Fic: Five times... 1. February 1983 - The Malice of Strangers
Title: Five Times Dean Was Saved. And One Time He Wasn't. Part 1
Author: felisblanco
Fandom: SPN
Characters: Dean, Mary, John, OMC
Word Count: 951
1. February 1983 - The Malice of Strangers
Dean’s bouncing, happily following mommy through the baby shop. She’s looking for a perfect light for the baby’s room. The baby that’s by now really stretching her belly; heels and fists bulging it from the inside. It’s a real kicker, daddy says.
“Just like you were, Dean-o. Feel that! Here.” And they both laugh as the baby kicks so hard Dean’s hand jumps on mommy’s belly.
Only about two months left, mommy says. Two months until Dean’s little brother or sister will be out of there and he’ll finally have someone to play with. He hopes it’s a brother. Girls can be so stupid.
Dean doesn’t really care about the light - even if he thinks it should be a Spiderman lamp and not a moon like mommy’s looking for - because he’s looking for a gift of his own. He wanted to give the baby a bike or a football but mom says a soft toy will be better because the baby will be so small when it arrives. He hopes it won’t be small for too long. There’s a tree house in the woods behind the yard he really wants to show it. But he can wait a few weeks.
Dean’s eyes shift, scanning the shelves. He hasn’t got much time because daddy’s picking them up in fifteen minutes, mom said, and even if Dean’s not exactly sure how long that is he knows it’s pretty soon because mommy said they wouldn’t have time to stop for an ice cream.
And then suddenly there it is, the perfect gift. A soft and cuddly little kitten, sitting on a shelf just two feet away. He lets go of mommy’s cart, runs over and stretches up to reach it. It has long limbs and a bushy tail and its eyes are the color of the sky. Dean nuzzles into its soft plush and smiles. The baby will love it.
“Mommy, look! Can I…?” He turns around, the kitten’s long legs swinging in the air.
She’s not there. He stands still for a moment, blinking. She’d been right there a minute ago. His heart starts hammering in his chest and he feels tears stinging his eyes.
“Mommy?”
There are people everywhere, blocking his vision, but then he sees her black coat a few aisles ahead. Clutching the kitten in his hand he runs after her, slinking between tall legs and strange bodies until he finally manages to grab her hand.
“Mommy, look!”
He beams up at his mother, showing her the kitten, but it’s not her. It’s a woman with dark hair and an old face, frowning at him, and he drops the toy in shock.
“Are you lost?” she starts but he’s already running away, his throat closing up as his eyes frantically scan the crowd. She’s not here. She’s not here!!
“Mommy? Mommy!”
“Lost your mother, son?”
Dean stumbles to a halt and looks up. There’s a man in a dirty overall looking down at him, his face sympathetic and kind.
“Yeah. I… I can’t find her!” Dean tries to hold it in but he starts crying and the man scoops him up in his arms, clutching him tight. Too tight. But he smells like daddy, like grease and car oil and Dean breathes out in relief. Everything’s gonna be ok.
“I’ll help you find her. Don’t cry.”
Dean clings to the man, arms around his neck as they walk through the store. They go past the cash registers and out into the parking lot and suddenly he feels scared.
“No, we can’t leave. Please, mister, she’s still inside.”
“If your mommy really loved you she wouldn’t have let you get lost, would she?”
The arms wrapped around his chest squeeze him tighter and he squirms, trying to get loose. The man is breathing funny, his step hurrying across the parking lot. When Dean starts crying a clammy palm closes over his mouth.
“Shut up. Be good now, or I’ll get really, really mad. You don’t want me to get mad, do you?”
But Dean’s not listening. The man is badbadbad. He’s taking Dean away from his mommy! Dean kicks his short legs wildly and beats the man’s shoulders with his fists, finally managing to get his teeth into the palm covering his mouth and he bites down as hard as he can.
“Ow! You little fucker!”
“Let me go! Nooo!! Lemmegolemmegolemmego!!! Let! Me! Go!”
Suddenly he’s snatched away from the man’s arms and thrown to the side where he lands on the ground so hard his butt hurts. He looks up in shock, just in time to see his daddy punch the man hard in the face. The man falls down, his head hitting the ground with a hard crack.
“You sick bastard!”
Daddy’s boot hits the man’s belly and he doubles over, air rushing out of him with a whoosh. There’s blood running down from the man’s mouth and nose and Dean closes his eyes, puts his fingers in his ears and cries as quietly as he can. He can still hear the thuds and cracks but he stays still until they stop and then he’s being lifted up and clutched to daddy’s hard chest. He wraps his arms around his daddy’s neck and hides his face against his throat. Daddy’s heart is beating frantically under his ear, his broad chest heaving for breath.
“Oh God, Dean. DeanDeanDean. You all right? Did he hurt you? Did he…?”
“I lost mommy! I couldn’t find mommy!”
“Sshh… It’s all right. We’ll find her.” Daddy’s voice trembles, his big hands running over Dean’s hair again and again. “I’m sure she’s worried about you.”
Dean nods but doesn’t lift his head, just keeps his face buried in daddy’s warm neck.
