Author: Kat Lee
Dedicated To: A trick or treat treat for kiramaru7. (You can request your own here!)
Character/Pairing: Wee!Chesters, Mary
Word Count: 550
Date Written: 3 October 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Kripke, not the author, and are used without permission.
She looked, through tears gathering in her haunting eyes, down upon her boys as Dean finished drawing the face on the pumpkin. Her youngest son bit his lip in concern. “I’m not so sure about this, Dean,” Sammy murmured.
“You said you wanted to go trick or treating,” Dean reminded him, capping and putting down the marker. “I’d be just as happy to stay home and watch movies myself,” he added with a shrug.
“I don’t want to see those things!” Sammy exclaimed, making a face. “You know I can never sleep after them.”
“I know,” Dean said. It was true Sammy never slept after watching a horror movie -- until Dean crawled into bed beside him and held his brother in his arms. They both always drifted off swiftly to pleasant dreams after that. It was enough to tempt him into staying home, but Sammy had wanted to go trick or treating like normal children.
“I just -- I don’t know about this costume, is all.”
“You make a fine pumpkin.”
“Dean, it’s a plastic bag!”
“Yeah, but it’s a big, orange plastic bag. Everybody’s going to know what you are.”
“And what are you going to be?” Sammy asked, eyeing his brother.
Dean turned his collar up, pulled his sunglasses out of his pocket, and put them on. Sliding them up the bridge of his nose, he spoke defiantly, “I’m going to be James Dean!”
“Looks more like the Fonz too me,” Sammy grumbled.
Dean gave him two thumbs pointing up. “Ay, that’s good too!”
Sammy rolled his eyes. He walked over to the one mirror in the single, motel room and eyed his reflection. “Are you sure this is going to work?”
“Absolutely!” Growing suddenly more serious as a chill ran down his spine, Dean asked his little brother, “Have I ever let you down, Sammy?”
Sammy eyed him carefully, but finally he relented. “Okay,” he said with a sigh. “Pumpkin it is, but next year -- “
“Let’s not even think about next year until we’re there,” Dean countered. “We have no idea where there will be. And don’t tell me you want a real costume. You know Dad would skin me alive just for letting you go trick or treating!”
“I know,” Sammy admitted softly. He reached out and took his brother’s hand. “But you won’t let anything happen to me.”
“No,” Dean agreed quickly, grabbing the keys and leading the way out of the motel, but never once letting go of his brother’s hand. “I won’t.”
Behind them, Mary smiled through her tears. He’d remembered, she realized. He’d remembered that they had talked about going trick or treating. He had wanted to be an airplane pilot or James Dean or something else cool, and when he’d asked her what Sammy could possibly dress as, she’d shrugged and said, if nothing else, he could always be a pumpkin.
She wiped the tears from her eyes. Dean had remembered, and he was coming through for her. He was going to be the best big brother ever. Best of all, no matter what John did or didn’t do, her boys were going to be safe, safe and happy. That was all a mother could ask for after all. “Happy Halloween, my boys,” she whispered as she vanished, never having been seen.