((I BET YOU ALL FORGOT THAT I ASKED FOR PROMPTS LIKE MONTHS AGO FOR SHORT FICS UNDER 1k. BECAUSE I SURE DID. Here, have 936 words of Dean/Ketch kidfic in a funeral home. Warning for minor character death))
Dean’s grandfather Henry owned afuneral home and Dean thought it was pretty much the coolest place inthe world. A lot of the other kids thought he was weird for hangingaround the funeral home all the time but what did they know? It wasan old converted mansion so it had a lot of rooms (that were superfun to play hide and seek in as long as the home wasn’t open to thepublic)
So when it came to the funeral ofMrs. Agatha Ketch of course Dean was going to do his best to bethere. She was some rich lady that had a mansion at the edge of town.Dean was vaguely aware that she had a son but he went to some fancyboarding school so he’d never met him.
The funeral was sort of beautiful ina way. They’d spared no expense so there were gigantic flowerarrangements everywhere and only the fanciest hors d'oeuvres. All therich people people were also parading around in their expensiveclothes.
Of course when that stuck up Hesslady started to fuss about the absence of Mrs Ketch’s son it wasDean that Henry Winchester sent in search of the boy. After all, Deanknew all the good hiding places in the funeral home.
He started upstairs because althoughmost of those rooms were off limits to the public there were stillgreat hiding places. Henry even gave Dean a set of keys in case theboy had managed to get into a locked room.
The search of the upstairs didn’tyield anything (though Dean did find some army men that him and Samhad lost last week) so he headed to the main level. He made sure tomove slowly through these rooms, saying “I’m sorry for your loss” to people when appropriate. But the missing boy didn’t seem to beanywhere in the funeral home.
There was only one place left tolook and that was the gardens out back. Sure it was kinda cold outbut there was nowhere else in the house to look. Dean grabbed hiscoat and headed out to the garden.
Near the back of the garden therewas a little bench tucked away with lattices covered in ivysurrounding it. Surely this was where the other boy was hiding. AsDean got closer to his favourite hiding spot he could hear the soundof someone sniffling.
When Dean finally rounded the cornerand saw the other boy everything he’d been preparing to say died onhis tongue. The boy looked miserable.
“Can I sit with you?” Dean askedand pointed at the bench. The other boy shrugged and Dean took thatas an invitation and sat. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Whatever.” The boy continued tostare at the ground.
Dean bit his lip as he consideredwhat to say. He’d watched his grandpa console a lot of grievingrelatives so surely Dean could think of something comforting to sayto this boy.
“She never had time for me andsent me away to school and now we won’t have time to do thingsbecause she went and DIED. I hate her.” The boy crossed his armsover his chest and scowled at the ground.
Dean knew the boy was upset and heprobably didn’t mean everything he was saying so he just let himfume for a while. Dean had probably said some pretty mean things toowhen his mom died. After a moment the boy let out a sigh and wentback to looking sad and miserable.
“Then why are you crying?” Deanasked tentatively.
“Because the other kids are goingto make fun of me at school for not having a mom.”
“Well, you can tell the other kidsthat I’m your boyfriend.” Dean shrugged.
The other boy turned watery eyes onDean and frowned. “What good would that do?”
Dean shrugged and kicked at the dirtin front of him. “Well, then they’d tease you for having aboyfriend and not because your mom’s dead.”
“And what would you know aboutbeing teased because your mom’s dead?” The boy sneered.
“Because, my mom’s dead too.”
They sat in heavy silence for awhile. Dean absently drew designs in the dirt with the toe of hisshoe and occasionally the other boy would let out wet sniffles.
“I’m sorry.” The boy said,voice small.
“It’s ok.” Dean looked overand gave the other boy a tentative smile. “It happened a few yearsago. It sucks but she’s with the angels and I know she’s watchingover me.”
“I don’t think my mom would dothat.” The boy frowned and stared down at his shoes.
“Well, if I ask my mom I’m sureshe’ll watch over you too.”
The other boy looked up and caughtDean’s eyes. For the first time he looked almost hopeful. He chewedon his lip for a moment before asking, “why are you being so nice?”
“Because it sucks being alone.”Dean said.
There was another moment of quietwhile the other boy studied him. “OK.” The boy finally said.
“OK, I’ll be your boyfriend…umm what is your name?”
“Dean, Dean Winchester.” Deangave the boy a dazzling smile.
“Arthur Ketch.” Arthur awkwardlystuck out his hand and they shook.
Arthur made a face. “That show’sdumb.”
Dean smiled “It is. I can alreadytell that you’re like 500 times cooler than him. Boyfriend.”
Arthur rolled his eyes but hecouldn’t help the smile.
