Rays of Love, Moonshine Heart (4/21): All the Best of You
Title: Rays of Love, Moonshine Heart
Author: misakikinomoto
Fandom/Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Angst, Pre-Slash (ish), Slow Burn
Pairing (s): Dean/Castiel; Sam/Ruby; Crowley/Aziraphale Chuck/Becky; John/Mary
Rating: M (for the Warnings below)
Word Count: 25388
Warnings: Torture scenes described, perceived mental abuse of a minor, possible triggers, mentions of rape of unknown people, abandonment issues, serious psychological trauma of a child (can be seen as such), several references to biblical tales and possible blaspehmy, serious bastardization of said biblical stories (adapted to suit the story), detailed description of the death of a minor character
Summary:
Lucifer is going to rise, Chuck has been silent, and the Moon Wolf and the Sun Angel have yet to come into their destiny.
It'll take a lot of friends, family, and allies to get there, but Dean and Castiel know what's at stake, and know that sometimes, it takes more than just pure strength or intelligence to stop Evil.
Sometimes it take Love. They just need to get there.[Part 1 of The Eclipse Chronicles]
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It was in the middle of a patch of cherry trees that Mary gave birth to a healthy boy, who was named, as the Lord of the Forest deemed it, Dean.
Dean grew up with everything he could possibly want. Mary and his pseudo-mother Ellen showered him with attention. He befriended the other pups easily, and was quickly deemed the
Alpha of their group. Dean showed traits of a strong alpha from the time he was able to walk.
John never really took much heed of Dean, as he was deeply involved in Migration plans, and Protection Schemes. Dean would end up pulling many different stunts to get his father to pay attention to him, but to no avail. John was more or less married to his work as an Alpha, and eventually Dean slowly started to give up on that front.
Mary would watch her son with sad eyes, as he would look at the opening of their cave as if he was waiting for his father. At this time, Mary was pregnant with yet another child, who she planned to name Sam. Hopefully, she thought, Sam would be the boost Dean needed.
Regardless of the fact that he was an alpha, Dean went out of his way to take care of the people around him. A typical alpha radiated power, while betas radiated the motherly aura that both Ellen and Mary had. Dean was an odd mix of both. He preferred to radiate an aura of warmth that would end up drawing people to him, and when necessary, there were glimpses of his alpha nature.
It was Dean, at his tender age of four, who helped his mother give birth to Sam while John was away on some work. It was Dean who first held Sam, cleaning him and covering him up with clothes that Mary had made. It was Dean who went around doing Mary’s work for the next two weeks so she could recuperate. Mary felt horrible about it, and insisted Dean go out and play with the other pups. When Dean looked at her with a smile, his lips stretching widely, but not quite reaching his eyes, and said, “Don’t worry, Mom! I’ll protect you! Then Dad will be proud of me, right?” Mary’s heart broke.
As they grew, Dean’s group of friends slowly began to follow his lead. They’d help out at home, help Dean take care of Sam, and bring little toys from the forest for the baby to play with.
Mary was surprised they all did so, but considering how well Dean led his small pack of pups, she wasn’t surprised for long. It was Dean’s pseudo-beta nature that kept him from trouble. Sure, there were times he got into fights, but they were usually more for the protection of his own friends and less for his own benefit.
Most of the pack disapproved of John’s tendency to never pay any attention to Dean. They didn’t think it was good for Dean to mellow down his natural alpha tendencies in the hope that his father noticed him. And so, even if Dean occasionally got into fights, they never sent him to John. Dean’s wolf was already unsteady and hurting and wouldn’t be able to take his father’s disapproval. It could very well kill him.
This got the attention of a dark grey wolf named Bobby Singer, one of John’s closest friends. He didn’t approve of what John was doing one bit, and stepped in to be Dean’s mentor for the time being. His own mate had passed away because of Azazel, and had never had pups of his own. The pack approved, because Bobby was not only strong but resourceful. And so, Sam and Dean spent a lot of their time with Bobby, learning the ropes of being a wolf.
Sam ended up centering his entire world around Dean. It was a natural reaction, because Sam was always around Dean and Mary, making Dean appear as a sort of pseudo-father to the boy. There was always a tension between John and Sam. Where Dean learnt to mellow down his alpha side to get along with John, Sam did no such thing. For Sam, Mary and Dean were his pack. John was an outsider, and an alpha who wished to steal them away from him.
