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Dean ran home with a huge smile on his face. With every slap of his trainer against the solid grey pavement the a new name exploded into his mind.
C A S T I E L
C A S T I E L
C A S T I E L
Dean's smile could light the entire street for a week with how bright it was beaming. As he turned into his neat suburban neighbourhood, he stopped and tilted his head as he enjoyed the subtle clatter of people waking up. He always liked Saturdays... It allowed him free roam of the street, No sane person would be up at seven am on a weekend! When he's was only slightly younger he would spend his Saturdays playing with Sammy and this little blonde girl, Jo, who lived next door.
The thought of the house next door pushed Dean's head down.
Looking at the house next door made Dean feel sad.
The day John joined the marines, was the day John met Bobby Singer. Bobby Singer was a kind yet gruff worded man with a wife by the name of Ellen. A name shared with the new neighbor that, at that very same time, was welcoming Mary to the neighborhood.
Upon meeting, the four became fast friends, whenever Mary was dealing with a low amount of sugar or even just in need of some 'girl talk', Ellen was there. Whenever John needed a poker buddy, or even just a link back to his home life in Kansas, Bobby was there. A year later, Dean was conceived and Ellen was the first to know. (This may have induced a minor upset with ol Johnny boy but, as the young ones say, yolo...) the birth of Dean brought them all, if possible, even closer together as Mary and John became parents and Ellen and Bobby became auntie and uncle. Their lives were mainly focused on baby's. This was a topic aided by the fact Ellen herself was, one year later also with child. Little baby Joanna. By the time Dean was four and Jo was three, the pair were thick as thieves, and with baby Sammy on the way excitement buzzed around both households. And for a few years, life was good.
But then came the accident. Joanna Beth Singer was born with a weak heart. There were often days, awful days, long boring and often really hot days, in which Jo would have to spend in bed resting. Dean hated these days. Jo always looked so weak and frail at these times and really she was just an embarrassment to the name 'navigator'. In fact, that was her third demotion. She could hardly handle the name 'first mate' if she kept missing her duties and the title 'rough pirate scallywag that could break you with the flick of her wrist' was given up after her failure to walk in a straight line, let alone break someone.
Anyhow, we're getting wayyy off topic.
It happened in the tail end of January, somewhere around Dean's sixth birthday. They were playing pirate in their front yards on a Saturday evening. A harsh wind pushed Jo's special pirating scarf off the ground from where Dean had tossed it, (Sammy and Jo were attempting a mutiny and had loosely tied his hands together with said scarf) and up into the sky, away from the safety of the Winchester garden, and into the street. Ellen had purchased that scarf especially for Jo to pillage in and Jo was very fond of it.
Her first little scarlet shoe was on the road as the car sped around the corner. She had just made it to the middle of the road, her hand reached towards the sky as she gripped tightly to her little silk scarf.
Then a bang.
And a scream.
And not soon later, a flat line.
They never caught the driver.
And the group fell apart.
Bobby and Ellen moved away.
And whilst John lost his little piece of home.
And Mary lost her 'girl talks'.
Bobby and Ellen had lost something much greater.
As Dean sorrowfully pushed open the front door, he was almost knocked down by the smell of fresh apple pie and a small yet surprisingly loud brunette. After a second of shock, Dean carefully pried his brother away from him and knelt so they matched eye level, instantly he was met with an unusual mixture of utter relief and misery. Snot and tears covered the scrunched up face of a young Samuel Winchester. Dean quickly opened his mouth to comfort but closed it just as hurriedly. His lack of words seemed throw the younger boy deeper into his pit of despair as he threw his head back and let out a howl loud enough to wake the entire state. 'D-D-Dean!' He wailed reaching forward and grasping his chubby hands into the front of Dean's shirt, Dean frowned at his brothers sodden face and reached his had out to tip Sam's chin down slightly to meet his eyes, mentally urging him to explain the situation.
This was unnecessary.
'Dean?' His mothers shaky voice called from the kitchen and Dean felt his heart drop at the sight of his mother stood in the doorway. Mary Winchester was one of the strongest women alive. Her family was revered in law enforcement circles, ever since her father, Samuel Campbell, had started a campaign to rid the local streets of the notorious criminal circle know most commonly as 'The Demons'. (A/N I know what your thinking. 'Wow, omg wtf that's like, the most original gang title like, ever!' But shut up. Just let the story progress. Thank you.) She had grown up in the police force. Her entire family was in someway connected to it. She had started combat training at the age of eight. But this is not the type of strength I was talking about. Mary was mentally strong. Like, shit, that bitch watched The Notebook, didn't shed a single fucking tear. Mary was metal. But after the death of Jo, she had never been the same. Her children were fragile. And she would do whatever the hell she could to keep them safe.
This is the reason Dean hasn't attended school since he was 6 years old, why Mary quit the force to home school and why Sam was his best and only friend.
Except now he wasn't.
Two slender arms wrapped themselves around Dean's middle, and he soon found himself lifted off the floor and clutched tightly to his mothers chest.
'Don't you ever do that again Dean Winchester!' Wrapping one arm under Dean's butt and using the other to stroke Dean's cheek she stared into Dean's forest green eyes whilst Sammy wrapped his arms tightly around his mothers leg and sniffled into the fabric. 'Ever, Dean. I was so worried.'
Dean smiled sheepishly and buried his face into his mothers chest. Whilst it was nice to make new friends, he liked it here much better. Warm and safe and home.
I won't mom, Dean wanted to say, I promise.
But Dean never could lie to his mother.
After two minuets of a silent group hug the family split apart to get on with different things. As punishment for missing for over an hour, Dean's job was to tidy the Sammy clutter out of the living room whilst Sammy added more work to his job and Mary called off the growing search party.