Summery: This is a oneshot of my character Lindsey Winchester. It has nothing to do with hunting. John died and Mary is left to raise three children, Dean, Sam, and Little Lindsey. Mary witnesses Lindsey praying and what she hears makes tears fall from her eyes. Dean is 12, Sam is 9 and Lindsey is 5, though very little of Sam.

"Dean, Sam, Lindsey!" Mary Winchester yelled from the kitchen sink. "Time for bed!" she was doing dishes. She looked down at the plate she was rinsing and smiled. They had John's favorite meal tonight.

"Five more minutes!" Both Dean and Sam yelled at the same time.

"No! Now! Don't make me come in there!" she yelled drying the plate and emptying the water from the sink.

"Fine!" Dean yelled, and a couple seconds later she heard the TV turn off and two sets of feet run up the stairs.

She put the plate away and turned off the kitchen lights.

Earlier that Day

"Mommy, what you doing?" Lindsey asked coming into the kitchen.

"Making daddy's favorite meal." Mary answered cutting up carrots.

"Why are you making daddy's favorite meal?" the little girl asked sounding confused. Then her eyes lit up and she smiled. "Is daddy finally coming home?"

Mary stopped what she was doing and looked down at her daughter.

"Oh baby doll." Mary said picking Lindsey up and setting her down on the counter top. "Honey, daddy's not coming back."

"Where is he?"

"In a beautiful place called heaven."

"How long has he been gone?"

"A year today."

"Is that why you're making his favorite meal?"

"Yes honey."

"Can I help?"

She walked to the front door and locked it up. She would never forget that day she got the call about John.

It was a Saturday and Mary took the kids to the park to blow off some steam.

She barely made it to the phone before the answering machine got it.

That Day, One Year Ago\

"Hello?" Mary asked breathless, putting her purse and car keys on the counter.

"Mrs. Mary Winchester?"

"Yes, this is."

"This is Dr. Milgot. There was a car accident today your husband was involved in."

"Is he okay?" Mary asked nervously.

"I'm sorry. We need you to come in."

"I'll be there asap." She said hanging up the phone.

"Dean! Come here!" Mary yelled up the stairs. Dean came down the stairs looking at his mother weirdly. She was pacing and fiddling with her keys.

"Mom, what's the matter?" Mary looked up at her oldest.

"Nothing. I need you to watch Sam and Lindsey for me for a while. Okay?"

"Okay." Dean said as she left the house.

She drove to the hospital and asked for Dr. Milgot.

"Mrs. Winchester?" Mary turned around to see a doctor in his mid thirties. "Please follow me." Mary followed him. She started crying as they walked to the morgue.

They walked through more doors to a room. He opened the door and Mary fell against the wall looking at John, her John, laying dead on the table.

"Mrs. Winchester, is this your husband?"

"Yes." She barely whispered.

She walked into the living room and turned off the remaining lights down stairs then she made her way to her daughter's room.

Lindsey was kneeling on the floor at the side of her bed. Her eyes were squished shut and she held her hands together.

"Dear Lord, this is for my daddy." She looked down and rested her forehead against her hands. Mary lent against the door frame listening to her daughter. "It's been one year daddy and I really, really miss you. Mommy says not to worry and you're in a beautiful place called heaven. We had your favorite dinner tonight. I ate it all up." Lindsey made a disgusted face. "Even though I don't like carrots. I learned to swim this summer. I can even open my eyes while underwater." She opened her eyes and looked up, "Can't you see me?" She closed her eyes and looked back down, resting her forehead against her hands. "I started kindergarten this year. I even carry a picture of us in my Blues Clues lunchbox. You are the greatest daddy. I learned how to swing on the swing by myself!" she said excitedly. "Even though I miss you pushing me." She opened her eyes and looked back up. "Can't you see me?" she again closed her eyes and rested her forehead against her hands. She smiled and giggled. "I miss how you use to tickle me," she stopped smiling "and I try not to cry. Mommy says it's okay. I know you don't like it when I cry. You never wanted me to be sad. I try daddy, but it hurts." Mary covered her mouth with her hand as silent tears fell. "Is it true you're not coming home? Maybe some day I can visit you in heaven okay?" More tears fell from Mary's eyes thinking of how innocent her daughter is. "Its time for me to go to bed now. I sleep with my light on just in case you come home and kiss me goodnight. I love you so much and I miss you daddy. Goodnight." Mary pulled herself from the door frame and pushed herself against the wall as the little girl pulled herself up and got into bed. After a couple of seconds she heard Lindsey get out of bed and close her door.

There are many things Mary Winchester will never forget, meeting John, marrying John, having her babies, the phone call about John, and little Lindsey praying to her father. Those are the few of many memories she will never forget.