Dean's Angel Chapter 3
Chapter 3
June 15th, 1984
Dean talked after that. Not as much as he should have been at five, but he was talking to everybody again. Well, everyone except Mary. She knew he could still see and hear her since he would sometimes sit and watch what she was doing, curious eyes trailing after her movements. If no one was looking, he would even nod yes or no if she asked him something. But he didn't risk talking to her.
A few times, mostly when they were with other hunters that Dean didn't know, he would completely ignore her, would pretend like he couldn't see or hear her at all. Mary had never felt more invisible then when John was visiting Daniel Elkins.
He stayed there for two months and Dean didn't even look at me once while they were there. Mary couldn’t help but be damn proud of her son. He was doing what he needed to do to survive in this world. All Elkins talked about was how if something was supernatural, you kill it - no questions asked.
If Mary hadn't known better she never would have thought that Dean wasn't normal; he was that good at hiding it now. Even though she knew why Dean did it, it still hurt.
~Supernatural~
August 4th, 1984
John and the boys were staying at a motel in the middle of nowhere while John was looking for a new hunt. Dean was sitting on the sofa with Sammy and was "reading" him a story. Dean's version of the three little pigs was much funnier than what was in the book, so Sam wasn't complaining. Mary turned around to go in the kitchen to check how John was doing, but all of a sudden she found herself standing in the living room at home. In Lawrence.
"Hello, Mary. We need to talk," came a deep voice from behind her.
Mary spun around, coming face to face with a tall man dressed in a dark suit and a tan trench coat. He had dark hair and the bluest eyes she had ever seen.
"Who, or what, are you? Are you a reaper? Because if you are I'm not going with you!" she said and slowly started to back away from him.
"My name is Castiel and I'm an angel of the lord."
Mary blinked. This was the angel that was always talking to Dean when he was younger? The angel that abandoned her son when he needed a friend the most?
"Some angel you are. Dean needed you! He called out to you every night and you couldn't as much as come to explain to him why you left? It was a hell of a coincidence that you disappeared the night that I died, don't you think? So why would I want to talk to you?"
"I wanted to go to Dean, believe me. But it was forbidden. Dean was never supposed to see me in the first place. Dean was never supposed to die on his first birthday, but for some reason unknown to us, he did. I was sent to investigate what happened and to fix it. I never found out what happened. All we know is that Dean could suddenly communicate with the dead. Something, as you know, he should not be able to do." Mary’s eyes narrowed but she could see that the angel believed everything he was saying. However, it still didn't explain everything.
"But after all that time of letting him see you when it was forbidden, why did you stop visiting him after the fire? Why choose then?"
"Because I received orders to stop. His life was progressing on the right track, even with his powers. However, now you are throwing him off track again. Dean will never become the hunter he's meant to be if he never truly loses you. We can't let you see Dean again. I am sorry Mary."
"What do you mean I can't see him again? He needs me. They all need me! I need to teach him about all the danger that is out there. John has no clue how to protect them from it all..."
"Dean will know more about all the dangers in the dark than you will ever know, Mary. But he won't learn it from you. You will not see him again."
"Yes, he will! I can't just walk out on him now. Dean just got better... it will ruin everything if I leave him now."
"Dean will become accustomed to people walking out on him, I'm afraid. That will be the reason he will do anything to keep his family close to him. Right now he believes that if people die, he can still talk to them, see them, be with them. He doesn't try as hard to save them as he would if he believed he couldn't see them ever again. That is why you need to disappear on him, Mary. He needs to learn that dead people always go away eventually, that he has to keep them alive if he wants them to stay with him."
Mary swallowed hard, shaking her head at the ‘angel’ before her. Castiel was talking as if he knew everything about Dean, knew everything that was going to happen to him in the future.
"So what, I'm just supposed to go to Heaven with you then? When I know my family is in danger?" She yelled at him, her voice breaking as she stared in disbelief.
