Chapter One:
22 year old Dean Winchester has managed to stealthily tiptoe his way up the flight of stairs and then along the hallways up the stairs. Only a few more steps and he’d have been in his fortress of solace; his bedroom. His mind was already screaming ‘Sanctuary at last’ even before he could reach his goal directive; but even before he could actually get to bask in his moment of triumph; he was unfortunately however caught; by their mom.
Her tall, slender frame--warm smile on her beautiful happy face as he stared at him--he almost wanted to feel guilty when he recalled what he just did a few moments ago.
“Okay, Dean. Just what is it this time?” She warmly approached her eldest of two sons; who a moment ago went from his stealth-tiptoeing-ninja-like mode to upon mom’s intercept, has been reduced to nothing but the shifty-nape-rubbing-kid barely out of his adolescent years. With the way the boy is standing right in front of his mother, one could swear he looks 6.
Flashing a quick wide grin, Dean starts.
“Okay…awkward…” he says, after he realized how ridiculous he must look in front of his mother at the moment.
“Aw Dean…” Mary could just muse fondly of her eldest.
“Can I…“Dean starts, while jutting his chin towards his room down the hall. He has fortunately just gathered himself together after having been caught awhile ago post doing something evil. “...go to my room now, mom?”
“I should hope you didn’t do anything to your little brother again, young man…” She calls out after Dean as she watched her boy walk away from her to his bedroom down the hall.
“Mom--“ Dean says after turning around and facing her; he even manages to present the rest of his person with the vague wave of both towards himself, “--seriously lady? I’m offended that you’d even think that I’d…” just then he stops and grins wickedly. “Okay…okay...you got me!” the boy then holds up a tube of glue from his jacket pocket for his mom to see.
Their mom had to force herself not to snicker when he saw the look his older boy’s face and she could just imagine what he has done this time to prank his little brother. Mary can't help but admire her eldest's ingenuity sometimes and she can’t help but be proud of this; unfortunately enough, it had to be on Sammy’s expense. Due to that, she had to remind herself constantly of the fact.
‘Sammy is actually your baby, Mary. And Dean is bullying him. Remember your baby?’ She mentally scolds herself. “Dean!” She finally said out loud to scold after a second as she saw Dean sneaking his way to his room.
Dean starts to open his mouth to say something to his mom when his brother’s voice just unnerved him that he quickly winks at his mom and before scrambling away altogether, manages to say, “Whoa--hey…that’s my cue!” then he disappears to his room.
“Dean Winchester! I might need to spank you, you know? One of these days…” Mary calls out to her son.
He wasn’t in sight but she knows he heard her since he did answer back from down the hall behind closed doors.
“Okay, lady--good luck with that!”
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“Oh honey…hold still! How do you expect me to get this done if you keep on fidgeting? Hold still…”
Mary is at the moment trying to pry the hair brush from off from his youngest son’s hair.
“He is so dead, mom!” Sam growls. "He is so dead and I am going to bury him!"
Mary, unknown to Sam was silently chuckling behind her youngest’s back.
‘What? It is funny…’Mary reasons to herself. After a few more prying here & there and failing; she eventually had to raise the white flag on his son’s case. “Well, I’ve tried everything, baby. It looks like somebody could use a haircut!”
“That’s it!” Sam gets up; hair brush sticking out of his head, all tangled in his hair. “Mom, have you got your good pair of scissors handy?” There was determination and not to mention a funny-looking demeanor--what with the brush and all--plastered Sam’s face. “Somebody’s getting neutered!”
“It’s in the den, sweetie.” She patronizingly informs Sam.
Chapter One:
22 year old Dean Winchester has managed to stealthily tiptoe his way up the flight of stairs and then along the hallways up the stairs. Only a few more steps and he’d have been in his fortress of solace; his bedroom. His mind was already screaming ‘Sanctuary at last’ even before he could reach his goal directive; but even before he could actually get to bask in his moment of triumph; he was unfortunately however caught; by their mom.
Her tall, slender frame--warm smile on her beautiful happy face as he stared at him--he almost wanted to feel guilty when he recalled what he just did a few moments ago.
“Okay, Dean. Just what is it this time?” She warmly approached her eldest of two sons; who a moment ago went from his stealth-tiptoeing-ninja-like mode to upon mom’s intercept, has been reduced to nothing but the shifty-nape-rubbing-kid barely out of his adolescent years. With the way the boy is standing right in front of his mother, one could swear he looks 6.
Flashing a quick wide grin, Dean starts. “Okay…awkward…” he says, after he realized how ridiculous he must look in front of his mother at the moment.
“Aw Dean…” Mary could just muse fondly of her eldest.
“Can I…“Dean starts, while jutting his chin towards his room down the hall. He has fortunately just gathered himself together after having been caught awhile ago post doing something evil. “...go to my room now, mom?”
“I should hope you didn’t do anything to your little brother again, young man…” She calls out after Dean as she watched her boy walk away from her to his bedroom down the hall.
“Mom--“ Dean says after turning around and facing her; he even manages to present the rest of his person with the vague wave of both towards himself, “--seriously lady? I’m offended that you’d even think that I’d…” just then he stops and grins wickedly. “Okay…okay...you got me!” the boy then holds up a tube of glue from his jacket pocket for his mom to see.
