Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: Wee!Chesters, John
Challenge/Prompt: comment_fic: Supernatural, weechesters, the first time sammy saw a rainbow as requested by cozy_coffee
Warning(s): Cannon Character Death
Word Count: 418
Date Written: 21 May 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Kripke, not the author, and are used without permission.
He sat in the back seat, straining and stretching as far as his small body would allow him.
“MAKE HIM SEAT DOWN, DEAN!” their father roared.
With a sigh, Dean turned in his own seat, unbuckled his seat belt, and grasped Sammy’s thin shoulders. “Come on,” he murmured much more softly than their father.
“But, Dad! Dean!” Sammy whined, struggling against his brother’s pull. “Don’t you see it?!”
“See what?” Dean asked, looking out the rearview mirror. He could still see the dark clouds of the storm through which they’d just passed. Hail had hammered the Impala’s roof, and he was sure he’d have dents to work out later. The winds had whipped her about, and he’d known the very moment his father had almost lost control of the car and had clung to Sammy for dear life -- not for his own, but for Sammy’s. Yet here the kid was again, once more trying to endanger their lives. “Sit down,” he grouched, pulling on him again.
Sammy continued to struggle against Dean’s hold. “But it’s Mom!” he whined.
Dean felt the car jerk as his father thundered “WHAT?!”
“It’s Mom!” Sammy said again, pointing at the strands of multi-colored lights that now shimmered between them and the storm.
The storm must be going the other way, Dean realized, if there was a rainbow between it and them. It had already passed through here, which made sense since the roads were wet. He could hear the Impala’s quickly moving tires splashing water.
“The rainbow!” Sammy explained, huffing because adults, and even big brothers, could be so blind sometimes. “It’s Mommy! She helped us through the storm!”
Dean stared at his little brother. He knew Sam still believed in Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny. That was typical, little kid stuff, but to believe their mother was in a freaking rainbow?!
“The people we love who are gone from us,” Sammy said, as though it was an obvious fact the two older guys should already know very well, “look down at us through rainbows.”
“Dad?” Dean asked uncertainly, looking to the back of his father’s greyed head for advice.
John sighed heavily. “Let him look,” he said, defeated, at last. When Dean stayed beside his brother, also gazing out the back window at the rainbow, he wasn’t the least surprised. Instead he wondered silently if Mary was still watching over them. He hoped she was; he’d never make it through raising these boys alone if she wasn’t.