Disclaimer: Supernatural. No.

A/N: Hey guys! Here's a new story. It's going to chronicle the days of the Winchesters from the death of Mary and onward. Each chapter is a short (like, super short) one-shot.

Read, review, enjoy!

(.rebirth)

He's not sure if he would call it love so much as self-preservation.

Sam and Dean, well, they aren't ordinary. They have this relationship like fire, because that's where it started.

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[Dean is young. He was holding a football in his hands just hours before, and now he's melting. The house is on fire and the heat prickles against his skin but he looks the same, there are no marks.

He swears it's so hot he's dying.

He's got this bundle in his arms, a baby that is a third of his size and he should be too heavy a load for Dean. But the baby just leans into Dean's chest. Like they're melting, but they're melting together. And when they reach outside, the air blows them cold, solidifying their molten forms back to life and as one.]