It had been Dean who had helped him during his first steps, Dean who had held him close during his first thunderstorm, Dean who had been the first to scent him, even before Mary had. John did nothing but make Dean hurt. He never lifted a finger but Sam could smell the sadness and the pain that rose from Dean’s skin like smoke from a fire, enraging the alpha in him. In Sam’s eyes, Dean practically raised him. While Mary nurtured him, Dean was the one who taught Sam the ways of the Forest, which Dean had been forced to learn by himself until Bobby stepped in. Dean always protected Sam, keeping away meaner pups who thought it would be fun to hurt him.
John had no place in any of it.
Sam refused to let him have a place in it.
More often than not, twelve year old Dean would sit in a corner, his eyes shut tightly as John roared at 8 year old Sam, who only roared back. Mary would try and stop them, to tell them to let it be.
Sam hated it. Hated that Dean was so willing to let this man back in, when all he did was hurt him. Sam wouldn’t do that to Dean; he loved Dean. He would never ever leave Dean.
But what neither wolf realized was that by fighting, they were only hurting Dean more. Mary could see fear in Dean’s eyes when John walked away, fear that his father would never come back again.
Dean always tried his best to stop it, but Mary could tell that the fights were having an effect on him as well. Finally, she approached John and gave him a final warning.
“John, all you’re doing is hurting them. You have to stop this. You can’t keep leaving. The pack needs you. Dean and Sam need you. You’ve not seen his face, John, after you leave. So, this is an ultimatum. Stay or never come back. Dean can’t take this fighting anymore and he’s pushed down his alpha needs for so long that it’s starting to tear him apart.”
Mary refused to let that happen. Her accusation moved John to tell her the whole story. He’d been scouting the surrounding areas not just because he was the Alpha. Dean was the Moon, so naturally, there were creatures out there that may or may not be aware of his existence. These creatures, if they knew of him, could end up doing more harm than good to Dean, regardless of whether they wanted him to achieve his destiny or not. In his search, John found a small area not far from their current campsite. He saved a few witches a few years back, and had gone to collect his reward. They had agreed to bless the land so that no creature with ill-intent could enter it. He had spent this entire time trying to protect them. He felt bad for misleading them, and for hurting Dean.
Mary nodded, but her her face was grave. “You have to tell Dean.”
“That wouldn’t be wise, Mary. I’ll tell him what I’ve been doing, but not the why. We can’t risk his life,” John answered.
When John approached Sam and Dean and explained to them what he had been up to, how sorry he was for hurting Dean like this, and that Dean shouldn’t force himself to act like a Beta when he was an Alpha.
The entire time, Sam was pressed against Dean’s side, nuzzling his neck in an effort to offer comfort.
“I love you the way you are, Son. You don’t need to feel like you need to compensate or anything. You’re perfect the way you are.”
Sam glowered during the discussion, but John said, “And Sam, I don’t expect you to understand or forgive me. Just give me a chance. I would never hurt either of you intentionally. Ever.”
Sam nodded but went back to cuddling into Dean’s side.
A few months later, when the Winchesters found themselves building a new, more permanent home, Sam and John had found a way to settled their differences. Dean was slowly becoming more confident, though in Sam and Mary’s eyes he still showed signs of his earlier withdrawal.
And if, when his father proclaimed their new town, Lawrence, open, the Half Moon Mountain pulsed with fierce intensity, no one but Mary noticed.
The moment Dean grinned, his face literally glowing in joy at the new town to call his own, the mountain slowly became more and more illuminated, almost like someone had planted stars into the soil which had given birth to star trees that listened to the joy of the Moon.
Only Mary noticed the Owl flying over their new town that night. Only Mary noticed that the Moon shone with a brightness that shouldn’t have been possible. Only Mary noticed that her son was slowly, and steadily coming closer to his fourteenth year, and was coming into his Destiny.
If only they could protect him from what was to come. Mary sighed, and looked at the Owl, with sad blue eyes. The owl hooted and flew off into the night, but not before leaving Mary with a sense of comfort. She turned to the small home they had all built and walked towards it, towards her family, with a small smile on her face. Whatever was to come, they couldn’t change it. But what they could do was help Dean prepare himself for it.
