He Will Be Loved

Chapter 1: When We Were Young

Summary: You've known Dean Winchester since you were born. The two of you are best friends living just across the street from each other. Beginning on the afternoon before Mary's death and the beginning of the Winchester story.

Warnings: Young Dean, Death, Young Love, Fluff, Best Friends, John Winchesters

Word Count: 1,036

Gif Credit: gfycat

"Y/N! Dean!" Your dad called from the front porch. "Come inside, it's time for dinner!"

"Aww, Dad!" You whined, looking up at him through wide eyes. "Dean and I are still playing! Can we just have a little longer?"

"Please, Mr. Y/L/N." The cute boy next door asked, giving your dad a sweet grin.

Your dad let out a chuckle and a sigh. "Fine. I'll be back in five minutes, and you're going to have to come inside when I call."

"Okay, Daddy!" You squealed with joy as you grabbed your best friend's hand and ran back to the playset in your backyard.

You had known Dean as long as you could remember. He was only a few months older, but he never let you forget it. He and his parents lived in the big white house directly across the street. Your parents got along really well with his, so they came over often and always brought your favorite playmate with. After the birth of your little banshee of a brother your parents never really paid too much attention to you, but when Dean came over, he always made you smile and feel special. You tried to do the same for him since he had a baby brother too.

"Come on, Y/N! I'll catch you!" Dean called from the bottom of the slide, his arms open wide.

Without hesitation, you launched yourself down the slide, giggling the whole way. He reached out, his hands gripping your waist, but the momentum of your launch was too much. He lost his footing and the two of you crashed into each other, splaying onto the ground in a laughing heap.

"You said you'd catch me!" You stuck your tongue out at him.

"That's it!" He laughed mischievously. "I'm gonna getcha!"

"No!" You scream/giggled, running effortlessly out of his reach and bolting up onto the playset.

You played this game of cat and mouse with your best friend until your dad returned to the porch and called you both inside. Dean grabbed your hand and pulled you inside.

"Come on, Y/N! Mom brought pie!"

"Yay!" You held his hand tightly until you were back in the warmth of your home.

Dinner and desert were delicious, and once all was said and done, John and Mary took Dean and Sam back home. Dad cleaned up dinner while Mom took you off to the tub for a bath and got you situated in your pjs for bedtime. She and Dad tucked you in with a short story and a kiss on your forehead before closing the door and allowing you to drift off to sleep. Little did you know that your rest would only last for a short while.

BANG BANG BANG!

The pounding on the door woke you from your slumber, and you grabbed your sheets, pulling them over your head to hide from whatever scary thing was going bump in the night. You could hear your parents shuffle past your room, asking what could possibly be knocking at the door at this time of night.

"Dean?" You heard your mother ask through the door. "What's going on? Why do you have Sam?"

"Oh my God, John!" Your dad boomed.

Hearing the worry in your parents voices, you threw the blanket off and bolted out of bed, wanting to see what was going on. When you got to the kitchen, your mom was there, holding onto Sam and trying to talk to Dean. He just sat there, a blank stare on his face.

"Dean?" You cooed, coming up to his side at the table. When he didn't answer, you looked out the dining room window, your eyes immediately locking on to the giant blazing fire where Dean's house should be.

"Give him some time, Baby," Your mom said gently. "Just be here for him, okay? I'm going to go put Sam in Danny's crib and let him rest."

"Okay, Mommy."

As soon as she was out of the room, Dean turned to look out the window at the fire, tears filling his eyes. "My mom is dead, Y/N."

You hopped up on the chair your mom had been in and leaned forward to wrap him in a hug. He turned into you, laying his head on your shoulder as he began to shake with sobs. You just held him and hummed the lullaby your mom sang to you when you had nightmares. As your mom came back to the kitchen, your dad called her from the front lawn, asking for help bringing John inside. You continued to hum to Dean as the fire trucks showed up and doused the flames, declared Mary dead, and John let out a cry of agony.

The Winchester boys stayed at your house for a week after Mary died, but the atmosphere was so different now. John was sad, but he was more angry than anything. You heard him arguing with your dad a few times about going after the demon that had killed his wife. Your dad, being a hunter as well, urged him not to go after that thing. He should focus on the boys, your dad said. Dean wasn't talking to any of the adults during that time, just you. He was so heartbroken at the loss of his mom, anytime he referred to her, tears fell from his pretty green eyes. He told you that he saw Mary burning on the ceiling in Sam's room, but he didn't want his dad to know. He had to be strong for his dad, and for Sammy, so you weren't allowed to tell. At the end of the week, John was packing the boys into his Impala and you sobbed in your mom's arms as you waved Dean goodbye.

That night, you were still crying as your parents tucked you in.

"Mommy?" You sniffled.

"Yes, Baby?" She asked, her voice sad and tired.

"Will we see Dean ever again?" You questioned, your lower lip poking out.

"I don't know how long it will be, Baby, but I think we'll see them again."

"I hope so," You whimpered as you let your eyes drift shut and sleep overtake you.

That's all for now! Sorry it was so short! I'm working fast and furiously to give you more! Let me know what you think! I hope you loved it!