get this set up."
Supporting Sam with one arm, she tucked him on her hip and brought him over to what looked like a cabinet of sorts. Sam realized what it was with a sinking feeling, and before he could protest Mary had already placed him down on the mat and started unbuttoning his onsie. He tried to knock her hand out of the way but she only pushed his small hand gently away and continued with her work.
Sam had to admit she could be pretty sedulous when she had her mind set on something. She seemed to work vigorously and quickly, and before Sam knew it she had already gotten rid of the uncomfortable sensation. She lifted up both of his legs with one hand and he wondered what she was doing when he saw she had grabbed a white powder and was sprinkling it on his behind. Surprisingly, it actually felt good. It seemed to stop all too soon when Mary put it down and grabbed another onsie for Sam to put on.
"It's okay, baby," she murmured as she buttoned up the yellow onsie. "It's okay, Sammy."
Sam just let out something that could be described as a gurgle, making him internally cringe. He sounded pathetic! He wondered what Lucifer would think if he saw him now.
Probably that I'm not the best choice as a vessel. Was Sam's first though, and he was amazed to discover the thought actually comforted him. In fact, he was feeling extremely comforted.
So comforted he could fall asleep. What was that gentle tune playing through his head? His thoughts were becoming too jumbled for him to think properly. He was definitely comfortable now, wrapped up in his mother's arms as she –
Oh.
Sam only had one more coherent thought before he fell asleep – his mother had been singing him a lullaby. Sam had never heard her sing before…it was beautiful.
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This one wasn't as hard to write, and in my opinion it was rather cute, but who cares about mine? I want to hear about yours! Sound off to me and let me know how I'm doing so far, and what I should change (if I even need to change anything at all!)
I'm pretty sure I have a long-term plot going on, but I'm not quite sure about the details that can lead up to it. Obviously you all know where I'm going with this whole plot (it's in the summary) so I don't need to tell you that.
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