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From His Heaven

Title: From His Heaven
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Supernatural
Character/Pairing: John/Mary, Dean/Sam, Dean/Castiel, Bobby/Karen, mentions of Dean/Crowley and Dean/Benny
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words August Rush: Day 1:
Warning(s): Cannon Character Death, Spoilers
Word Count: 915
Date Written: 8 August 2017
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Kripke, not the author, and are used without permission.





“They did it again, Mary.”

“That’s our boys, John.” He looks up from watching their children, and for the first time, he doesn’t have to imagine how proud his wife would look of their children. Nor is she only speaking to him in his imagination. He’s really hearing this time, really seeing her, really feeling her approach and her hands taking his. She squeezes his hands as she puts his arms around her. “We did good with them.”

He grins as he looks back down pass the clouds beneath their feet. “Yeah,” he agrees quietly, “we did, didn’t we?”

“You’re thinking too much again, worrying too much when we’re not supposed to be worrying at all -- “

“Just because we’re in Heaven doesn’t mean I can’t worry about our boys, or that you can’t. I know you do.”

She shrugs. “A mother’s prerogative.”

He smirks teasingly as he shoots back at her, “A father’s prerogative.”


“Yes,” she agrees lightly, “but yours runs a little deeper. You still worry about the men they’re becoming.”

“And you don’t?”

“Dean takes after you.”

“And Sam?”

Her smile grows. “I like to think he takes after me.”

“WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP?” Bobby calls from the next space over. “I CAN’T HEAR KAREN FOR YOU!”

“Ha! We know better than that, Bobby, and we’re not fighting!”

“Didn’t say you were, but you’re both wrong and right! Those boys take after both of you in their own ways!” His voice drops as he murmurs to his wife, “And me.”

“I heard that!” Mary answers chirpily. “And you’re right! He is right,” she says, looking at John. “They take after all of us.”

“Yeah,” her husband grouses, “but Dean got some of my bad genes.”

“I didn’t know you had bad genes.”

“HA! Please, Mary, we’re in freaking Heaven! We’re not supposed to be lying!”

Mary grins. “It doesn’t keep the Angels from doing it.”

“Nothing is the way it was,” John mutters, looking down.

His countenance darkens, and Mary wraps her arms around him and steps closer until there’s no more space left between them. “No,” she agrees, “it’s not, but that doesn’t mean it has to be all bad or that our children have to make the same mistakes we do.”

“Just look at Dean! All that matters to him is the fight!”

“Now that is a lie, just like it was every time you told yourself that all that mattered to you was the fight. You always loved our boys. Hell, you wouldn’t have fought as much or as hard as you did if you hadn’t. You would’ve just let them take you like they did me, and we would’ve been together a lot sooner.”

He looks up at her in surprise. “Am I that obvious?”


“No. I just know you that well, John Winchester,” she says, snuggling into his arms and kissing his beard. “The fight matters, but the biggest reason why it matters is our family. None of us would fight like we do, like we have, if it wasn’t for those we love, yourself and Dean included. He’d do anything for Sammy -- and Castiel.”

“Sometimes I wonder about that Angel,” grumbles John, always the overprotective parent.

“He’s better than the King of Hell for him, or that Vampire.”

“I kinda liked that Vampire,” John admits in a hushed whisper.

“So did I,” Mary agrees, surprising him, “but his heart wasn’t entirely into our boy. He still had that woman he loved, and you can’t love two people at one time, not like that.”

John watches Dean and Sam with Castiel, and secretly, he knows his wife’s wrong. He won’t argue the point with her, though, for she’s right about two far more important things: The reason the fight is so important to their oldest is his brother and the Angel. They are the reasons he won’t give up, and he would do anything for them. But John knows, too, that he loves them both with all his heart. Maybe not in the same sense of which Mary’s talking, maybe not like he loved Lisa and Benny, maybe not like John himself loves Dean and Sam’s mother, but he rather doubts as he watches his boy with Sam and Castiel. Dean loves them both, and they’re the reasons he can be happy while he is, which, in turn, makes John love Sam all the more and love Castiel too even if he doesn’t trust the Angel entirely.

“What are we going to do about that Crowley?” Mary asks, reminding John he’s not alone again. There are definitely some benefits to being dead, after all, he thinks, wrapping his arms more tightly, but still gently, around his wife.

He turns his head and kisses her blonde hair. “I don’t think we really have to worry about him,” he murmurs.

“He’s the King of Hell!” Mary protests.

“Yeah, but as long as Dean’s got Sam and Cas, they’re not about to let him go that way all the way.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“Oh, I know I’m right,” he says in a teasingly smug tone.

She laughs, a sound that, after all this time, still sounds far more beautiful to him than any other music in Heaven or beyond. “Of course you do, John Winchester!” she exclaims, clasping his face in her hands and bringing his head down toward her. “Of course you do.” She kisses him, and it’s her kiss that always completes his personal Heaven.


The End

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