Dean woke up
early on January 24, remembering that it was his birthday. He knew his dad would be at work. Castiel was sitting at the foot of his bed.
“Happy
birthday, Dean.”
The young
boy smiled at the angel and reached to hug him.
He heard his mom call his name.
Jumping out of bed, the child ran out of the room and down the stairs.
His mother
walked out of the kitchen.
“Dean, put
some clothes and shoes on. It’s cold.”
Running back
upstairs, the child bumped into the angel who was carrying clothing and shoes
for him. Grinning, Dean hurried to don
the clothing. He sat on the floor and
put socks and shoes on his feet.
Back
downstairs, he entered the kitchen. His
mother had bacon and French toast made for him.
There was a cup of hot chocolate and a glass of apple juice. His eyes widened.
“Happy
birthday, Dean,” his mother spoke softly as she hugged him and kissed him on
his fore head.
Mary watched
as he enjoyed his food. After the dishes
were done, she read to her son for a couple of hours. Dean took a nap. At 2:00, John came home. They took their son upstairs and walked down
the hallway past his room. John opened
the door on the right and let their son enter.
The room was
a typical little boy’s room. It was done
in shades of blue. There was new
furniture and a nice little bookcase with all of Dean’s favorite stories on the
shelves.
“This is
your new bedroom, Son. It is time you
had a big boy’s room”
Dean hugged
his parents and they took him downstairs.
There was cake and ice cream.
Dean was given a T-ball set and a cowboy hat, boots, and toy pistols for
his gifts.
The family
had cheeseburgers and French fries for the boy’s birthday meal. Later that evening, Mary and John tucked
Dean under the covers of his new bed.
Mary softly
said, “Angels are watching over you.”
They turned
off the lights and shut the bedroom door. Castiel heard a soft sigh and asked his young charge what was wrong.
I got cake
for my birthday.”
“That is the
usual dessert for birthdays, Dean.”
“I wanted
pie.”
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