"No, I want you to stay here. This place is important and I need you to stay here to protect it. Maybe you can try to find out what happened to Dean in his nursery. We know what happened to Sam, but we need to know what happened to Dean as well. We searched everywhere but maybe you will see something that we didn't.” Castiel paused, his eyes trailing over the empty room before he continued, his voice soft. “This really is what is best for Dean. He will avenge you by killing the demon, Azazel. He will save hundreds of lives by doing so. But this is if, and only if, he grows up without you and becomes the hunter he's destined to be."
"But I never wanted them to be hunters,” Mary whispered, tears shining in her eyes. “I got out so they would never have to hunt anything." She tried to blink away the wetness, but tears rolled freely down her cheeks. She hated herself for looking weak in front of a supernatural creature--whether they were good or bad.
"I know you don't, but deep down you knew that it was going to happen. I want you to remember that hunter that was there when your parents died… Do you remember him?"
"When my pare… Yes, I remember him. His name was Dean, right? He said that he was going to kill that demon. You just need to find him and help him do it! My family doesn't need to be any part of it."
"That Dean is telling his little brother a story right now. A story about a wolf threatening to blow down the pigs’ houses if they don't do what he wants."
"But... that’s not possible!" Mary shook her head as she realized what Castiel was saying. That man couldn't be her Dean, there was no way. He was so… so much like a hunter.
"I know. Wolves can't talk and even if it could, it wouldn't threaten to blow anything down. It would just use its cla-- Oh. You were talking about Dean, not the story. Dean and Sam will both become great hunters. Dean will travel back in time when he's older, trying to save you, but it wasn't meant to be. You had to die, Mary."
God, what am I supposed to do?
"Mary, you have to believe that angels are watching over him and let him go. He can't let you go if you don't let go first."
~Supernatural~
November 15th, 2005
Mary spent the next few years protecting their old house in Lawrence and she didn’t see either of her sons again until years later when they walked into their ‘home’ to try and save the family that currently lived there.
Castiel was right; they had become great hunters.
~Supernatural~
AN: Again I'm sorry for all mistakes if there are any :P
Huge thanks to lotrspnfangirl for making this better for me!
Next chapter will happen a few years later. Hope you like it.
June 15th, 1984
Dean talked after that. Not as much as he should have been at five, but he was talking to everybody again. Well, everyone except Mary. She knew he could still see and hear her since he would sometimes sit and watch what she was doing, curious eyes trailing after her movements. If no one was looking, he would even nod yes or no if she asked him something. But he didn't risk talking to her.
A few times, mostly when they were with other hunters that Dean didn't know, he would completely ignore her, would pretend like he couldn't see or hear her at all. Mary had never felt more invisible then when John was visiting Daniel Elkins.
He stayed there for two months and Dean didn't even look at me once while they were there. Mary couldn’t help but be damn proud of her son. He was doing what he needed to do to survive in this world. All Elkins talked about was how if something was supernatural, you kill it - no questions asked.
If Mary hadn't known better she never would have thought that Dean wasn't normal; he was that good at hiding it now. Even though she knew why Dean did it, it still hurt.
~Supernatural~
August 4th, 1984
John and the boys were staying at a motel in the middle of nowhere while John was looking for a new hunt. Dean was sitting on the sofa with Sammy and was "reading" him a story. Dean's version of the three little pigs was much funnier than what was in the book, so Sam wasn't complaining. Mary turned around to go in the kitchen to check how John was doing, but all of a sudden she found herself standing in the living room at home. In Lawrence.
"Hello, Mary. We need to talk," came a deep voice from behind her.
Mary spun around, coming face to face with a tall man dressed in a dark suit and a tan trench coat. He had dark hair and the bluest eyes she had ever seen.
"Who, or what, are you? Are you a reaper? Because if you are I'm not going with you!" she said and slowly started to back away from him.
"My name is Castiel and I'm an angel of the lord."
Mary blinked. This was the angel that was always talking to Dean when he was younger? The angel that abandoned her son when he needed a friend the most?
"Some angel you are. Dean needed you! He called out to you every night and you couldn't as much as come to explain to him why you left? It was a hell of a coincidence that you disappeared the night that I died, don't you think? So why would I want to talk to you?"
