Fic Music and Memories
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shanachie_quillTitle: Music and Memories
Characters: Dean, Sam, Mary, John Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: A song brings bittersweet memories.
Rating: G
Warnings: Heartstring tugging
Disclaimer: No one really belongs to me or I might be getting paid for writing my own stuff instead of borrowing others. I put them back all nice and neatly, I promise.
Author's Note: A couple of weeks ago I posted a Music Meme and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kaitlia777 requested Dean Winchester. Since he was extremely uncooperative about answering the meme, I got this out of him. Thanks to serenelystrange for checking this over and starhawk_writes for her hand holding like usual (even if she doesn't think she did anything).
Dean didn’t have many memories of before…but one thing would always remind him…
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Mary looked towards the doorway as the sound of feet carried over the music playing on the radio. She smiled as she caught sight of her older son leaning on the doorframe, one hand knuckling his eyes sleepily. “Hey, little man,” she said quietly. “Sleep well?” When he nodded, she crossed the room, scooping him up and settling him on her hip. “Hungry?” she asked. At a second nod, she swung him around, causing him to giggle. “So what will it be today, my fine gentleman? Ham, Swiss, turkey?”
“Peanut butter and jelly!” he exclaimed.
“Again?” she questioned. “And what jelly? Strawberry? Rhubarb?”
He made a face. “No, Mom. Grape!”
“He wants grape again, Sammy,” she told her other son. “Is he ever going to change?” Sam banged his spoon on his high chair tray in response, wide grin showing the two new teeth that had kept them up the prior night. “Gonna help me make it, Dean?” Mary asked as she pulled the ingredients out one-handed.
“I can do it myself,” Dean replied. “I’m big enough!”
Settling him on the stool by the counter, she handed him the knife. “Careful.”
His tongue peeking out of his mouth as he concentrated, Dean carefully spread peanut butter on one slice of bread, then jelly on the other. Mary watched over his shoulder to be sure he didn’t put too much on. “Mom, when’s Sammy gonna be big enough to eat peanut butter and jelly?” Dean asked as he put the sandwich together.
“Not for a few more years, sweetie.” She ran a hand down his hair. “But you’ll be able to teach him how to make his own when he’s ready.” She laughed as the music changed. “I love this song. Come on! Dance with me.” Taking the knife from him and setting it aside, she grabbed his hands, swinging him in a circle.
Dean laughed as he recognized “Can’t Buy Me Love” the song his mom had been singing a few days ago. As Sam laughed and banged on his highchair tray, nowhere near in beat, Mary swung Dean around and around to the song until they both collapsed in laughter.
John found them a few minutes later when he walked in the door, expecting to find lunch on the table. Scratching his head, he looked down at them, before scooping Dean up and helping Mary off the floor. Sometimes it was just better if he didn’t ask.
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No, he didn’t have many memories of before, but the sound of that song by the Beatles was always enough to make him smile sadly.
Characters: Dean, Sam, Mary, John Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: A song brings bittersweet memories.
Rating: G
Warnings: Heartstring tugging
Disclaimer: No one really belongs to me or I might be getting paid for writing my own stuff instead of borrowing others. I put them back all nice and neatly, I promise.
Author's Note: A couple of weeks ago I posted a Music Meme and
kaitlia777 requested Dean Winchester. Since he was extremely uncooperative about answering the meme, I got this out of him. Thanks to serenelystrange for checking this over and starhawk_writes for her hand holding like usual (even if she doesn't think she did anything).Dean didn’t have many memories of before…but one thing would always remind him…
Mary looked towards the doorway as the sound of feet carried over the music playing on the radio. She smiled as she caught sight of her older son leaning on the doorframe, one hand knuckling his eyes sleepily. “Hey, little man,” she said quietly. “Sleep well?” When he nodded, she crossed the room, scooping him up and settling him on her hip. “Hungry?” she asked. At a second nod, she swung him around, causing him to giggle. “So what will it be today, my fine gentleman? Ham, Swiss, turkey?”
“Peanut butter and jelly!” he exclaimed.
“Again?” she questioned. “And what jelly? Strawberry? Rhubarb?”
He made a face. “No, Mom. Grape!”
“He wants grape again, Sammy,” she told her other son. “Is he ever going to change?” Sam banged his spoon on his high chair tray in response, wide grin showing the two new teeth that had kept them up the prior night. “Gonna help me make it, Dean?” Mary asked as she pulled the ingredients out one-handed.
“I can do it myself,” Dean replied. “I’m big enough!”
Settling him on the stool by the counter, she handed him the knife. “Careful.”
His tongue peeking out of his mouth as he concentrated, Dean carefully spread peanut butter on one slice of bread, then jelly on the other. Mary watched over his shoulder to be sure he didn’t put too much on. “Mom, when’s Sammy gonna be big enough to eat peanut butter and jelly?” Dean asked as he put the sandwich together.
“Not for a few more years, sweetie.” She ran a hand down his hair. “But you’ll be able to teach him how to make his own when he’s ready.” She laughed as the music changed. “I love this song. Come on! Dance with me.” Taking the knife from him and setting it aside, she grabbed his hands, swinging him in a circle.
Dean laughed as he recognized “Can’t Buy Me Love” the song his mom had been singing a few days ago. As Sam laughed and banged on his highchair tray, nowhere near in beat, Mary swung Dean around and around to the song until they both collapsed in laughter.
John found them a few minutes later when he walked in the door, expecting to find lunch on the table. Scratching his head, he looked down at them, before scooping Dean up and helping Mary off the floor. Sometimes it was just better if he didn’t ask.
No, he didn’t have many memories of before, but the sound of that song by the Beatles was always enough to make him smile sadly.