Healing (Joyce Summers/Dean Winchester)
A/N: Hey everyone. This is a series of contributions to the FFAs and I hope you’ll enjoy them.
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Running delicate fingers through thick, blonde hair, cradling his head and enveloping into her warm, motherly arms, Joyce’s heart nearly broke to an extent she didn’t think possible as she saw the traces of silent tears that had earlier been running down Dean’s face.
When she’d first gotten the phone call, she was fruitlessly continuing her pursuit to fix her sink. At first she’d thought to leave it be and star 69 later, but accepting that she was really going nowhere, she’d finally answered.
The instant she’d heard the shaky voice of her brother-in-law, struggling hopelessly to stall an explanation, Joyce had gone into an instant panic. When John finally revealed that her beloved sister had died in a fire, she’d nearly let the phone drop from her now trembling hands. Admittedly confused, that didn’t stop her from taking care of the now motherless boys when John had said that he needed to see someone named Missouri Mosley. Now, holding the small boy who’d been forced to grow up far too fast, she couldn’t begin to imagine the pain of losing someone in such a tragedy.
Now, with dried tears staining their faces, for surely they had none left in them, Joyce held the small boy with a motherly touch, and Dean relished in the only comfort he’d had since a monster took his childhood.