All The Stories In The World

Astraphobia

Warnings: Mentions of thunder and lightning, descriptions of panic, neglectful father figure, mentions of frogs, child sitting on window sill, mentions of leaving a horrible spouse

A/N: Please do not drink rain water. There can be many things wrong with it such as it being acidic or toxic. Also forgive my weird ass writing habits. :/

Boom

Mr. and Mrs. Winchester lay on there bed. Both facing opposite directions. The thunder lulling Mrs. Winchester into a peaceful sleep while Mr. Winchester falls into a deep slumber after a long day.

Down the little hallway, in the second door on the left lies their daughter. Salem was only 4. Terrified of thunder and knowing that if she called for her mother she would wake up her dad as well and he wouldn't be happy.

Ba-boom

A squeal erupts her mouth as she scrambles to hide under her blanket.
Little did she know that her mother had become sensitive to any sense of danger that anyone felt when in this house.

Tiredly crawling out of bed she slips on her slippers when her husbands are laced around her.

"Don't leave."

"Salem needs me. Let me go."

"She's fine. She'll get over it." Mr. Winchester had venom in his sleepy voice.

"She's never going to get over it if someone doesn't show her that there's no reason to be afraid. Now let me go." Pushing her husband's arm off she walks to her daughter's room.

Opening the door she finds her dear sweet daughter trembling under the covers for her bed. "Honey, tell me what's wrong." She whispers lovingly.

Salem crawls out from under the covers towards her mother. "I'm scared."

Boom

Salem shrieks as she frantically crawls into her mother's lap. Clutching tightly to her nightgown.

"Shhh. It's okay. Thunder is just noise and lightning is just electricity. Both are beautiful. Did you know that?" Mrs. Winchester runs her daughter's back as comfort.

Rubbing her face into her mother's nightgown, Salem makes a noise almost like a quiet 'no.'

"Come here and let me show you the beauty of it, my little fairy."

Leading Salem to the window, Mrs. Winchester opens the shutters. She puts her hands just outside to catch some rain water. Bringing her hands back inside the window she raises them to her mouth to drink. "Delicious."

Salem stares up at her mother in wonder. She always noticed how her mother looked brighter on rainy days than she did on sunny ones.

"Mommy? Can I try?"

"Sure, Sweety." Love laced through her voice as she picks up Salem and sets her on the window sill.

Cupping her hands to catch the water Salem begins to laugh as the little frog on the outside of sill. It bounces around happily in the water seemingly smiling.

"Mommy! Look at the froggy!" She giggles excitedly accidentally spilling the water on her legs. She didn't even notice the water on her little nightgown.

"Are you afraid now?"

"No!"

It would be within the next few months that Mrs. Winchester realized that Mr. Winchester was a horrible father. Moving out and becoming Ms. Alaundi again. She took Salem with her.

As the years went on and Salem got older. When Salem reached her 12th birthday her mother introduced her to Ms. Duschenne.

The two had fallen in love and Ms. Alaundi was at first afraid to tell Ms. Duschenne of her daughter but once it was revealed the love still remained.

Ms. Duschenne helped Ms. Aluandi raise Salem as if she was her own and they grew old together in love.

To this day their favorite story to tell at family dinners was how Salem grew to love the rain.