A/N: I could not believe the feedback I received. It actually made me very afraid to post this part….so please let me know what you think of it: does it fit the previous one or should I just delete it? Furthermore…there is a tiny….tiny spoiler hidden in this story. I’m being as vague as I can for those who haven’t seen episode 3.08 (that includes me….so don’t blame me when there’s a mistake). But I think it’s pretty save to read and still remain unspoiled for this ep. As for Dean’s dialogue: I’m not sure how talkative a two year old is…but for the sake of the story (and the fact that he’s ‘special’) I’ve taken a bit of liberty with his skills ;)

2 months after the birth of Dean Winchester.

When the Winchester had brought their son home, the neighbours had been curious about the kid appearance (after all both parents had a good set of genes). But when they first saw the couple strolling around with their kid, and they were able to get a good look at him, they were utterly shocked. Surely this kid could not be completely human? He was far to pretty, and if that wasn’t bad enough (come on: stop staring you fucking pervert!! It’s a baby!) The kid had an aura around him that was plain right unearthly. And then the fire in his green eyes… It was as if every bad thought, every sin they had committed was being laid out and scrutinized by the kid. They felt liked they failed as human beings, that they had too make amends; that they had to try to be a better human being….but because nobody likes to be confronted with their own shortcomings the neighbours tried to stay away from kid. And all too soon other people started to follow and avoided the Winchester family.

1 year after the birth of Dean Winchester.

John stood in the doorway of his son’s bedroom, watching the little kid antics. He smiled when Dean waved his little arms around and blew raspberry bubbles in the air. The kid was truly adorable, when Mary told him that they were going to be parents he had tried to gather as much information about parenting as possible to be prepared…but it seemed that all the research hadn’t been necessary. From the moment Dean had been born, the child had been angelic in his behaviours; the kid never cried, never threw a tantrum and could easily be left alone for a while. The only thing that John found strange was the fact that Dean was a real dreamer. Staring at Dean a bit more intently, he watched the kid as he laughed at something apparently only he could see. Sighing, he unglued himself from the doorway and after slowly closing the bedroom door; he decided then rather having a monster as a kid he would have a kid that was behaving a bit strange.

2 years after the birth of Dean Winchester.

There were times that Mary forgot that Dean was special, (well, all kids were special but Dean even more so). But when she saw the scene that was unfolding itself she was reminded to that ‘small’ fact like the proverbial blow to the head, it hit her hard and fast. For two years she had managed to ensure that her father’s necklace had stayed on her son’s neck, but now? Now Mary could do nothing, she was too far away to help her son. A couple of months ago she had asked her husband to trim the bushes in their garden, but John had been busy at the time and afterwards they had both forgotten about it. But at this instant? She could only stare in horror as Dean tried to chase a small rabbit while paying no attention to his surroundings, resulting in the fact that his necklace got caught by one of the low hanging branches of the bush and was ripped of Dean’s neck. Closing her eyes in fright she waited for the screaming to start convinced that one of their neighbours was bound to have walked by or was looking out of a window. But after a couple of minutes the only sound she could hear was the delightful giggle of her son. She carefully opened her eyes. And what she saw stopped her heart almost for the second time that day. Dean, her very little special boy, was playing with the rabbit (who miraculously had decided that he really wanted to be hugged by a two year old) and was looking…normal?? Closing and opening her eyes again she checked: No wings, no sparkling skin…just a normal kid. Quickly walking to her son, she took only a small detour to grasp the necklace were it now forlornly hung of the branch.

Although Mary was glad that by some deity, Dean’s true visage hadn’t made itself know she could not risk it that it would remain that way. Kneeling beside her son she tried to clasp the necklace back around his neck, but Dean kept trying to get away from it. Finally Mary had enough. “Dean, sit still. You need to let me put your necklace back on.”

To Mary’s astonishment, Dean shook his head before he made himself bigger and proclaiming; “ No, granddad says I’m all grown up now. I don’t need it.”

“Granddad? Honey…sweetie…” pausing a moment, Mary considered how she could tell her two year old son that he had no granddads.

“Yeah, he’s funny. He always let me play with his wings, and O’ he’s funny.” Dean’s face could lighten the room with the smile he had on his face now. “He says that I’m very ‘spe-zziall’.

‘He always let me play with his wings’ Mary’s thought’s came to a halt. Her father had been here all this time? Watching over Dean and he had never shown himself to her? ‘So he truly meant it, I’m all alone now.’ Gathering Dean in her arms, she hid her face in his neck trying to regain her composure before she tried to speak again. Straightening herself she clasped Dean’s chin, looking straight into his eyes. “Honey, I need to you to tell me if your granddad is still here, and what he said to you about not needing the necklace. Can you do that?” Big eyes met her own, before Dean slowly nodded his head. “Yes, Mommy.”

“Okay then, let’s go inside and you can tell me everything Ok?” After receiving a small nod Mary lifted Dean in her arms, while maintaining a strong grip on the necklace in her hand, and walked towards the house.

Settling on the couch with a glass of milk and cookies, Mary repeated her question to Dean to tell her everything.

“Granddad said, that I was very ‘spe-ziall’. And that a bad man would try to hurt me, but that he couldn’t do that if I wore my ‘neck-laice’ or if could hide myself.” Grinning broadly up at his mother, Dean said, “Granddad helped me. He said the bad man can’t hurt me anymore, because I’m good in hiding.”

“Ok, sweetie that’s very good of you. But I have to know something else; is granddad here now? Can you see him?”

Dean shook his little head, “Granddad said he had to go, I could hide myself now.”

‘Dad had left her again,’ Mary tried to hide her pain by squeezing the necklace. The sharp bits drawing blood to the surface. And suddenly Mary realized something, something that could be big…now she only needed her son’s confirmation.

“Dean, your doing great. But mommy has one more question for you and then you can play again. Can you do that, just one more question?” Seeing her son nod again she asked the question that could change their family’s life forever. “Dean, did granddad said anything about the necklace? Did he say that the necklace couldn’t hide you anymore?”

“No, I could do it all by myself now. I didn’t have to wear it anymore. I’m a big boy now, mom!”

“Yes, you are sweetie.” Gathering her thoughts she gave Dean his glass of milk and a cookie before she let him play again. Watching her son once again play in the garden, she let her thoughts begin to drift. ‘Her dad had been visiting Dean, had taught him how to hide from evil. Dean didn’t need the necklace anymore, but the necklace itself had kept his power. The necklace could be used again. John had recently started to ask her if they shouldn’t try to get a second child. Until now she had thought it would be unwise. Her father’s warning firmly logged in her mind, but now? If their second child would show the same gifts as Dean, she could simply use the necklace again. Yes,’ she thought, ‘Tonight she would tell John that they would start trying to give Dean a little brother or sister. And if the baby would appear to be fully human, she could always send the necklace to someone who could protect it, or use it against the dark, until she needed it. After all what would evil want with a normal child that had an angel as brother? ’ Mary threw her head back and laughed, ‘yes everything would be perfect now, and absolutely everything was going to be fantastic.’

Fin

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