In the many years since he had become a Reaper, Tom hadn't met much of anyone. Not like it was in the job requirement, he took them off into a white light off they went and he never saw them again. Course he never got to go in the white light either, he was just a Reaper and they weren't allowed.
"And the Dragon, the frog and the Wizard lived in peace." A little voice echoes in the silent room of the Intensive Care Unit.
Tom turned to find a blonde haired little girl Standing on a chair dramatically waving her arms but her body lay in the bed a few feet away, and against his own will the memories of his own blonde haired little girl came flashing back. Her sweet smile, her laugh.
"Who are you mister?" she asks upon noticing his appearance.
Tom closed his eyes, he wasn't suppose to come early it wasn't any of their times. Not right. The rules were simple clear and consist take those listed, appear right on the dot not a second early nor a second late.
"Tom." He answered after a minute.
"My name is Noah-Grace. But nobody ever calls me that except Uncle Pastor Jim who doesn't believe in nicknames. He's a weird old guy," She replied, talking as if the pair had been friends for a long time she hooped off her stool, "my little brother sometimes calls me No-No. And one of my big ones calls me No. But I'm called Noah by my daddy and biggest brother."
Tom chuckled, child humor oh how much he had missed the days with his little girl, telling him little jokes only children knew, "Noah is a very pretty name."
"It's a boys name, while sometimes," Noah says, ". His little brother's name was Noah when they were in the war Noah died, I was born a couple of years later on the same day. Daddy said he and my mommy named me Noah so on that day Daddy wouldn't be sad because he'd be thinking of me rather than his brother."
"What about the name Grace? Where does that come from?" Tom couldn't hid his own curiosity.
Noah frowned for a minute, "I think Daddy's Mommy was named Grace. But I don't remember her, or my mommy."
She looked down sadly, her shoulders slouched a bit on the word Mommy. Tom couldn't help the pit growing in his stomach, the worst thing he could think of was a child growing up without on of his parents. Just like his daughter Kirstie who grew up without him, just like Noah was without her mother.
"I'm sorry about your Mommy Noah."
Noah smiled sadly, "it's okay."
She plopped onto her chair.
"Who were you telling the story too?" asks Tom, "the one with the dragon, frog and wizard?"
Noah pointed to a little curly haired brown boy sitting just outside of the glass, sitting an older boy. The one next to the curly brown haired one was blonde, freckled and light eyed.
"That's my little brother Sammy. He's my best friend, I tell him all these stories and he seems sad so I started to act one out. But he doesn't seem to notice it," Noah explain, "oh and that's my brother Dean. He's ten. He likes to tease us, Daddy says that's a boy thing so it's normal."
SPNSPN-Pastor Jim's A Few Hours Away
It took Matt five minutes to realize he was reading the same sentence over and over again, Latin made his eyes tear. He rested his head on his hand and yawned. Lore was something John insisted on stating that one shouldn't go in half-cocked unless sure what it is.
"You should go to sleep." John tells him.
Matt shook his head, "Noah needs us."
Jon stared long and hard at his oldest. The Winchester family was well-known for its stubbornness, something that Matt and Sammy had inherited most definitely along with the Winchester dark looks. It was nowadays that John Winchester began to debate in his mind who was more stubborn him or Matt.
"You haven't slept at all Matt. Look we're going out tonight to go find this son of a bitch okay? You've got to watch my back Matt, you're no good to me dead on your feet and especially no good to your little sister."
Normally this would have turned to an argument between the pair but rather Matt couldn't find the energy. Fighting with a Winchester took a lot of energy.
"And Matt?" John called out.
"Yeah Dad?"
"Get a good night's sleep. I want this son of the bitch to regret the day it decided to go after Noah."
"Don't worry Dad. It will. And every monster after it, no one messes with the Winchesters and gets away with it."
John gave him a prideful smile which as good as I love you.
A/N: Hope you like Tom! And in J.W.'s journal it states that he wants to teach his kids that no monster can kill their mother and get away with it. I think Matt reflects that a lot. In my mind Matt and Sammy are the most like John, Matt's stubborn, serious and Sam's stubborn, serious, curious and eventually smart. While Noah is kind, imaginative and creative and Dean's a wise ass, caring and a good mechanic.
Matt and Sammy tend to lean towards their father in both their appearances and personality, while Noah and Dean tend to lean towards their mother in those aspects. Am I boring you? Sorry. Have a nice night and SPN is back on tomorrow woot!