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tigriswolfTitle: I wanna grow something wild and unruly
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Prompt: When Dean is four, he finds a dragon's egg in the back yard. Mommy shows him how to hatch it out.
Notes: AU; pre-series; title from the Dixie Chicks
Dedication: irnan, on the occasion of the anniversary of her birth
irnan, on the occasion of the anniversary of her birth She’s in the kitchen, preparing Dean’s lunch—ham and cheese sandwich, no crust, small cup of apple juice, half a banana, and two chocolate chip cookies—when he comes bouncing in, something cradled in his hands.
“Lookit what I found, Mommy!” he says, eyes shining, face lit up like when he first met the neighbor’s lab puppy.
Mary crouches, expecting a frog or roly-poly, even a small garter snake. He’s come home with all those before, and more.
But no. In her son’s small, dirt-covered hands is an off-white, pulsing dragon Egg.
Mary mutters a very nasty four-letter word and Dean gasps, “Mommy!”
After taking the Egg from Dean and sitting him down to lunch, Mary goes back outside and stares at it.
A dragon Egg. Here.
It pulses, gleaming brightly. It’s so close to hatching… she should call someone, Martin or Marianne, or even Father. The Recall had always been their job. Mary was only a Finder, searching out the Eggs.
“Mommy,” Dean yells, rushing back outside, cookie crumbs on his shirt. “Is the baby out?”
She scoops him up, holding him back. “No, Dean,” she says. “Don’t touch it.”
He pouts at her. “I found it.”
Mary cocks her head. “How, Dean?” she asks.
He shrugs, looking back at the Egg. “I was jus’ diggin’ and then I found it.” He squirms, trying to get down. “C’mon, Mommy,” he says. “It’s not gonna hurt us!”
She reaches out with her right hand, tilting his chin up to meet her eyes. “How do you know that, sweetling?” Her voice is soft.
He blinks those large eyes identical to her own. “’cause it’s tellin’ me.”
Mary sighs. Of course, her life could never be simple.
She lets Dean carry the Egg in, gently like something precious. He whispers to it, rubbing it clean with the damp cloth she gives him, then makes it a small nest of towels. He settles next to the Egg on his bed, and Mary leans against the doorway.
She really should have known escape wouldn’t last.
Dean falls asleep, one hand on the Egg. That’s the final piece of evidence: Dean is not just a Finder, or a Recaller. He’s Bonded.
“Ah, shit,” she whispers, placing one hand on Dean’s forehead, the other touching the Egg. “I wanted your life to be simple, sweetling.”
She kisses him gently and leaves, to wait for John.
The past has come calling, and he needs to be prepared.
The Egg hatches over a year after Dean finds it. He never wavered in his faith that it would, and Mary is so proud of her boy. He spent any time he could with the Egg, talking to it, reading it stories(as best he could), and asking questions. She knows he actually heard answers.
She’s proud of John, too. He showed the depth of his love by accepting her wild tales of dragons and staying.
They are all three there when the Egg hatches and a small, wet, emerald green dragonet forces its way out.
“Hey, Sammy,” Dean says softly, holding out a hand. The dragon chirps and stumbles its way over to him; Dean gently picks it up.
Dean turns to Mary and John, smiling bright enough to light up the world. “I got a lil’ brother!”
John’s mouth is slack in shock. Mary kneels down in front of her baby boy and kisses his forehead. “Let’s get Sammy some food, huh?”
Dean nods excitedly. “He wants milk, Mommy. And somethin’ called viniesen?”
“Venison,” Mary corrects, standing back up. “Deer.” She walks past John, Dean carefully following. “Get some towels please, honey? We’ll be in the kitchen.”
John blinks. “A dragon.”
Mary smiles.
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Date: 2008-05-29 05:36 am (UTC)(I can't wait to get season 3 - that bit where Mary recognised the yellow-eyes demon is bugging me, because I want to know *why* already!)
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Date: 2008-05-30 12:04 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-05-29 06:04 am (UTC)*flails*
*loves you*
*memories*
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Date: 2008-05-30 12:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-29 09:14 am (UTC)And i like how Mary has a history behind this story. Like she obviously has knowledge that we aren't aware of.
Really good! Loved it =D
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Date: 2008-05-31 01:42 pm (UTC)I don't know how you do it, but when you write domestic!Winchesters, or wee!Winchesters, I just melt. This is no different.
*smishes the cute, sweet story*
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Date: 2008-06-02 01:56 am (UTC)Sam would make a good dragon. Maybe dragons can shapeshift to look human? *merrily imagines a whole 'verse*
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Date: 2008-06-02 03:22 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-06-04 11:30 am (UTC)And lol that Dean called the dragon Sammy!
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Date: 2011-04-14 01:57 am (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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