Snippets Ten: The Fourth of July Picnic

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Castiel had pretty much stayed in Dean's line of sight since the incident in the car.  The little boy was very subdued, even when they reached the picnic and Mary had set out the delicious looking food she'd prepared for her family.  Usually the sight of his favorite foods had the child eager to eat but not this time, and it had the angel very worried.

Dean had taken some of his Legos and was building a fort for his toy soldiers.  He was sitting beneath a tree in the park, about ten feet away from his parents.  His mother had not noticed the slight red mark on his cheek and Dean had not talked about it.

The angel sat beside his charge.  "I know it's hard to understand, little one, but your father does not hate you."  Though there were times he wondered at it.

The blond raised his head and hazel eyes gazed into the angel’s.  "What...?" He stopped the question before he finished asking it.  The small boy lowered his head and went back to his Legos.

"Dean, you are allowed to ask questions when I'm with you.  I will never hurt 

you for asking me anything.  I promise," he told the boy.

"Hate?" was the only word that came from the hesitant child.

"Hate is an emotion that people feel," he said, falling into teacher mode, which 

he seemed to do more and more lately.  "You remember how your mom was teaching you about 

opposites the other day?  Hot and cold, wet and dry?"  Basic terms but easy for a bright child Dean's age to comprehend.

The young child’s head bobbed in a nod.

"The opposite of love is hate.  Hate makes you feel all bad inside because you 

can't see the good things around you," he said softly.  "Your father loves you very much, never doubt that.  However, his life has been rough and things have happened that have made him more aggressive to people than is normal."

Dean was having problems understanding some of the big words the angel used.  

Castiel could see his little mind working  in the way the eyes focused.  He stared up at the angel, "Agesive?"

Ok, too big a word.  "You know how, when you're tired and it's close to nap 

time, you get a bit mean to your mother sometimes?"

"I dun hit Mama."

"No but you do yell at her, right?"

"I not mad at Mama.  Dayey was mad at me."

"Well, when you yell at her when you're tired, that's being aggressive.  People 

do wrong things when they're upset.  Sometimes, they yell and say mean things.  Other times, they hit and later feel bad because they did.  When people hit, they may not be aware of just how much they hurt the one they've hit.  Dean, I want you to remember this, ok?  When you're upset, try to talk it out but never..ever...hit a child or a woman.  They can't protect themselves as well as males can."  He stroked his fingers over the soft hair, reassuring his charge.

Dean nodded and turned looked at his parents, both of them seemed happy and contented.  His daddy didn’t look  upset to him.  He knew the angel was right, but he would be careful around his daddy, anyway.  He liked being daddy’s boy.

Dean smiled.  The twigs and ants were bothering him.  He walked over to the Impala with his Legos and climbed into the front seat and began to play with the small connecting blocks on the dashboard.  He never noticed that several pieces slid down into the vent.  His mama called him to come eat.  Leaving the Legos where they were, he hurried over to join his parents, leaving one angel with a wide-eyed stare at the vent.

Castiel began to raise his hand to draw the toys out of the vent when Father 

intervened."The Legos must remain, my child.  They are important in the future."

That didn't make much sense but the angel complied.  "As You wish, Father."  He was quiet for a moment, watching the little family.  "Did I do all right there?  I have no comprehension as to why John Winchester is so abusive to his child."

"John Winchester does not recognize it as abusive, my son.  He is a strict man.  In a few years, Dean will come to worship him.  He will dress like him, listen to the same music, and he will own the Impala.  Whatever John Winchester says will be law.  John’s attitude will not change..  He will use that to control Dean, but the younger brother will see it for what it is.  Dean is a hero, Castiel, but he will never recognize that side of himself.  neither will will his family.  I promise you that there will be those who see it."

 "If he will mimic the man that closely, Father, then I will have failed because 

Dean is unique as are all humans.  John Winchester's only redeeming point is that he sired such a child," he whispered.

"You will not have failed.  Dean is not completely blind, Castiel.  He loves and 

worships his father, but when he is reaches his twenties, he will be deserted by his family. It will hurt deeply, and he will do all he can to win them back.  John Winchester will do things  that some might consider to be a fatherly thing to do, but there will be repercussions  and he will use Dean at the end of his life.  Dean will have to bear great burdens, but he will make most of the right choices.  Not all of them will be, but you will become a vital part of  his life again, at that time.  You will never leave him,  Castiel....not permanently.  He will lose sight of you."

"I never thought to say this, Father, but I wish that he will not.  He has 

become..special..to me."

"I will give you other errands at times, my child.  You may have to find ways to 

understand what has gone on during those times.  Until I send you back into the fight for his soul, safety, and sanity, you will not always know what he has been up to.  You will have to find ways to know.  It will be important that you do."

The sound of a car backing and tires screeching to a halt brought  an end to the conversation.  Castiel could hear John Winchester yell, "Damn it Dean, they’re in the vent!"

Snippets Eight: Who, What, Where, When, and Why

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Mary sat down the evening John left in anger and explained the word, ‘stubborn,’ to her two year old son.  Castiel listened and thought that Dean might actually have a good mother after all.  She took the time and put it into words a very young child would understand.

