Dean's Angel Chapter 7
AN: Sorry for the long wait!
I finally got a beta (The awesome and wonderful lotrspnfangirl) for both of my stories, so we have been going over them and making them better. We didn't change any thing crucial to the storyline but we did some changes. The biggest change that we made, was the POV of few chapters. So, I want to thank Lotrspngirl for helping me, it really means a lot!
I have reposted all the chapters if you want to take a look at them and I hope you enjoy the new chapter.
Chapter 7
November 15th, 2005
To say that Dean was shocked when his little brother told him they needed to go back home would be an understatement.
Not only was Sam telling him he needed to go back to the place where his entire life got all fucked up, he was also telling Dean that he wasn't the only freak in the family. Dean had spent hours and hours while growing up trying to find out if he was the only one in the family with a gift, at least that what his mom used to call it. If his little brother had been having visions right under his nose all this time... then Dean was not the hunter he wanted to be. Thankfully, after some digging, Dean found out that his brother hadn't always been a freak. Maybe this was just a temporary thing. But when were the Winchesters ever that lucky? Whether or not it was temporary, Dean was not about to tell his brother about his own abilities. Maybe it was because he was so used to hiding it all those years, or maybe he was afraid of what Sammy would say.
Dean also couldn't decide which one of them got the shorter end of the stick. Sure, seeing dead people could really suck but seeing people die? That did not sound fun at all. At least Sam had a chance to stop it but for Dean, it was too little, too late to do anything.
One thing was for sure, Dean was not going to drive all the way to Lawrence just to talk to some ghost in their old house. Thanks to Sammy's new superpower they could hopefully prevent any more people from dying in that house.
Walking into the house Dean never stopped thinking of as 'home' after 22 years felt... weird. Really, really weird. In some ways, the house looked the same but for the most part, it was completely different.
The structure was the same. Hell, the colors on the walls were similar! Or maybe that was just Dean's mind playing tricks on him. The biggest difference was the furniture; that didn't stop Dean from expecting to see their old furniture every time he walked around a corner or into another room. It really didn't stop him from expecting to see his mom or dad there. It didn't help that the whole time Dean was in the house, he felt like someone was watching him.
Being back there must be really throwing him off because whenever he looked, he never saw anything out of the ordinary. Well, out of the Winchester ordinary.
Sam and Dean hadn't even seen all off the first floor when it became clear that something was wrong in the house. From what the little girl that lived there said, it was very likely that it had something to do with their mom's death. Dean was almost relieved when Sam cut the tour short and told the new owner that they needed to leave. Just the thought of going back upstairs where everything happened was making him nauseous. Hell, when he saw the stairs, he could see himself running down them with Sammy in his arms.
After digging around in town for about an hour, Dean found himself in the Impala with Sam on their way to see a psychic. Even though Dean thought it was a long shot to go see her, he was willing to give it a try. It probably had a lot to do with what his dad wrote in his leather-bound journal, about learning the truth from her. Sam was sure she would be the real deal, why else would John write about her? Dean, on the other hand, was pretty sure she was just someone that knew about the supernatural and used it to make a living.
In all his live as a hunter, he had never come across a real psychic. It was always someone that was just reading people's body language and tricking them or had some magic behind them. Usually something bad.
Almost immediately after meeting Missouri, Dean came to the conclusion that he might have been wrong about her. That did not mean he would ever admit that out loud. Truth be told, she made him really nervous. Not that he would admit that either. Not only was her attitude something else, but he believed she could easily find out about his abilities and tell his brother about them. For all he knew, she could contact his dad and tell him about them, too.
It didn't take Dean long to decide to do everything in his power to keep her from finding out, even if that meant he would give her a completely wrong impression. While Sam and Missouri talked, Dean did his best to try and clear his mind and only think about the job at hand. He might have spaced out a little bit because the next thing he knew Missouri was looking at him funny as she talked. Dean realized that he had no idea what they had been talking about.
"…the first time Mary came here…" Missouri started in her soft, sing-song voice.
"Wait! Mom came here?" asked both of the boys at the same time. They sat up straight and moved to the edge of the couch when her words registered.
"When?" added Dean as he cursed himself for not paying better attention.
"More importantly, why did she come? I mean there is no way she could have know that would happen, right?" asked Sam. Well, Dean thought, if she had it could explain Sam's abilities.
"If you boys would let me finish, you would know! Your mom came to me a few times. The first time was right after your first birthday, Dean. At first, I thought she was just in shock. I mean, it is always scary when something like that happens to your children, especially when you can't explain it afterwards." Missouri said, shaking her head slowly.
"Wait, hold on, what is supposed to have happened to me?" Dean asked, totally lost to what was going on. Thankfully, his brother seemed just as lost as he was.
"Well, you died on your first birthday! Even if it was just for a few minutes. You didn't know that?" replied Missouri. At the shocked looks on the brother's faces, her expression softened a little. "Your parents never found out what happened, at least as far as I know. Mary was convinced that something was wrong, though. She used to tell me how you completely changed after that. Before, there hadn't been a day where you hadn't been screaming or crying throughout most of it. You wouldn't sleep or eat. Then after your birthday, you became the easiest child in the world. Every time Mary brought you here, you would either sleep the whole time or sit somewhere smiling or laughing."
