Mama
Mary Winchester held her infant son, her little Dean, to her chest. His chubby little palm flailed about a bit as he rocked safely in her arms.
'mamamamamalove... sleepysleepy...'
The baby's thought's drifted into her consciousness as she perked into startled fearfulness She clutched Dean tighter as her body shivered. Telepathy! He's a telepath! Oh, God, please, spare my baby.. She rocked back and forth to sooth herself and her startled baby.
'Mommy scared, no, please, help Mommy!'
Dean laid his chubby hand on Mary's shoulder, and a sense of amazing calm washed over them both. Mary reached for her Bible, and turned to Isaiah. You will keep him in perfect peace, Whose mind is stayed on You, Because he trusts in You.
Dean's mind calmed, and slowed back down. 'Mommy happy, brother happy, Father happy, good.' He fell asleep being held in his mother's arms, with his big 'brother' stroking his spirit.
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Mary sits in her chair, holding Dean, waiting for John Winchester to come home.
'Milk, Mommy? Please?'
'Of course, baby.'
She nurses baby Dean as she hears John drive up. John comes up to her, kissing her gently, and rubbing Dean's back.
Daddy, milk, Mommy, happy!'
John jerks away, shocked as a lightening rod in a thunderstorm. Dean wails in the absence of Daddy's hand, and at the sudden fearful touch. Mary grasps John's grimy hand reassuringly, rubbing it as she searches his face.
"I know. It scared me too. But... I think I know why it's happening."
'mamamamamalove... sleepysleepy...'
The baby's thought's drifted into her consciousness as she perked into startled fearfulness She clutched Dean tighter as her body shivered. Telepathy! He's a telepath! Oh, God, please, spare my baby.. She rocked back and forth to sooth herself and her startled baby.
'Mommy scared, no, please, help Mommy!'
Dean laid his chubby hand on Mary's shoulder, and a sense of amazing calm washed over them both. Mary reached for her Bible, and turned to Isaiah. You will keep him in perfect peace, Whose mind is stayed on You, Because he trusts in You.
Dean's mind calmed, and slowed back down. 'Mommy happy, brother happy, Father happy, good.' He fell asleep being held in his mother's arms, with his big 'brother' stroking his spirit.
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Mary sits in her chair, holding Dean, waiting for John Winchester to come home.
'Milk, Mommy? Please?'
'Of course, baby.'
She nurses baby Dean as she hears John drive up. John comes up to her, kissing her gently, and rubbing Dean's back.
Daddy, milk, Mommy, happy!'
John jerks away, shocked as a lightening rod in a thunderstorm. Dean wails in the absence of Daddy's hand, and at the sudden fearful touch. Mary grasps John's grimy hand reassuringly, rubbing it as she searches his face.
"I know. It scared me too. But... I think I know why it's happening."