HEY JUDE, A Supernatural Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Supernatural, and neither do I own a witty disclaimer to put in this space.

A/N: Just a drabbly oneshot I came up with halfway through the night :) I hope you all had a lovely Christmas/Hanukkah/other celebration/no celebration at all ! Reviews would be muchly appreciated :D

Dean's first memory is of his mom. Or at least, that's what he tells people. In actuality, he doesn't remember his mother at all.

He used to remember, years ago. He used to remember her face and her smell and her touch. They way she'd sing the Beatles to him when he couldn't sleep.

He's told so many people. He's even told himself. He's sung himself to sleep with Hey Jude. Sung Sammy to sleep as well. And slowly, his original memories were replaced. Replaced with the stories he'd told so many times.

"Mom used to sing us the Beatles."

He no longer remembers, but he remembers telling Sam. Teaching him the words to Hey Jude.

So no, his first memory is not of his mom. The earliest thing he actually remembers is HOT HOT GET OUT MOM DAD TAKE SAMMY HOT BURN HOT.

But whether he does actually remember, or whether his mind has simply fabricated the memory from the stories he's told himself, he'll never quite know.

The real question he asks himself, in the middle of the night when he can't sleep and thirty-three years old is way too old to sing himself to sleep with the Bealtles, is: does he want to know?

FIN.