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SN Fic - All Over Again (2/2)

Title: All Over Again
Rating: Pretty much G
Category: Gen, Angst, Pre-series
Pairings: None
Spoilers: None
Word count: ~1660
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters.

Summery: Dean's been quiet for days now. That's never a good sign. Dean is never quiet. A Wee!Chester story part 2 of 2.

All over Again, part 1


I held my boy for a long time, the longest in quite a while, as he cried, slipping down to the floor. I helped him up to the bed, pulling him to me, and just held him there. I knew I should say something, anything, but... I guess I was still in shock. This was definitely not what I had expected. Dean never speaks of Mary. I guess I never speak of her, either, and it hurts. But seeing him like that, it hurts more.

I hold him to me, my chin resting on the top of his head as I do my best to stay in control of my emotions. I can't lose it. Not now, not in front of him. He needs me, and this time, I am going to be there for him. "It's all right, Dean. It's okay." I tell him. But it's not all right. It's not okay, and we both know it.

And then he pushes me away, wiping his tears. "I'm sorry, Dad. I... I didn't mean..." he pushes away from the bed, away from me, standing tall and stiff. A man. When did that happen? Oh, right. Twelve years ago. "I... I'm almost done with the research on the Rothridge house. I'll have it done by tomorrow so we could go there this weekend." He wipes his nose on the back of his hand. His voice is a little rough, but all in all, he's already pretending nothing's happened. That he was okay. But he wasn't. He isn't. And I have to fix it.

I get up from Dean's bed, opening the door to the boys' room just a bit - enough for our voices to carry and for Sammy to listen, but not too much, to let Sammy know not to come in. Dean needs me right now. Dean needs this. He needs this to be private. He needs this to be about him, and if Sammy came in here... Well, we both know it'll be about Sammy. Sam demands attention, but it is Dean who needs it right now.

"You know, you look a lot like your mother." I tell Dean, loud enough for Sammy to hear me from the other room. Sure enough, I suddenly don't hear the TV anymore. I turn back to face Dean, sitting back on his bed and motioning him to sit next to me. He has his back to me, and how I wish I could read his mind right now. He's all rigid, there's still tension in his shoulders. I can't help but smile when I hear Sam's footsteps and the door opening just a little bit more. That boy still has a lot to learn about sneaking around. Lord knows his brother has mastered it far too quickly. "You have her eyes." I say, "And her hands." I add a moment later. He stares at his hands, but still doesn't turn to face me.

"You really remind me of here, did I ever tell you that?" I ask. Dean turns his head to me, and his eyes are filling with tears again. I motion for him to sit next to me again, and when he finally does, I put my arm around him, pulling him closer. He puts his head on my chest and for a second, he's my little boy again. Just a little boy, nothing more.

"I remember the day we found out Mary was pregnant." I tell him. I can see it, clear as if it had happened not two months ago, and I smile. "She was so happy. She was on the phone for hours, telling everyone she knew. I swear, she would have posted an ad in the paper if she'd thought about it." I say, and I can feel Dean looking up at me. I look down at my boy, and it's suddenly a little hard to breathe. He looks skeptic. He doesn't believe me. God, Mary, it hurts. He knows I don't lie to him. I've never lied to him. Not to Dean. But he still doesn't believe me.

"She wanted to call you Robert." I say, and Dean cocks a brow in disbelief. I chuckle. "Yeah, thought it sounded... dignified." I shrug. "And the second choice was Paul."


"Why Dean?" I ask, finishing my son's question. He nods lightly. "Because I hated the name Robert. Thought it was too pompous. And Paul... Well, it just didn't feel right. Plus, I figured, a name like Paully, you'll get beat up at school." I admit with a smile. Dean's expression is both amused and skeptic.

"And Dean?" he asks and I smile, pulling him closer.

"You looked like a Dean." I said. "Actually, you looked tiny and red and all gooey." I smile at the memory. "They don't tell you that, you know? When they talk about babies, it's all pretty and cute, they don't tell you about the gooey stuff." And I smile, because he's smiling. Yep, he's going to be trouble with the ladies...

"And Sammy?" he asks me, and I know he only asks me because he knows Sam's listening. And I'm so proud of him for that.

"Sammy was the name you picked, don't you remember?" Actually, he wanted to name his brother Batman, and then Mrs. Tolena, after his pre-school teacher, but they don't need to know that.

"I think I wanted to call him Big Bird." Dean says wistfully, making me laugh.

"That's right," He did. "Because you were the cookie monster." I smile at the memory. No cookie was ever safe when Dean was around. I think I hear Sam's voice in indignation, but he's still staying outside, and for now, I ignore it. I just make sure he can hear us.

"Did... Did Mom use to bake me cookies?" Dean asks me. I laugh.