Their mom had to force herself not to snicker when he saw the look his older boy’s face and she could just imagine what he has done this time to prank his little brother. Mary can't help but admire her eldest's ingenuity sometimes and she can’t help but be proud of this; unfortunately enough, it had to be on Sammy’s expense. Due to that, she had to remind herself constantly of the fact.
‘Sammy is actually your baby, Mary. And Dean is bullying him. Remember your baby?’ She mentally scolds herself. “Dean!” She finally said out loud to scold after a second as she saw Dean sneaking his way to his room.
Dean starts to open his mouth to say something to his mom when his brother’s voice just unnerved him that he quickly winks at his mom and before scrambling away altogether, manages to say, “Whoa--hey…that’s my cue!” then he disappears to his room.
“Dean Winchester! I might need to spank you, you know? One of these days…” Mary calls out to her son.
He wasn’t in sight but she knows he heard her since he did answer back from down the hall behind closed doors.
“Okay, lady--good luck with that!”
--
“Oh honey…hold still! How do you expect me to get this done if you keep on fidgeting? Hold still…”
Mary is at the moment trying to pry the hair brush from off from his youngest son’s hair.
“He is so dead, mom!” Sam growls. "He is so dead and I am going to bury him!"
Mary, unknown to Sam was silently chuckling behind her youngest’s back.
‘What? It is funny…’Mary reasons to herself. After a few more prying here & there and failing; she eventually had to raise the white flag on his son’s case. “Well, I’ve tried everything, baby. It looks like somebody could use a haircut!”
“That’s it!” Sam gets up; hair brush sticking out of his head, all tangled in his hair. “Mom, have you got your good pair of scissors handy?” There was determination and not to mention a funny-looking demeanor--what with the brush and all--plastered Sam’s face. “Somebody’s getting neutered!”
“It’s in the den, sweetie.” She patronizingly informs Sam.
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Epilogue:
She just made the last finishing touches on the breakfast spread she had prepared and then took a step back to take a look at what she did. ‘Just perfect! Just like my boys!’ Mary just exclaimed to herself.
The first one to come bustling in for breakfast was her tall, full-haired youngest, who came in wearing on his face a full smile and all; both dimples showing on both cheeks. It was after all Saturday morning. His favorite day; no school!
“Hello, baby!” greeted the woman warmly at her son.
“Hi, mom!” Flashes her a quick grin and then his eyes went back to the whole spread of pancakes topped with honey, scrambled eggs and toast. At the farther end of the table, where his big brother brother usually sits; was a big glass of cold milk. A smile just escaped Sam’s lips and his mom was so quick to catch it.
“So, did it work?” She asked, her voice lowered as in a whisper.
“Yeah, mom.” Sam informed her, smiling.
“That’s good, baby! I’m glad my boys are both okay now.”
“Thanks for making me check on him, mom. And thanks for taking care of Dean---and me.”
She just smiled warmly at Sam, didn’t say anything. And then in comes Dean Winchester through the kitchen door;
“It’s 6 o’clock on a Saturday! Where could you possibly have gone to at this time in the morning, Dean?” Sam just raised a brow at his brother who just took his seat behind the table. Dean just flashed his ‘only –me- could-look-this-good-with –this’ grin; grabs his glass of milk for one gulp like it was beer or something and then settled the glass back with a thud on the table.
“I went jogging, dude!” came Dean’s reply.
Sam and Mary Winchester just looked at each other and then at Dean; all wide-eyed.
“Excuse me!” Chorused the two.
“What?” Brows all arched on his forehead; “I wanted to be fit---nothing wrong with that, lady---baby!” When he saw that both his mom and brother were still in their stare-at-dean-til-he-gags-game; Dean, his forkful midway to his mouth, just barked; “…Awlright, It started out as a jog in my head, but I saw this cute red head about to go to work, just had to do a little charity work---drive her off to her job so she wouldn’t be late! Get to a little talking---nothing wrong with that! Besides, I technically jogged all the way to my car, did you see how far I parked it? I did sweat out a glass! That counts as my work out for this morning!” Grinned widely at the two.
“It’s across the street, Dean! You parked your car across the street and you’re wearing a leather jacket, dude! It’s a sunny Saturday Morning, you do the math!” Sam sassed at his big brother.
Mary Winchester just chuckled at the exchange between her two boys as she listened to them.
“You---You do the Math, whatever Sammy!” Whined Dean. “Say, Mom, got any more of this white drink?”
“It’s called milk, dude---Dean, what are you three?”
“Hey, quit bugging me! Mom, tell Sam to quit bugging me?”
“Sammy, be nice to your brother.” Playfully scolds Mary.
“Thanks, mom.” Dean flicks his brows on his forehead at Sam.
“And Dean, it’s called milk. You should start learning what to call it sometime soon, sweetie.”
She warmly pointed out to her older boy, much to Sam’s amusement.
“Hah!” blurted out Sam at Dean.
“Gee, thanks a lot, MOM!” scowled Dean.
“Your most welcome, son. Anytime!”
“Good morning, boys! Mary…” John Winchester just made his presence known as he entered the dining area.
“Good morning, dad!” Echoed the boys.
“Good morning, sweetheart!” Warmly greets Mary to her husband as he took his seat beside her.
“What will you be having for breakfast, John?”
John Winchester scanned the table for what to dig into first. “Mary, sweetheart---do we have any more of the white drink Dean is drinking?”
“Hah!” Dean just blurted out to Sam’s face.
“Oh, honey?” smiling warmly, that was all that Mary Winchester could say after that.
THE END
