Oh, Beth, this-this was just so heartbreaking. I've always been fascinated by little Dean not speaking. And your added bit about him not eating makes sense and is equally enthralling. Nice work.

Another awesome chapter. (sigh) These beginning chapters are so bittersweet. I love the glimpses of the boys even before they were born.

You see, this is why the first two were so bittersweet. The grief is palpable. I love the image of them just huddled clinging to each other because John doesn’t really know what else to do. So sad.

I got an update for this and, I'm ashamed to say I must have opened it without realising and then forgotten about it. *hangs head*

But I'm here, I read it, and it's good, so I'm looking forward to more.

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*Sniffles*

Aw, that was so sad! Well done! :D

Sob...You did a wonderful chronology of the Winchesters early years. The emotions, too, moved with the timing, from joyful, happy, unfettered, to sad, bitter, grief-ridden. Again, you hit all the right notes here and I felt my heart break. It broke with joy and wistfulness with the joy and happiness and then broke again with the unfair tragedy that we now know was inevitable, robbing Dean of his innocence and boyish joy for life, but never taking away the loving, protective big brother that his mother instilled in him. Sigh. Wonderful!

Okay, HILARIOUS again! You are SO hitting all the right notes with Dean for me. I can so see him being protective and so excited about having a little brother. It would explain a lot about Dean's connection to Sam and how close Mary thought they would be. I love the idea that Sam would react to hearing Dean's voice. There's something ultimately sweet about the idea.

Lovely!

THIS was HILARIOUS! I can so see Dean being the pie lover that he is from the womb. It was so endearing to think of Dean in Mary's womb, to hear them talk about their first child and first son with normal love and expectation. I LOVE it!

How sad. I think you captured really well the way death taints everything, even neutral pleasures like food, and how enjoying anything seems a betrayal of a lost loved one. Dean's grief was very palpable even without his saying a word. Sad but true.

sighs...I knew it would come...

John got over that "never broke a promise" thing, didn't he. Huh.

This was heart-wrenching. First fic I've read about the first Thanksgiving after the fire. Very sad to see the intense grief. The picture in my mind of Dean leaning against his dad is beautiful, tho.

Beautifully written, my dear. *sniff*

Great story. It's cool that Dean's love of pie comes from his mother, and Dean being worried that Sam would be bigger than him was cute.

Poor John trying to deal with the holidays and Mary's death. That must have been tough.

Heartbreaking, of course. I think you do an excellent job with how John must have been feeling - in fact, how all the boys would have been feeling. Nicely canon as well. I love how you incorporate the strength of the sense memory caused by smell...

A real lump-in-the-throat chapter there. You got perfectly the grief of the Winchesters in the aftermath of the fire which took Mary. And John agreeing to the request of well-meaning friends didn't help any. This line said it all - He wanted to yell, wanted to cry, wanted to be anywhere but there, trying to choke down turkey and memories too sweet to forget but too bitter to swallow. And on top of all his grief, and everything smelling and tasting like smoke to him, he had two upset little boys to contend with - Dean not talking, and Sammy fussy, missing his mum. Loved though that touch was the comfort he gave them as there were no words to ease the pain, but the physical contact was both protective and stabilising for them.

Great ending, John making that promise, leading them into the life of hunting the supernatural, although he didn't know it at the time.

Yet another great one-shot, you rock these short stories!