Disclaimer: Dean, Sam & John Winchester belong to Eric Kripke and the CW. The rest are figments of my imagination.

Dean is 16

Sam is 12

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It was a Friday evening, a little over a week before Mother's Day. Sam and Dean were walking down street together, headed home after playing football in the park with some friends.

"Mrs. Anderson said that we are going to be making gifts for Mother's Day next week. I'm the only one in the class without a mom. She said I didn't have to do it, but I'll be the only one," said Sam.

"I know it sucks, doesn't it. A whole day to remind us that Mom's gone," said Dean sadly.

A silence now having fallen over them, they continued walking home. They didn't notice the figure across the street watching them. Of course, the fact that he was invisible would make it hard for them see him anyways. He had been watching them for several days now. He was interested in the older one. The younger one belonged to someone else. Someone even he didn't want to tangle with.

The memory demon wanted Dean. He could see the warrior heart that beat inside of Dean. His life force is strong. I can't wait to drain it from him the demon thought. He crossed the street and stood in front of Dean, who walked right through the demon. The demon scanned Dean's memory, looking for something he could use. I found it he thought.

Dean suddenly felt a cold chill run through his entire body. He looked around scanning the area, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Picking up his pace, he told Sam that they'd better hurry or they would be late for dinner.

The memory demon stood there, watching them walk a way, grinning to himself.

oooooOOOOooooo

That night Dean lay in bed tossing and turning in the middle of a nightmare. He was three years old and in a room with his mother. All he could feel was pain. So much pain. It was so unbearable that he couldn't help but cry.

"No Mommy, please. I'll be good. Please Mommy," pleaded three year old Dean.

He started screaming and crying from the most unbearable pain he had ever felt.

"Please Mommy stop," screamed out Dean.

Dean suddenly sat up in bed. What the hell was that thought Dean. He placed a hand on the small of his back and rubbed it. It was as if he could still feel the pain there. Dean glanced over at the clock. It was only 3:30 AM. It was Saturday and normally Dean liked to sleep in, unless he had to go hunting. However, Dean knew that he would not be going back to sleep. As he lay awake in bed, he could hear Sam's soft breathing in the next bed.

Dean spent the next several hours puzzling over his nightmare. He couldn't figure out what it meant, but it bothered him. He rarely had dreams of his mother anymore, but the ones he'd had previously were never like that. Was his mother really hurting him? He thought about telling his dad about the nightmare, but decided against it. His dad would just get mad at him for even thinking that about his mother.

oooooOOOOooooo

Several hours later Dean headed downstairs for breakfast. He was still puzzled by his nightmare.

John was surprised when he walked into the kitchen and saw Dean at the table eating a bowl of cereal. Dean was always the last one to get up. John practically had to drag him out of bed most mornings. However, here was Dean siting at the table. John couldn't help but notice the dark circles under Dean's eyes.

"Morning Dad," said Dean.

"Morning son. You're up early. Is everything okay? Did you sleep well last night?" asked a concerned John

"Everything's fine," said Dean involuntarily shuddering at the memory of his nightmare.

"If you're cold, you can turn up the heat," said John.

"I'm fine," said Dean getting up from the table.

After putting his dirty bowl in the sink, Dean quickly exited the kitchen. He couldn't take being in the same room as his father right now. He went back to his bedroom. Sam was now awake.

"Oh my god, Dean up early on a Saturday. What's wrong with this picture?" said Sam with a laugh.

Dean just glared at Sam. He certainly wasn't going to tell Sam about the nightmare that kept him up most of the night.

"I bet you're probably just too excited about your big date with Janine Blake tonight," said Sam.

Dean smiled as thoughts of Janine filled his head. She was a pretty brunette girl, a year ahead of Dean in school, with curves in all the right places. Oh yeah, Dean was pretty stoked about his date with Janine.

oooooOOOOooooo

A day of chores and training kept Dean pretty busy. He had little time to think about what happened the night before, which suited him just fine.

John couldn't help but notice how quiet Dean had been all day. He seemed a little off in his training. John questioned him about, but all Dean did was apologize and promise to do better next time. John knew something was off, but decided to let it slide for now.

Dean was in the bathroom getting ready for his date. Sam was standing in the doorway talking to him.

"So are you going to get to second base tonight?" asked Sam.

"What would you know about that?" asked Dean with a chuckle.

"Roger Norville told me about it yesterday during recess. He said its when a guy…" Sam started.

"Sammy, I'm not going to have this discussion with you," said Dean.

Just then the doorbell rang interrupting their conversation. Dean raced downstairs and opened the door. Man, Janine looks hot tonight thought Dean. He invited her in while he went to let his dad know he was leaving. Just before he left, he suggested to his dad that he have a certain talk with Sam that night. There were just some things that Dean felt his dad should explain to Sam.

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Dean and Janine were going to the movies that night. Dean wanted to see this new movie out called Beavis & Butthead do America, but Janine insisted that they see the English Patient.

Halfway through the movie Dean's lack of sleep caught up with him and he fell asleep. He slept peacefully for a little while, then the nightmare started again.

Dean was in a room with his mother. All he could feel was pain searing across his lower back. Dean was sobbing. The pain was unending.

"Please, Mommy. Don't. Please Mommy. I'll be good," pleaded the little boy to no avail.

The pain continued. Dean kept on pleading with his mother to stop hurting him.

"It has to be done," said Mary in a firm tone of voice.

The credits had begun rolling when Janine turned to Dean. She couldn't believe that he could sleep through such a great movie. She leaned over and starting shaking his shoulder gently to wake him. It didn't work. She shook it a little harder. Dean woke with start.

"Don't touch me!" yelled Dean not realizing where he was.

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