Sins of the Father Ch. 1
Nov. 2, 1983
“Kids not so-” the voice of Mary Winchester began. She stopped when she entered her eldest son, Dean’s room. The smallest smile formed on her face when she saw the two of them standing on Dean’s bed. It was obvious the kids had been jumping on the bed just before Mary entered the room. She sighed and walked into the room followed by her husband John. As she neared the kids they both sat down with their feet hanging off the edge of the bed. “No more. It’s time for bed you two.” There was a whine from the two of them that came in perfect unison. Mary smiled and looked at her husband. John simply laughed and sat down on the bed next to him. “You two will have plenty of time to play tomorrow,” Mary said with a smile.
“Just a wittle wonger,” Dean asked. He was still little and had trouble with his ‘l’s.
Mary shook her head. “I’m sorry Dean. It is way passed your bedtime, both of you.”
“Pwease mom,” he pleaded. The two of them put on the best puppy dog faces they could muster and turned to John. “Daddy?”
John laughed and shook his head. “Listen to your mother Dean,” he said with a smile. “You two go in and say good night to Sammy.”
They hopped up and Dean grabbed the redhead’s arm. “Come on Mara,” They raced each other out of the room and down the hall shouting.
“Dean,” Mary called after him. “I just put Sammy down and I don’t want you to wake him up.” The kids ran quietly into Sammy’s room and stood by his crib. John walked in behind them and picked each of them up so they could give Sam a kiss goodnight.
As they were walking down the hall Mara, a beautiful redheaded princess turned to her closest friend and smiled. “You’re gonna be a gweat big bwother Dean,” she said with a smile.
“I already am,” Dean said proudly.
Mary and John walked behind them and smiled. They exchanged glances then looked back at the kids. Dean climbed back in his bed and Mary smiled watching Dean and his ‘Siamese twin’. The two had been inseparable since birth. They were born in the same room on the same night, half an hour apart. Dean was born first though. Mary would have befriended the girl’s mother if she hadn’t died giving birth to Mara. Her father and her lived just down the street and the Winchesters often babysat her while her father was away on business.
Mary was leaving the room when Dean spoke. “Mommy,” he called to her. Mary turned around and sat on the bed next to Dean. Dean glanced from his mother to Mara, who had already fallen asleep, then back to his mother. “Can I marry her someday,” he said with a smile. “Wike you and daddy.”
Mary laughed and looked back at John, who had a beaming smile that could only have belonged to a father. She turned back to Dean and smiled. “Of course you can Dean.” Mary’s gaze turned to her husband once more. “You hear that Dad, we’ll have to remember that when our big guy gets older.”
“Yes we will,” John said with a smile. Mary kissed Dean’s forehead and said goodnight. Then she stood and walked over to John. “Night son,” he said with a smile before he turned off the light and began walking out of the room.
“You’ll keep the door open,” Dean asked. “For Mara,” he added quickly. Dean was four years old; he was too big to be afraid of the dark, or at least too big to big to admit it. Mara was a girl though so it was okay for her.
John laughed and left the room, leaving the door half way open. That was the last time Dean saw his mother. During the night a fire came. Mara and Dean carried Sam outside as best they could and watched the house burn down. Dean was never the same after that night.
“Kids not so-” the voice of Mary Winchester began. She stopped when she entered her eldest son, Dean’s room. The smallest smile formed on her face when she saw the two of them standing on Dean’s bed. It was obvious the kids had been jumping on the bed just before Mary entered the room. She sighed and walked into the room followed by her husband John. As she neared the kids they both sat down with their feet hanging off the edge of the bed. “No more. It’s time for bed you two.” There was a whine from the two of them that came in perfect unison. Mary smiled and looked at her husband. John simply laughed and sat down on the bed next to him. “You two will have plenty of time to play tomorrow,” Mary said with a smile.
“Just a wittle wonger,” Dean asked. He was still little and had trouble with his ‘l’s.
Mary shook her head. “I’m sorry Dean. It is way passed your bedtime, both of you.”
“Pwease mom,” he pleaded. The two of them put on the best puppy dog faces they could muster and turned to John. “Daddy?”
John laughed and shook his head. “Listen to your mother Dean,” he said with a smile. “You two go in and say good night to Sammy.”
They hopped up and Dean grabbed the redhead’s arm. “Come on Mara,” They raced each other out of the room and down the hall shouting.
“Dean,” Mary called after him. “I just put Sammy down and I don’t want you to wake him up.” The kids ran quietly into Sammy’s room and stood by his crib. John walked in behind them and picked each of them up so they could give Sam a kiss goodnight.
As they were walking down the hall Mara, a beautiful redheaded princess turned to her closest friend and smiled. “You’re gonna be a gweat big bwother Dean,” she said with a smile.
“I already am,” Dean said proudly.
Mary and John walked behind them and smiled. They exchanged glances then looked back at the kids. Dean climbed back in his bed and Mary smiled watching Dean and his ‘Siamese twin’. The two had been inseparable since birth. They were born in the same room on the same night, half an hour apart. Dean was born first though. Mary would have befriended the girl’s mother if she hadn’t died giving birth to Mara. Her father and her lived just down the street and the Winchesters often babysat her while her father was away on business.
Mary was leaving the room when Dean spoke. “Mommy,” he called to her. Mary turned around and sat on the bed next to Dean. Dean glanced from his mother to Mara, who had already fallen asleep, then back to his mother. “Can I marry her someday,” he said with a smile. “Wike you and daddy.”
Mary laughed and looked back at John, who had a beaming smile that could only have belonged to a father. She turned back to Dean and smiled. “Of course you can Dean.” Mary’s gaze turned to her husband once more. “You hear that Dad, we’ll have to remember that when our big guy gets older.”
“Yes we will,” John said with a smile. Mary kissed Dean’s forehead and said goodnight. Then she stood and walked over to John. “Night son,” he said with a smile before he turned off the light and began walking out of the room.
“You’ll keep the door open,” Dean asked. “For Mara,” he added quickly. Dean was four years old; he was too big to be afraid of the dark, or at least too big to big to admit it. Mara was a girl though so it was okay for her.
John laughed and left the room, leaving the door half way open. That was the last time Dean saw his mother. During the night a fire came. Mara and Dean carried Sam outside as best they could and watched the house burn down. Dean was never the same after that night.
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