Neither of the boys knew what to do with that piece of information. Dean glanced over at Sam and from the expression on his brother's face realized that he was trying to wrap his head around the fact that his 'indestructible big brother' (Sam's words, not Dean's) had died at the age of one..
Next to Sam, Dean was trying to progress the fact that he had died. DIED! How did he not know that? Of all the things his dad told him about, this he forgets to mention? Now that Dean thought about it, all those times he thought his dad was overreacting over nothing made sense... Like if Dean had fallen asleep in front of the TV and his dad came in and saw him laying there, his dad would freak out and end up shaking him awake in almost a panic. Their dad never did that with Sam. He would just let him sleep, or tell Dean to go wake up his brother.
The possibility that his death had something to do with his ability to see dead people crossed Dean's mind. With one look in Missouri's direction, he quickly put that thought away for the time being. Dean was so deep in thought he almost missed it when Missouri started talking again.
"I went with your mother to your house one time. Your room had a lot of energy around it. Mostly, it was the sense of death. I could feel that someone had died there. I could almost feel something evil had been there. I just never got a good grip on it because some sense of purity was clouding it. That same sense of purity seemed to follow you around, Dean. It was just much stronger in your room.
"I tried to help your mom the best I could, but I didn't know a lot about this world back then. When I heard about the fire, I started to look into the evils in the world. That's how I found out about all the things in the dark. I had learned just enough so when your dad showed up on my doorstep I could point him in the right direction," finished Missouri
"Do you know why Dad came to you?" Sam asked.
"I don't think he knew that Mary used to come to me, if that what you're asking," answered Missouri. "He knew that whatever put your mom on the ceiling wasn't natural and at first he was hoping I would know something. Later he showed up because of Dean."
Shit! I can't deal with this now. Sam was never supposed to find out, thought Dean. When Missouri shot him a questionable look, Dean couldn't help but hope that maybe she didn't know about him. Maybe, just maybe, Sammy would let this go. They had more pressing matters on their hands after all.
"Why, what was wrong with Dean?"
Dean almost huffed a laugh; he didn't know what he had been thinking. This was Sam after all. When had he ever let anything go?
"Your brother wasn't handling your mother's death very well, Sam," answered Missouri before turning her attention back to Dean. "When your father came to me, you had completely stopped talking. Most of the time you would stay right next to your father. Occasionally, we would send you away to play by yourself so we could talk without you hearing. You would always take your brother and sit down in the safest place in the room. If we were in here, you would go in that corner…"
She pointed to the farthest corner of the room, right beside the door to the kitchen. It had given Dean an easy escape route from the room if needed-he could have easily slip into the kitchen- but was out of the way enough so that people wouldn't notice a boy sitting there if they entered. It also happened to be the furthest away from the large bay window.
"…where you could see everything that happened in the room and people were most likely to overlook you if they came in. I can still remember some of the things you thought about back then. Sometimes, if you had been here long, you would think about why your friend had to leave. If he had been there, you could have played with him while you waited. Most of the time you would think about why your mom couldn't come, too. According to your father, before you stopped talking, you had insisted that you could still see your mother."
Oh, shit. Sammy is looking at me! What do I… thought Dean, trying not to let the panic show on his face. Thankfully he didn't need to come up with anything because Missouri decided to continue talking before Dean could even finish his thought.
"At first, your dad and I thought you might be psychic like me. I quickly stopped thinking that after I caught you imagining your mom. I didn't feel any energy coming from where claimed you saw her. Back when I met you with Mary, you had the wildest imagination. You could spend hours playing with you imaginary friends. Of course in your mind, they were completely real. After the fire, you stopped playing with them and started imagining your mom instead. You dad, of course, wanted to be 100% sure. I did all the tests that are supposed to show if you have any psychic abilities. You failed them all miserably," finished Missouri with a small smile and Dean could tell she hadn't been surprised by that at all.
Before his brother could start asking questions, Dean quickly asked, "Look, does any of this help us with what is going on in the house? Because we have no idea when something is going to happen over there and we can't waste time on something that isn't important. Like my imaginary friends from when I was little."
Dean knew that his brother would never let this totally go, but if he had something more urgent to think about Sam would at least put it aside for the time being. It would give Dean some time to figure out how to get Sam off his back.
Dean's strategy seemed to have worked perfectly, as neither Missouri or Sam brought Dean's childhood up after that.
After a quick discussion, they ended up taking Missouri to the house. She went straight upstairs and into Sam's old nursery after Jenny, who lived there now, let them in. Missouri told them that the house had become a supernatural magnet after what happened to their family. Dean couldn't help but wonder if his temporary death was a part of it or not.
After Missouri told them that there were a poltergeist and some spirit present, Dean got more determined than ever to stop what was going on in the house. Later that day they came back with everything they needed and sent Jenny and her kids away for awhile. Having knives thrown at him in the kitchen before watching his brother almost get strangled to death by a lamp cord was not helping Dean feel comfortable at all. After a long day, battling the manifested terrors as they secured the house, it was finally over.
At least that what Missouri said. Dean still felt odd... Maybe it was just being there again that made him feel like that. But then again, maybe not. Sam didn't look convinced that this was all over either. And then, because of Sam dragging him back there, Dean found himself later that night looking at someone he hadn't seen in years.
"Mom?"
~Supernatural~
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