'We'll see how much the addition is likely to change everything, when I change Dean's sensitivity,' Zachariah thought, rolling Dean over, and tapping his spine.

His cries woke his parents, and gave them ringing headaches. Mary hurried to his room, and held him close.

'coldhurtpainhelp, coldhurtpainhelp,' repeated the baby as he twisted and ( Read more... )

"So, you're saying that I am in the family line of people who can be vessels to the Archangel Michael," Mary looked at John, concern filling her eyes, as she nodded. "And my son is basically being prepared to bear him, someday? This is just too crazy, Mary. Why would Archangel Michael, Commander of the Heavenly Hosts, want to essentially possess ( Read more... )

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! ( Read more... )

Michael looks down in shock at the scene, as Anna is being immolated by something that looks and seems just like him. Why-- why am I doing this? What could have possibly convinced me to go along with this?"Father! Please, I know this isn't Your will. How could I have just let this happen? Am I allowing myself to be used by someone who isn't you? ( Read more... )