"Heavens, no." I say, "I loved your mother, Dean, but trust me, I did not marry her for her cooking. It's a good thing I was used to military food, I tell you that." I add, making him smile. "Actually, you cook better than she ever did." And it's true. He's a good cook. I have no idea where he got that from, because I nearly burnt down a motel room trying to work a toaster once. Sammy still makes fun of me over that one. Dean looks at me with pride, and something else. Something I can't quite put my finger on, but I can tell it shouldn't be there. He looks away too quickly.

"You remember that picnic we went on on forth of July?" I ask, and he looks at me, shaking his head just slightly. I lay on the bed, leaning against the headboard and pulling Dean there with me. It's been a long time since I last held him this way. I don't really know why. Probably because Sammy is the one demanding my attention. Dean sort of slips through the cracks. It's wrong, I know it's wrong, but it's life.

"I think you were three." I tell him, noticing the door opening slightly. "We drove over to Clinton, to the lake, with my friend Mike and his family, and a friend of your Mom's with her family. Your mother packed us food enough to last an entire week." I smile at the memory. "Of course, she only made the salads herself." My smile grows as Dean smiles, a dreamy look in his eyes. "We had a barbeque. Your Mom, she spread this quilt on the grass and laid out all these games for you, but you were too busy running off to the lake until she finally gave up and got in the water with you." I drift off for a while, captivated by the memory, until I notice the look on Dean's face. I nudge him a little, asking what's wrong without actually asking.

"I don't remember that." He says in a small voice. I take a deep breath.

"Well, you sure gave her a run for her money. You simply refused to get out of the water. She finally had to bribe you with ice cream." I say, "And you made such a mess and so much noise... I don't think any of us could have been more grateful when you finally took your nap." I smile, squeezing him closer to me, my chin touching the top of his head. "We stayed for the fireworks. They had the fireworks over the lake so they reflected in the water. Your mother loved it." I sigh dramatically. "I, on the other hand, was too busy trying to calm you down. The fireworks freaked you out. You were screaming so hard, I think they could have heard you in Florida." I try not to laugh at the look on his face.

"I so did not freak out from fireworks!" Dean says indignantly. I laugh. He most definitely did.

"And remember that baseball game I took you to?" I ask, and he shakes his head again. Too bad, that was a great day. "You loved it. You wouldn't shut up about it for weeks, until Mary bought you this little bat and a catcher's mitt, and we'd play catch in the back yard for hours." I say, and then frown, looking down at my son. "You know, you had quite a decent toss for a four year old. Good arm." Dean beams at the complement.

"I still do. Remember that thing in Alabama last year?" he asks, and I smile. I remember. "Dad..." he hesitates, and I wait. I'll wait for as long as he needs me to wait. "Dad, what was mom like?" he asks me, and I frown. Wasn't that what I've been telling him? "I mean, did she go to college? Was she a good student? Did she play an instrument? What were her hobbies? What kind of music did she like? What did her perfume smell like?" I'm silent for a long time. These are Sammy's questions, I'm sure of it. But it's Dean asking them. I wonder if there's something he's not asking. It wouldn't surprise me. He keeps so much from me. When he pulls away from me I realize I've been quiet for too long. "I'm sorry," he says in this small, four year old voice, sitting back up, ready to leave, to give up. When did this happen? When did he start pulling away from me? When did he start hiding from me? I grab him by the wrist.

"Sammy, you might as well come in here, too." I say out loud, pulling Dean back to me and extending my other hand to my youngest, beckoning him to join us on the bed. Sam complies quickly, laying his head on my chest where Dean used to be. Dean remains close, but distant, and I wonder if that's how things are going to be. If he's always going to stay close but distant, because I know that's not what you would have wanted, Mary. I know he has such potential in him, so much more than I can see, and I'm so scared he's never going to live up to it. I'm so scared I'm messing up so bad and that I'll never have the chance to make it right again.

"Your Mom's perfume..." I start, sighing. "It had this long, French name. It was a tiny bottle that cost a fortune. And you know what? I used to hate it." Sammy looks up at me, Dean just stares at the ceiling. I smile at my youngest. "Scout's honor. It made me nauseous." Sam giggles. Dean doesn't even smile. He's different when Sammy's around. I can't quite put my finger on it, but Dean's different around his brother. And he's always around his brother, or rather, the other way around. Is it natural for brothers to be that close? I was never close to my brother. God, I haven't talked to him in years, and that's before Sammy was even born. He was at the funeral, but I don't think I've talked to him since.

"What else, Dad?" Sammy pushes, and I sigh and shift, holding both my boys to me. Dean wiggles, pushing away, but I don't let him, and he finally lets go, relaxes a bit.

"She had a degree." I say. "A Master's Degree in one of them psychology-people things, I don't remember which. She loved to learn. She used to read all the time, just like you, Sammy. She used to read to Dean every night, even before he was born. To you, too." I say, and Sam's beaming, dimples showing.

"Tell us more, Dad." Sam says, and I realize this is about Sammy now. It's not supposed to be about Sammy. Not today. I turn to Dean.

