Dean's Angel Chapter 2
Title: Dean's angel
Summery: Dean has always been special, Mary just didn't know how much.
Fandom: Supernatural
AN: This is my first story, I'm dyslexic and english is not my first language so I'm sorry if this is horrible :p.
Thankfully
lotrspnfangirl agreed to be my beta so there aren't as many mistakes (if any) as there were in the beginning and the story no longer randomly changes POV. All mistakes that are left are mine! She's awsome and she has made this story so much better.
I also want to thank miXIZ over at fanfiction.net too for looking over the first chapters and point out the mistakes.
Also, saddly I do not own anything that has to do with the awesomeness that is Supernatural.
Chapter 2
November 9th, 1983
"Dean, not another word! Do you hear me? Your mother is gone and she is not coming back!”
"But she’s…"
Mary had never wanted to knock some sense into her husband's head more than she wanted to right then. It had been a week since the fire, and John had spent most of that time drinking, researching the supernatural, and telling Dean to stop talking about her.
Just because Dean could see her did not mean he understood what was happening. If anything, it made the situation ten times more confusing for him. Sure, John didn't know how special Dean was, but he was four years old for God's sake! And as far as anybody knew he had just lost his mother. To make matters worse, Dean's best friend, Cas, seemed to have abandoned him when Dean needed him the most.
When Mary asked Dean if she could finally meet Castiel, he replied that he hadn't seen his friend since he went to sleep the night of the fire. As if that didn't pull up some red flags for the ex-hunter... What if something had been working with the demon and had been tricking Dean, just to get close to the family? Why else hadn't Castiel come back? Dean had called for him almost every day...
In John’s mind, everything that was unnatural or abnormal suddenly became bad and had to be stopped. He would tell Dean to look out for Sammy while he talked to people he had never met before about ghosts, vampires, demons and all kinds of things, while Dean listened to it all. Mary wasn't surprised when Dean started to sleep in Sam's crib after that and would wake up in the middle of the night crying.
Of course she tried to help when she could by telling Dean what to do. Like when Bobby Singer told John to put salt in front of all the entrances and John only put salt at the doors. Imagine John's surprise when he woke up with salt lines in front of all the windows, salt in a circle around the beds, and Dean sleeping with the salt shaker in his hand. When John told Bobby this all he got was, "You idjit, your four-year-old is a smarter hunter than you."
After the fire, Mary tried to explain to Dean what had happened and that he was special. She told him that not everybody could see dead people like he could and that he would have to be her big, brave boy. Of course Dean took that as 'be a big boy’ and ‘become a communicator between the living and the dead’.
Again and again Dean had tried to be helpful.
"Dad, Mom said that Sammy was hungry…"
"Mom said that you should stop drinking and…"
"Mom said…"
It was too bad that John didn't see it that way and would never let Dean finish explaining how it was that he knew those things.
As the weeks went by, Mary saw how Dean was slowly withdrawing into himself. Every time John told him to stop talking, Dean did just that. The first time it happened, Dean didn't make a sound for two hours, the next time it was five hours, and the last time it happened Dean didn't say one word for the entire day. Just as he started talking again, John would shut him down.
Dean didn't talk again for six months, except for when he was alone with Mary or Sammy.
When they were alone, Dean would sing Sammy to sleep or read him a story. He would ask Mary how to change Sam’s diaper and how to heat his bottle. Basically, Dean would ask how to do everything a mom would do.
He would still answer everyone other than Mary with a shake of his head or with a look on his face that could say a thousand words, but he never said anything. He would still stay as close to his dad as he could and every time John was sad, Dean would hug him or help him in any way he could until John sent him away. But he never talked.
After John figured out that Dean wasn't talking (after three days of silence), he did everything to get him to talk, to make a sound or even laugh. All alcohol and research forgotten, John would play Dean's favorite songs in the Impala and turn the radio all the way up. Before, Dean had always started to sing along, but now John only got a tiny smile. When John changed Sammy's diapers he would spray baby powder all over himself, just to try to get a little chuckle, but he got nothing. He would ask Dean about everything and anything in hopes of getting him to talk.
"What do you want for dinner, Dean?"
"What are you doing Dean?"
"Do you want to dress Sammy in silly clothes and take pictures?" (He was desperate, okay, and Sammy had always been Dean's favorite thing to talk about.)
But when a Winchester set his mind to something, it was near impossible to change it.
Mary tried to get Dean to talk to his dad, or anybody other than herself or Sam. She told him again and again how his dad had been hurting because he missed her so much, and that's why John got angry when people talked about her. She told him that John didn't understand how some people could see or talk to dead people, that maybe Dean shouldn't tell John that she was still there because of that.
Mary had other reasons for Dean not telling his dad, but telling Dean that his dad wouldn't like to have a son with unnatural abilities? Didn't sound like a good plan.
Recently she started telling him that his dad was sad now because Dean wouldn't talk to him.
If she hadn't already known John was near his breaking point, what he said next would have clued her in.
"Dean... is your mom still here? Can you talk to her, please? Can she tell me what to do?"
Mary don't know which was worse, watching John sit there with tears in his eyes, hoping to hear Dean’s voice or watching Dean sit there like he had the weight of the entire world resting on his shoulders.
"No Daddy, Mommy isn't here. She's in heaven," he said softly while looking right at her.
~ Supernatural ~
AN: Sorry for lack of Cas. He will be back, don't know when but he will be back. Feel free to point out all grammar errors or make any suggestions to the story.