Snippet's Twenty-One: Mother's Day

Dean woke up early on Sunday morning.  He tiptoed down to the kitchen with a curious angel right behind him.  He opened the refrigerator and took out butter and milk.   He went to the pantry and got cereal and bread.

He looked at the coffee maker and frowned.  He didn’t know how to make coffee.  Dean poured the Captain Crunch cereal into a bowl and popped bread into the toaster.  He went back to the refrigerator and got out the apple juice.  The toast popped up and he buttered it.  Placing the toast on a plate, he poured milk on the cereal.  The young man put the drink, cereal, and toast on a tray.  It was not an easy walk up the stairs with everything sliding on the tray. 

When he reached his parents’ room, he put the tray on the floor and opened the bedroom door.  His daddy was asleep on his left side.  He could see his mommy’s large tummy.  Dean picked up the tray and walked to her side of the bed.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy.”

John Winchester sat up quickly and looked at his son.  He grinned and watched the look on Mary’s face.  There was spilt milk and cereal on the tray.  The apple juice had spilt onto the toast.  The cereal was Dean’s favorite; not Mary’s. 

Dean’s mom looked at the food and smiled at her son.

“Thank you, Dean.  This is beautiful.”

The young Winchester bounced up and down as his mommy took the tray and ate the meal.  He went back to his room and played with his Legos.  Castiel smiled at him.  Dean was good son.