"I wanted to go to Dean, believe me. But it was forbidden. Dean was never supposed to see me in the first place. Dean was never supposed to die on his first birthday, but for some reason unknown to us, he did. I was sent to investigate what happened and to fix it. I never found out what happened. All we know is that Dean could suddenly communicate with the dead. Something, as you know, he should not be able to do." Mary’s eyes narrowed but she could see that the angel believed everything he was saying. However, it still didn't explain everything.
"But after all that time of letting him see you when it was forbidden, why did you stop visiting him after the fire? Why choose then?"
"Because I received orders to stop. His life was progressing on the right track, even with his powers. However, now you are throwing him off track again. Dean will never become the hunter he's meant to be if he never truly loses you. We can't let you see Dean again. I am sorry Mary."
"What do you mean I can't see him again? He needs me. They all need me! I need to teach him about all the danger that is out there. John has no clue how to protect them from it all..."
"Dean will know more about all the dangers in the dark than you will ever know, Mary. But he won't learn it from you. You will not see him again."
"Yes, he will! I can't just walk out on him now. Dean just got better... it will ruin everything if I leave him now."
"Dean will become accustomed to people walking out on him, I'm afraid. That will be the reason he will do anything to keep his family close to him. Right now he believes that if people die, he can still talk to them, see them, be with them. He doesn't try as hard to save them as he would if he believed he couldn't see them ever again. That is why you need to disappear on him, Mary. He needs to learn that dead people always go away eventually, that he has to keep them alive if he wants them to stay with him."
Mary swallowed hard, shaking her head at the ‘angel’ before her. Castiel was talking as if he knew everything about Dean, knew everything that was going to happen to him in the future.
"So what, I'm just supposed to go to Heaven with you then? When I know my family is in danger?" She yelled at him, her voice breaking as she stared in disbelief.
"No, I want you to stay here. This place is important and I need you to stay here to protect it. Maybe you can try to find out what happened to Dean in his nursery. We know what happened to Sam, but we need to know what happened to Dean as well. We searched everywhere but maybe you will see something that we didn't.” Castiel paused, his eyes trailing over the empty room before he continued, his voice soft. “This really is what is best for Dean. He will avenge you by killing the demon, Azazel. He will save hundreds of lives by doing so. But this is if, and only if, he grows up without you and becomes the hunter he's destined to be."
"But I never wanted them to be hunters,” Mary whispered, tears shining in her eyes. “I got out so they would never have to hunt anything." She tried to blink away the wetness, but tears rolled freely down her cheeks. She hated herself for looking weak in front of a supernatural creature--whether they were good or bad.
"I know you don't, but deep down you knew that it was going to happen. I want you to remember that hunter that was there when your parents died… Do you remember him?"
"When my pare… Yes, I remember him. His name was Dean, right? He said that he was going to kill that demon. You just need to find him and help him do it! My family doesn't need to be any part of it."
"That Dean is telling his little brother a story right now. A story about a wolf threatening to blow down the pigs’ houses if they don't do what he wants."
"But... that’s not possible!" Mary shook her head as she realized what Castiel was saying. That man couldn't be her Dean, there was no way. He was so… so much like a hunter.
"I know. Wolves can't talk and even if it could, it wouldn't threaten to blow anything down. It would just use its cla-- Oh. You were talking about Dean, not the story. Dean and Sam will both become great hunters. Dean will travel back in time when he's older, trying to save you, but it wasn't meant to be. You had to die, Mary."
God, what am I supposed to do?
"Mary, you have to believe that angels are watching over him and let him go. He can't let you go if you don't let go first."
~Supernatural~
November 15th, 2005
Mary spent the next few years protecting their old house in Lawrence and she didn’t see either of her sons again until years later when they walked into their ‘home’ to try and save the family that currently lived there.
Castiel was right; they had become great hunters.
~Supernatural~
AN: Again I'm sorry for all mistakes if there are any :P
Huge thanks to lotrspnfangirl for making this better for me!
Next chapter will happen a few years later. Hope you like it.