"You know, there was this time, I think you were about a year and a half old. Your mother came to see me at the garage. She was beaming, glowing. Said you were playing at the park and some agent came up to her and told her he's never seen such a pretty kid. He wanted you to come for a photo shoot, make you a model or something." Sam giggles. Dean bites his lip, raising his brow like he doesn't believe me. "Your mother was so proud. She told everyone you were going to be the next 'Gap' baby or something." I pause, waiting for Dean's reaction.

"What happened?" Sam pushes. It should have been Dean. Heavens, Mary, what if it's too late? What if I did this all wrong?

"Your brother never did like being in the spotlight. Not even as a baby. He did everything they'd asked, charming everyone in the room, until the camera guy came and turned on that spotlight. And then he started crying and refused to stay." I remember that now. We asked him what was wrong, and he said the lights made Mommy go away, and he was scared she wasn't going to come back. Sam starts teasing his brother, and Dean tells him to shut up.

"Of course, then came the Sammy Scream Fest of '83." I sigh. That shut Sam up immediately.

"That, I remember." Dean says dryly, making me laugh.

"You had an ear infection that wouldn't go away," I explain to my youngest. "You were crying all the time. Your mother would hold you in her arms, walk around the house with you, singing that God-awful song... What was it?" I stumble.

"Ninty nine bottles of beer on the wall." Dean says, and I laugh.

"That's right. Man, I nearly kicked you out of the car the first time you sang that song." I tell Sammy, noticing that, this time, Dean's lip quirked up a little.

"You know she loved you, boys, right?" I ask seriously. "The both of you. You boys made her happy. She loved taking care of you, even when Sammy was crying all night long and Dean got cake all over the carpet a minute after she finished cleaning the cake he rubbed into the carpet earlier." I wink at my eldest. "She loved you until the moment she died. She never stopped loving you." I say. Sam hugs me tighter, and Dean blinks quickly. I kiss the top of his head. Sammy's, too. "And for the record, so do I."

The End

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sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: November 27th, 2006 06:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks, I liked the names, too. Glad you enjoyed it!
forgotten_pixie From: forgotten_pixie Date: November 27th, 2006 06:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
Awwwww, that was so sweet but so sad. Dean slips through the cracks, painful but true. And poor wee Sammeh doesn't have any memories of his mother. Oh, boys. Lovely, bittersweet look at the family.
sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: November 27th, 2006 06:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks, I'm glad you liked it!
phoenix_bellamy From: phoenix_bellamy Date: November 27th, 2006 08:29 pm (UTC) (Link)
This was so good *_*!
I just love to see John described as the loving father he is, thanks for writing this, there will be never enough for me, and hardly this good *_*

PS: The naming thing was so cute, it reminded my childhood, when I actually named my little sister (though I was five), and that got to be the name on her ID...-she kinda still hold a little grudge against me for that *evil snigger* -
sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: November 27th, 2006 08:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! I'm working on another story now, again with a nice John, but it's a long WIP. I'll probably start posting when I'm nearing the end.
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sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: June 5th, 2007 04:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! I kinda like nice!John. It's a shame we didn't get to see him on the show...
kamikaze_redux From: kamikaze_redux Date: June 5th, 2007 05:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
*bursts with the feeling of awwwwwwwwwwwwww*

That was just perfection.
sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: June 5th, 2007 07:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you, I'm so glad you liked it =D
gwendolyngrace From: gwendolyngrace Date: June 6th, 2007 03:13 am (UTC) (Link)
As usual, brilliantly sweet, funny, and sad. I love your John voice. Oh, Dean. Oh, John.
sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: June 7th, 2007 05:12 am (UTC) (Link)
Who knew it could be easy writing John? (Just as long as I don't see him for a LONG time =D )
gwendolyngrace From: gwendolyngrace Date: June 7th, 2007 01:31 pm (UTC) (Link)
Curious - why the angst about writing John? I find his voice fairly easy (though I'm just starting my experiments with fic - I've got 4 in beta or progress and none ready for public consumption yet), but then I am fairly sympathetic to the way he responded to the challenge. Not that I don't think he could have done better, but (having just watched Nightmare) he could have been a whole lot worse.
sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: June 19th, 2007 05:41 am (UTC) (Link)
I have mixed feelings about John. It's clear that he loves his children, and it's clear he has a special relationship with Dean, it's just whenever he gets screen time, he finds a way to screw things up - like that comment about the Deanpala, or giving FINALLY saying something nice to Dean, only to go and dump more weight on his shoulders...
We didn't get to see the fatherly, loving, fun side of John, if he still has one.
fallingcandles From: fallingcandles Date: June 6th, 2007 08:59 am (UTC) (Link)
This was lovely :)
sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: June 7th, 2007 05:14 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you =]
mystic_reader From: mystic_reader Date: June 28th, 2007 04:43 am (UTC) (Link)
That was really sweet.. I loved it!
sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: June 28th, 2007 08:37 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks, I'm glad you did. Love your icon btw.
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