He’s asleep before they even enter the store.
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Author: felisblanco
Fandom: SPN
Characters: Dean, Mary, John, OMC
Word Count: 951
1. February 1983 - The Malice of Strangers
Dean’s bouncing, happily following mommy through the baby shop. She’s looking for a perfect light for the baby’s room. The baby that’s by now really stretching her belly; heels and fists bulging it from the inside. It’s a real kicker, daddy says.
“Just like you were, Dean-o. Feel that! Here.” And they both laugh as the baby kicks so hard Dean’s hand jumps on mommy’s belly.
Only about two months left, mommy says. Two months until Dean’s little brother or sister will be out of there and he’ll finally have someone to play with. He hopes it’s a brother. Girls can be so stupid.
Dean doesn’t really care about the light - even if he thinks it should be a Spiderman lamp and not a moon like mommy’s looking for - because he’s looking for a gift of his own. He wanted to give the baby a bike or a football but mom says a soft toy will be better because the baby will be so small when it arrives. He hopes it won’t be small for too long. There’s a tree house in the woods behind the yard he really wants to show it. But he can wait a few weeks.
Dean’s eyes shift, scanning the shelves. He hasn’t got much time because daddy’s picking them up in fifteen minutes, mom said, and even if Dean’s not exactly sure how long that is he knows it’s pretty soon because mommy said they wouldn’t have time to stop for an ice cream.
And then suddenly there it is, the perfect gift. A soft and cuddly little kitten, sitting on a shelf just two feet away. He lets go of mommy’s cart, runs over and stretches up to reach it. It has long limbs and a bushy tail and its eyes are the color of the sky. Dean nuzzles into its soft plush and smiles. The baby will love it.
“Mommy, look! Can I…?” He turns around, the kitten’s long legs swinging in the air.
She’s not there. He stands still for a moment, blinking. She’d been right there a minute ago. His heart starts hammering in his chest and he feels tears stinging his eyes.
“Mommy?”
There are people everywhere, blocking his vision, but then he sees her black coat a few aisles ahead. Clutching the kitten in his hand he runs after her, slinking between tall legs and strange bodies until he finally manages to grab her hand.
“Mommy, look!”
He beams up at his mother, showing her the kitten, but it’s not her. It’s a woman with dark hair and an old face, frowning at him, and he drops the toy in shock.
“Are you lost?” she starts but he’s already running away, his throat closing up as his eyes frantically scan the crowd. She’s not here. She’s not here!!
“Mommy? Mommy!”
“Lost your mother, son?”
Dean stumbles to a halt and looks up. There’s a man in a dirty overall looking down at him, his face sympathetic and kind.
“Yeah. I… I can’t find her!” Dean tries to hold it in but he starts crying and the man scoops him up in his arms, clutching him tight. Too tight. But he smells like daddy, like grease and car oil and Dean breathes out in relief. Everything’s gonna be ok.
“I’ll help you find her. Don’t cry.”
Dean clings to the man, arms around his neck as they walk through the store. They go past the cash registers and out into the parking lot and suddenly he feels scared.
“No, we can’t leave. Please, mister, she’s still inside.”
“If your mommy really loved you she wouldn’t have let you get lost, would she?”
The arms wrapped around his chest squeeze him tighter and he squirms, trying to get loose. The man is breathing funny, his step hurrying across the parking lot. When Dean starts crying a clammy palm closes over his mouth.
“Shut up. Be good now, or I’ll get really, really mad. You don’t want me to get mad, do you?”
But Dean’s not listening. The man is badbadbad. He’s taking Dean away from his mommy! Dean kicks his short legs wildly and beats the man’s shoulders with his fists, finally managing to get his teeth into the palm covering his mouth and he bites down as hard as he can.
“Ow! You little fucker!”
“Let me go! Nooo!! Lemmegolemmegolemmego!!! Let! Me! Go!”
Suddenly he’s snatched away from the man’s arms and thrown to the side where he lands on the ground so hard his butt hurts. He looks up in shock, just in time to see his daddy punch the man hard in the face. The man falls down, his head hitting the ground with a hard crack.
“You sick bastard!”
Daddy’s boot hits the man’s belly and he doubles over, air rushing out of him with a whoosh. There’s blood running down from the man’s mouth and nose and Dean closes his eyes, puts his fingers in his ears and cries as quietly as he can. He can still hear the thuds and cracks but he stays still until they stop and then he’s being lifted up and clutched to daddy’s hard chest. He wraps his arms around his daddy’s neck and hides his face against his throat. Daddy’s heart is beating frantically under his ear, his broad chest heaving for breath.
“Oh God, Dean. DeanDeanDean. You all right? Did he hurt you? Did he…?”
“I lost mommy! I couldn’t find mommy!”
“Sshh… It’s all right. We’ll find her.” Daddy’s voice trembles, his big hands running over Dean’s hair again and again. “I’m sure she’s worried about you.”
Dean nods but doesn’t lift his head, just keeps his face buried in daddy’s warm neck.
He’s asleep before they even enter the store.
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