A/N: Hi everyone! I'm glad you're enjoying all of these stories so much-- I'm enjoying writing them, and trust me when I say I have a lot left to post, so get comfy! Ok, so this one shot is actually one that I'd post before under here, and deleted, so some of you may recognize it. It's a rather short story-- almost a drabble as it's only around 600 words, but it's still an entertaining read. Enjoy, and keep reviewing!
Title: Mary
Genre: Kindda sad...though will make you smile.
Summary: Dean is still very young, and Sam an enfant as the brother's find out that they are never really alone.
"Dean, watch Sammy-- he's going to fall," Mary cautioned.
"I know," Dean lifted up Sam, "Boy, you're heavy."
"Dean," Mary laughed, "Don't drop him."
"I won't, I won't," Dean huffed, carefully carrying the one and a half year old down the steps, "Daddy said he'd be back soon, but Sammy wanted to play in the grass."
"Well Daddy also said to stay in the house," Mary's tone was serious, though she knew it did nothing, "He doesn't like you boys playing outside while he's out."
"Nothin's gonna happen Mommy," Dean grinned a five years olds grin, "I'm almost six-- I can watch Sammy."
Mary sat on the step and watched as Dean placed Sam on the ground. Her youngest boy had only learned to walk in the last few months and unsteadily attempted to run towards the sandbox which sat in the backyard. Dean was bent down trying feebly to tie up his shoelace, and so didn't see as Sam began to stumble.
"Watch!" Mary cried leaping to her feet and grabbing Sam just before hitting face first into the wooden frame of the sandbox, "See Dean-- this is why your father told you to keep Sammy inside."
"Sorry," Dean flushed pink, "But I don't know why Daddy has to leave so much-- if he stayed, it wouldn't be so bad stay'n inside."
"I know Sweetie, but Daddy has to go out sometimes to do important grownup things," Mary attempted to explain, placing Sam back on the ground in the sandbox, "Pastor Jim always comes if he's going to be longer than a few minutes so you can play. And he's always fun."
"I know," Dean sighed, "But Sammy doesn't like him. He never changes Sammy's diaper good."
Mary laughed, "Come on. Let's go inside. If you're good maybe you can have some ice cream when Daddy comes homes."
Dean's eyes lit up before panic washed over, "But Daddy will be mad if he knew I took Sammy outside!"
"Don't worry," Mary decided to carry Sam into the house in fear of the condition he might end up in if Dean tried.
Dean stared up earnestly at his Mom, "You won't say anything to Daddy?"
"Not a word," Mary promised, "It will be our little secret. Sammy might say something though."
Dean giggled as they walked up the steps, "Silly Mommy… Sammy can't talk."
"He's working on it," Mary smiled as the three entered the house, "Right Sammy?"
"Mamamamama," Sam gurgled with a goofy smile.
"That doesn't count," Dean stated.
"Sure it does," Mary continued as she placed Sam in the playpen, "Sammy, can you say Daddy?"
"Dadda," Sam smiled proudly.
"How 'bout Dean?" Dean questioned, peeking over and looking down at his baby brother.
Sam giggled in response, and Dean frowned.
"You were his first word Dean," Mary informed him, "When Sammy was five months old, we placed him in your lap, and as sure as the sky is blue, he spoke 'Dean'."
Dean smiled proudly, "Why not now?"
"He's just playing with you," Mary cooed into the playpen, "Aren't you Love?"
Sam gave a large yawn in response. Both Mary and Dean watched for a few minutes as Sam sat down and began to play with a stuffed bear.
"Mommy…" Dean's voice was soft.
"Yes?" Mary smiled down at Dean, who continued to look at Sam.
"Why can't you stay here when Daddy comes home?" Dean voiced his question, "I want you to stay. I miss you."
"Oh baby, I miss you too," Mary spoke just as softly as she crouched down to Dean's eye level, "But it's just the way things are. Do you remember what I told you every night when you went to sleep?"
Dean sniffled back a tear and nodded, "Yeah."
"What?" Mary smiled.
Dean looked at his Mom and gave a small smile, "That Angels are watching over me."
The key could be heard in the lock of the front door as John arrived, and Mary kissed Dean gently before speaking in a fading whisper, "And they always will be."