Drabble: Snacktime
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ellerkayTitle: Snacktime
Characters: Mary, Dean, literal fetus Sam
Rating: Gen/G
Genre: Fluff, the wee-est of Weechesters
Word Count: 150
Disclaimer: All for fun, none for profit.
Summary: Heavily pregnant Mary takes a nap, only to be woken by Dean.
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_bigpretzel Drabbles Every Weekend - Character: Mary; Theme: Cooking
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Eight months pregnant and very tired, Mary left Dean playing with blocks on the kitchen floor while she lay on the sofa for a nap. The rooms adjoined; she’d hear him if he needed her. She didn’t sleep deeply these days anyway, thanks to the discomforts of pregnancy. And Dean was pretty steady for a toddler, puffed up with the anticipated responsibility of impending older brotherhood.
She startled awake awhile later when Dean shoved her shoulder, saying, “Mommy!”
“What is it, sweetheart?” she asked, blinking sleep from her eyes.
Beaming with pride, Dean held out a bowl. “I cooked for you and the baby!”
Mary peered at a mixture of raisins and dry oatmeal and smiled, resolving to check the child locks on the bottom cabinets. She fished out a raisin, popping it into her mouth.
“Thank you, Dean,” she said. “Sammy is lucky to have a brother like you.”
Characters: Mary, Dean, literal fetus Sam
Rating: Gen/G
Genre: Fluff, the wee-est of Weechesters
Word Count: 150
Disclaimer: All for fun, none for profit.
Summary: Heavily pregnant Mary takes a nap, only to be woken by Dean.
Prompt:
spn_bigpretzel Drabbles Every Weekend - Character: Mary; Theme: CookingRead on AO3
***
Eight months pregnant and very tired, Mary left Dean playing with blocks on the kitchen floor while she lay on the sofa for a nap. The rooms adjoined; she’d hear him if he needed her. She didn’t sleep deeply these days anyway, thanks to the discomforts of pregnancy. And Dean was pretty steady for a toddler, puffed up with the anticipated responsibility of impending older brotherhood.
She startled awake awhile later when Dean shoved her shoulder, saying, “Mommy!”
“What is it, sweetheart?” she asked, blinking sleep from her eyes.
Beaming with pride, Dean held out a bowl. “I cooked for you and the baby!”
Mary peered at a mixture of raisins and dry oatmeal and smiled, resolving to check the child locks on the bottom cabinets. She fished out a raisin, popping it into her mouth.
“Thank you, Dean,” she said. “Sammy is lucky to have a brother like you.”
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Date: 2019-11-04 04:36 pm (UTC)