Author: misakikinomoto
Fandom/Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Angst, Pre-Slash (ish), Slow Burn
Pairing (s): Dean/Castiel; Sam/Ruby; Crowley/Aziraphale Chuck/Becky; John/Mary
Rating: M (for the Warnings below)
Word Count: 25388
Warnings: Torture scenes described, perceived mental abuse of a minor, possible triggers, mentions of rape of unknown people, abandonment issues, serious psychological trauma of a child (can be seen as such), several references to biblical tales and possible blaspehmy, serious bastardization of said biblical stories (adapted to suit the story), detailed description of the death of a minor character
Summary:
Lucifer is going to rise, Chuck has been silent, and the Moon Wolf and the Sun Angel have yet to come into their destiny.
It'll take a lot of friends, family, and allies to get there, but Dean and Castiel know what's at stake, and know that sometimes, it takes more than just pure strength or intelligence to stop Evil.
Sometimes it take Love. They just need to get there.[Part 1 of The Eclipse Chronicles]
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It was in the middle of a patch of cherry trees that Mary gave birth to a healthy boy, who was named, as the Lord of the Forest deemed it, Dean.
Dean grew up with everything he could possibly want. Mary and his pseudo-mother Ellen showered him with attention. He befriended the other pups easily, and was quickly deemed the
Alpha of their group. Dean showed traits of a strong alpha from the time he was able to walk.
John never really took much heed of Dean, as he was deeply involved in Migration plans, and Protection Schemes. Dean would end up pulling many different stunts to get his father to pay attention to him, but to no avail. John was more or less married to his work as an Alpha, and eventually Dean slowly started to give up on that front.
Mary would watch her son with sad eyes, as he would look at the opening of their cave as if he was waiting for his father. At this time, Mary was pregnant with yet another child, who she planned to name Sam. Hopefully, she thought, Sam would be the boost Dean needed.
Regardless of the fact that he was an alpha, Dean went out of his way to take care of the people around him. A typical alpha radiated power, while betas radiated the motherly aura that both Ellen and Mary had. Dean was an odd mix of both. He preferred to radiate an aura of warmth that would end up drawing people to him, and when necessary, there were glimpses of his alpha nature.
It was Dean, at his tender age of four, who helped his mother give birth to Sam while John was away on some work. It was Dean who first held Sam, cleaning him and covering him up with clothes that Mary had made. It was Dean who went around doing Mary’s work for the next two weeks so she could recuperate. Mary felt horrible about it, and insisted Dean go out and play with the other pups. When Dean looked at her with a smile, his lips stretching widely, but not quite reaching his eyes, and said, “Don’t worry, Mom! I’ll protect you! Then Dad will be proud of me, right?” Mary’s heart broke.
As they grew, Dean’s group of friends slowly began to follow his lead. They’d help out at home, help Dean take care of Sam, and bring little toys from the forest for the baby to play with.
Mary was surprised they all did so, but considering how well Dean led his small pack of pups, she wasn’t surprised for long. It was Dean’s pseudo-beta nature that kept him from trouble. Sure, there were times he got into fights, but they were usually more for the protection of his own friends and less for his own benefit.
Most of the pack disapproved of John’s tendency to never pay any attention to Dean. They didn’t think it was good for Dean to mellow down his natural alpha tendencies in the hope that his father noticed him. And so, even if Dean occasionally got into fights, they never sent him to John. Dean’s wolf was already unsteady and hurting and wouldn’t be able to take his father’s disapproval. It could very well kill him.
This got the attention of a dark grey wolf named Bobby Singer, one of John’s closest friends. He didn’t approve of what John was doing one bit, and stepped in to be Dean’s mentor for the time being. His own mate had passed away because of Azazel, and had never had pups of his own. The pack approved, because Bobby was not only strong but resourceful. And so, Sam and Dean spent a lot of their time with Bobby, learning the ropes of being a wolf.
Sam ended up centering his entire world around Dean. It was a natural reaction, because Sam was always around Dean and Mary, making Dean appear as a sort of pseudo-father to the boy. There was always a tension between John and Sam. Where Dean learnt to mellow down his alpha side to get along with John, Sam did no such thing. For Sam, Mary and Dean were his pack. John was an outsider, and an alpha who wished to steal them away from him.
