Mommy Winchester

Part 2

"So you're going to be okay staying with Nancy and Fred?" you worry, crouching down to your sons height. "I only have to run back to the office for a few things, and then I'll be right back, I promise!"

"It's okay, Mommy," he gives you his toothy grin. "Nancy is gonna make cookies!"

The older woman chuckles, her hands resting lightly on your sons shoulders. All of her grandchildren lived far away, so she tends to spoil Cail any chance she gets; which meant cookies every other week that made you take him pretty constantly to the dentist in case of cavities, and extended shopping sprees with lots of new toys to cover your living room floor.

"Fred and I will take good care of him while you're away, Samantha, don't worry," your neighbor clucks at you as you rise to your feet. "We always do."

"I know," you sigh, absently running your fingers through his hair, a habit you'd picked up through the years and couldn't seem to make yourself stop. "But with that awful - thing happening to that man," you won't say murder in front of your son, "I'm just so worried -."

"Oh, we all are," Nancy shudders, shaking her head. "That type of thing doesn't happen around here, not at all! Lucky those agents are here, isn't it?"

You stiffen. "Agents?"

"Oh yes, the FBI ones. They came around a few days ago asking questions, asking if we've seen anything. The shorter one has a crush on you I think," Nancy whispers conspiratorially. "He asked quite a bit about you."

"Like what?" You ask, gazing at her.

Why was Dean asking your neighbors about you?

"Oh, just how long you'd been in town, if you liked it here, if you were seeing anyone," she gives you the look you knew so well. "You should see if he'd like your number some time, Samantha."

Oh dear god.

Nancy was always trying to set you up with someone, from Cail's T-ball coach, who also happens to be the sheriff, to the town librarian. It was a never ending cycle of her trying to hook you up with the towns eligible bachelors.

But you had decided long ago you would never date anyone, never become serious with them.

So you just shake your head.

"Finding a man is the least of my worries," you tell her, going for a light tone. "I have enough of one to handle at home."

Cail gives you an impish grin as he gazes up at you, standing between you and Nancy. He loves you so much, there wasn't a fantasy in his childish mind that didn't involve you somehow; from you making the evil queen go to time out, to you telling the scary monster in his closet that it was time for bed and not to scare him so he could sleep.

You were his mother.

You meant everything to him.

Especially since he didn't know his father.

You glance back as the streetlights come on, and quickly press a kiss to your sons forehead before backing off the porch, waving at your neighbors as you take off down the street.

You saw no point in driving your car, you could be at work in fifteen minutes walking; the town was very small, everything was within walking distance, so unless you were a farming family, there was almost no point in driving in town.

You sigh as you start down the street, your hands slipping into your coat pockets.

Nancy and Fred had just got home from visiting their children down down south, and it was nice to have them back. You'd taken care of their place for them while they'd been gone, and as a thank you Nancy had actually baked you a cake.