Title: Good News
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Characters: Missouri Mosely, Dean Winchester
fic_variations Prompt: cajole (#2)
tamingthemuse Prompt: Emerge
Content Warning: Vague Season 5 spoilers.
Summary: Missouri always knew about Dean.
Author’s Notes: I was watching “Home” this morning, and the idea popped into my head. And I’m determined to finish my fic_variations claim this month. *fist pump*
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernautral. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Dean Winchester was not his father’s son.
He liked to believe he was, sure, probably because it was the only way to get what little affection John Winchester had to offer, but Dean wasn’t anything like John. She knew it from the moment they pulled up to her shop in Lawrence all those years ago. There was that cover of cockiness and stubbornness that he could have gotten from John, but underneath it all, there was just a scared little boy who was trying to put into the world what he got out of it. And well, if the world was just going to give him monsters and hellspawn that only reached out to kill, then he would just kill ‘em all right back. They could take, but he would take back.
Missouri always knew about Dean. Sam was much more obvious, to be sure. There was something dark and terrible inside that boy, something he couldn’t control that was waiting to emerge, and if he wasn’t careful would swallow him whole. She knew that as soon as she realized how powerful he was, something John already knew. But Missouri knew about Dean, too. There was something about him that was just a bit more subtle, just a bit softer. To John, she would just chalk it up to the part of him that was Mary, but even Missouri knew that there was more to it than that. There was something bright inside him, a sign that there were rough roads ahead on those shoulders, but she couldn’t even tell what those were or where they were leading. That brightness, however, was something she would never tell John. Never. Because she knew John Winchester. She knew the way his soldier’s mind worked, the way it believed in acceptable sacrifices, and if she told John what she knew about his boys, then well—the boys would be the ones paying the price.
As dark and terrible as whatever happening to Sam was, she just couldn’t bear to do that to him. Not this time.
Now, though, John was gone and the time had come and that bright light that used to sit inside Dean was tarnished, skewed by time in a place that Missouri couldn’t even begin to imagine, but the light was still there. She had never really had the chance to look at it before, being the subtle thing that it was, and it was no less great or terrible than his brother, but there was something else to it as well. A hard edge that was meant to be comforting—it didn’t make any sense, but Missouri was used to that. Nothing ever made sense about the Winchesters. Especially given the fact that Dean was standing at her front door, without Sam, and looking as though stepping through her threshold was crossing a line he couldn’t go back on.
“How did you find me?”
He was quiet for a moment, eyes down at his feet, and he gave her half a smirk before straightening again. “What? Didn’t see me coming?”
It was then that she remembered why the damn smartass aggravated her so much. “Boy, don’t you be a smartass with me.” She swallowed hard before stepping away from the door. “Get in.” He blinked at her for a moment, before she rolled her eyes. “Now, Dean. What did you think I was going to have you freeze on the porch all night?”
“Thought had crossed my mind,” he said with a bit of a smirk as he made his way inside. She gave him a look before smacking him upside the head as he walked in.
“Gonna let all the heat out,” she sighed as she closed the door behind him. Dean slowly made his way inside, sitting down on the edge of the couch, and Missouri watched him for a moment, rubbing her arms idly under her shawl before taking a step forward and sitting down in the armchair across from him. “What are you doing here, Dean?”
He was quiet for a minute, his fingers turning the silver ring on his finger, before he looked at her, eyes shining with the need for some kind of reassurance. Something John would have given him if John were here, but he wasn’t. Dean was coming to her, and she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to tell him, but given everything that was resting on his shoulders she were more than willing to try. “I need answers. Just—anything.”
“In order to give you answers, Dean, I need to know what the question,” she said softly, giving him a bit of a smirk to let him know that she was teasing, and he laughed before nodding.
“Right, of course.” He was quiet again for a moment, and his eyes fell before actually spoke. “Are me and Sam gonna make it out of this? I mean—can you see that far ahead?”
She knew what she could see, and it wasn’t pretty. It was bleak and dark there were a lot of things around the edges that were unclear, but this wasn’t what Dean needed to hear. “It’s not going to be easy, Dean. You know that already.”
“I know that. This is the Apocalypse, Missouri. I know this isn’t going to be easy. But—I just need to know there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. That there’s some chance that we can do this.”
“You don’t need me for that, Dean.” She reached forward, placing a hand on his knee to get him to look at her. “That’s all in here. There is a reason that the prophecies say what they do about you. There’s a reason the angels need you.”
“Yeah, sure—to haul around their big daddy angel while he does what he needs to do. And frankly, from the angels I’ve met? That doesn’t seem like a great way to go.”
“Dean, honey, you listen to me.” She got up moving so that she was resting her weight on the table in front of him. “The prophecy says that the righteous man is the only one who can stop it. Man, not angel. If there is a way out of this, and I’m sure there is, you’ll be able to find it. It’s just a matter of looking in the right places.”
Dean nodded, letting out a breath slowly, before looking up at her again. “I should be getting back. Sam’s probably wonderin’ where I went.”
She nodded slowly, getting up with him and walking him back to the door. “Tell Sam I said hello.”
“I will,” he replied, before reaching over and giving her hand a squeeze before heading out the door. “Thanks, Missouri.”
“You’re welcome, honey.”
As she watched him walk back down towards his car, she couldn’t help but see how amazingly time and circumstance could change a person, and while Dean was a little more broken than the last time she saw him, but there was still that person there. The man who would hack away at a door with an axe until it gave in order to save his baby brother, save anyone really, from a poltergeist without a second thought for himself. That was the kind of man needed to save the world. And maybe she didn’t know how things were going to pan out, and she might not have been able to tell him the truth, but at least she was able to tell him something. After all, people didn’t come to her for the truth.
They came for good news.