It had been Dean who had helped him during his first steps, Dean who had held him close during his first thunderstorm, Dean who had been the first to scent him, even before Mary had. John did nothing but make Dean hurt. He never lifted a finger but Sam could smell the sadness and the pain that rose from Dean’s skin like smoke from a fire, enraging the alpha in him. In Sam’s eyes, Dean practically raised him. While Mary nurtured him, Dean was the one who taught Sam the ways of the Forest, which Dean had been forced to learn by himself until Bobby stepped in. Dean always protected Sam, keeping away meaner pups who thought it would be fun to hurt him.
John had no place in any of it.
Sam refused to let him have a place in it.
More often than not, twelve year old Dean would sit in a corner, his eyes shut tightly as John roared at 8 year old Sam, who only roared back. Mary would try and stop them, to tell them to let it be.
Sam hated it. Hated that Dean was so willing to let this man back in, when all he did was hurt him. Sam wouldn’t do that to Dean; he loved Dean. He would never ever leave Dean.
But what neither wolf realized was that by fighting, they were only hurting Dean more. Mary could see fear in Dean’s eyes when John walked away, fear that his father would never come back again.
Dean always tried his best to stop it, but Mary could tell that the fights were having an effect on him as well. Finally, she approached John and gave him a final warning.
“John, all you’re doing is hurting them. You have to stop this. You can’t keep leaving. The pack needs you. Dean and Sam need you. You’ve not seen his face, John, after you leave. So, this is an ultimatum. Stay or never come back. Dean can’t take this fighting anymore and he’s pushed down his alpha needs for so long that it’s starting to tear him apart.”
Mary refused to let that happen. Her accusation moved John to tell her the whole story. He’d been scouting the surrounding areas not just because he was the Alpha. Dean was the Moon, so naturally, there were creatures out there that may or may not be aware of his existence. These creatures, if they knew of him, could end up doing more harm than good to Dean, regardless of whether they wanted him to achieve his destiny or not. In his search, John found a small area not far from their current campsite. He saved a few witches a few years back, and had gone to collect his reward. They had agreed to bless the land so that no creature with ill-intent could enter it. He had spent this entire time trying to protect them. He felt bad for misleading them, and for hurting Dean.
Mary nodded, but her her face was grave. “You have to tell Dean.”
“That wouldn’t be wise, Mary. I’ll tell him what I’ve been doing, but not the why. We can’t risk his life,” John answered.
When John approached Sam and Dean and explained to them what he had been up to, how sorry he was for hurting Dean like this, and that Dean shouldn’t force himself to act like a Beta when he was an Alpha.
The entire time, Sam was pressed against Dean’s side, nuzzling his neck in an effort to offer comfort.
“I love you the way you are, Son. You don’t need to feel like you need to compensate or anything. You’re perfect the way you are.”
Sam glowered during the discussion, but John said, “And Sam, I don’t expect you to understand or forgive me. Just give me a chance. I would never hurt either of you intentionally. Ever.”
Sam nodded but went back to cuddling into Dean’s side.
A few months later, when the Winchesters found themselves building a new, more permanent home, Sam and John had found a way to settled their differences. Dean was slowly becoming more confident, though in Sam and Mary’s eyes he still showed signs of his earlier withdrawal.
And if, when his father proclaimed their new town, Lawrence, open, the Half Moon Mountain pulsed with fierce intensity, no one but Mary noticed.
The moment Dean grinned, his face literally glowing in joy at the new town to call his own, the mountain slowly became more and more illuminated, almost like someone had planted stars into the soil which had given birth to star trees that listened to the joy of the Moon.
Only Mary noticed the Owl flying over their new town that night. Only Mary noticed that the Moon shone with a brightness that shouldn’t have been possible. Only Mary noticed that her son was slowly, and steadily coming closer to his fourteenth year, and was coming into his Destiny.
If only they could protect him from what was to come. Mary sighed, and looked at the Owl, with sad blue eyes. The owl hooted and flew off into the night, but not before leaving Mary with a sense of comfort. She turned to the small home they had all built and walked towards it, towards her family, with a small smile on her face. Whatever was to come, they couldn’t change it. But what they could do was help Dean prepare himself for it.