What Castiel and Mary had not expected was the string of questions to follow.  She thought it would come at a later age, but Dean was very inquisitive.  The angel realized that his charge was very intelligent.  He came to one more realization.  He seriously disliked  the words, ‘who,’ ‘what,’ ‘where,’ 'when'  and the most irritating word of all......’why.’

Of all the words in the multitude of human languages, Castiel was certain that "why" was the one word he disliked the most.  He would've said hated but it was simply not acceptable for an angel to hate something.  Supposedly, it was very unangelic like or so he'd heard.  However, the constant use of "why" when his charge was told something was, in a word, frustrating.  "It's time like this, Father, I have to ponder the creation of the world 'why.'  If I'm hearing it this frequently, I can only imagine how much You hear it," he said in private communication as he watched his little charge.

"Why is an important word in the human vocabulary, Castiel.  Humans do question everything and it is often that they do it, my child.  Sometimes they do  not understand my wishes or decisions.  As long as they ask me, they are communicating with me.  That is good.  When Dean stops asking, worry.  Give him the best answers you can.  His parents may fail in it.  We do not want to fail him too."

But they would fail him if something wasn't done to alter the destiny of this family.  However, he couldn't ask why because that wasn't allowed by his kind.  The angel sighed.  "I suppose so, Father.  I answer the best I can but it is difficult.  Young minds are so limited in what they can understand.  It's like Mary trying to teach him why the stove is hot."

"Teaching that things are dangerous is difficult, my son.  Remember that it is important that he comprehends that things are dangerous.  He will be a great hunter, but only if he understands that many things cause pain."

Castiel’s conversation was cut short when Mary screamed, "Dean do not touch the stove!"  He heard Dean’s scream and immediately was in the kitchen.

The angel teleported himself into the kitchen to find his little one on his knees, holding his hand and crying.  He could hear a mix of a cry for his mother as well as the mangled form of his own name.  Castiel knelt beside his charge, resting his hand on his back. "This is why we do not touch things that are hot, little one.  Hot can hurt when not mixed with cold."

Mary, getting ice out of the freezer, and Cas both  stared as Dean asked, "Why?"

Castiel thought he heard laughter from heaven again, but was not sure.

Snippets Seven: Potty Training

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When Dean turned two, John informed Mary that it was past time for diapers. He saw no reason the boy couldn’t use the big toilet.  Mary stared at him and said there were special made potties for training and they had a cup in front for little boys.  John snorted and told her to get the boy a small stool and make him stand like a man.  He was a boy, not a girl.

At that point, Castiel had the distinct pleasure of watching Mary go out and buy the proper training tools for Dean, including a special potty just for Dean.  He was very happy for that, especially given what John had done over the last nudity issue.  She was learning to stick to her beliefs when it came to helping Dean through certain phases in his life.

The arguments started when John got home.  He left the house and did not come home that night.  Dean had pottied during the argument.  Dean had actually done both in the potty and was very proud of himself, but did not know how to wipe.  He could hear mommy crying in the kitchen.

Castiel knelt beside his charge.  "You have done so well, Dean.  Your mother will be so proud of you."

"Mommy is crying," Dean pointed out the obvious to the angel.  Castiel could see, in the bright hazel eyes, the brain working.  Dean was not a stupid child and he was trying to find a way to make Mommy stop crying.  Before Castiel could stop him, the little boy, training pants still around his ankles, reached into the potty and grabbed what Castiel was sure was something that should have remained where it was.  He headed to the kitchen to cheer his Mommy up.  Castiel had said she would be proud.

 The angel facepalmed as he followed his charge into the kitchen.  Fortunately for Dean, Mary didn't react negatively and knelt, asking her son if he'd done his business in the potty when she saw the 'gift' in his hand.

Not for the first time was the Winchester charm shown in a bright smile.  Father had said the smile would get the boy into lots of problems later in life, but it would also help him.  Castiel had problems comprehending this in the innocent face before him, but Father was never wrong.

Mary beamed at him, calling him a good boy and then guided him to the bathroom to help him put the 'present' back into the potty and then taught him how to wipe himself properly.

Dean smiled up at his Mommy, when she picked him up and took him to the sink to wash his hands.  He put his arms around her and whispered, "Don cry, Mommy.  I luv you."

 "And I love you, my precious boy," she told him, kissing his little face.  "And my little one, if I cry, it's never your fault.  Remember that, ok?"

"Daddy made you cry," Dean’s little voice just sounded like he was stating a fact.

 "Sometimes daddies can make mommies cry," she told him.  "They don't mean to but can be quite stubborn."

"Wuz subborn?"  Castiel  thought the question was cute, as Dean yawned.  It was past his bedtime.

"Let's brush our teeth, little man, and I'll tell you," she said, getting his toothbrush wet and a dot of paste on it.

Castiel watched a sweet scene between mother son, marveling at how much the young man looked like his mother.  Little did he know that one simple question would open a part of childhood he had never dealt with.

In later years, most people would think that Dean was not that smart.  His younger brother would be credited with the brains of the family.  Dean started asking questions, nonstop, at age two.  Castiel, being his invisible guardian, and Mary would get the brunt of it.  The angel was going to learn patience.

Snippets Six: Dealing with Nudity

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Winter hit Kansas hard in 1981.  John and Mary kept the house warm for Dean, who hated shoes.  He was always losing one.  That winter, Dean developed a new habit that embarrassed his parents greatly.  He discovered his naked body and wanted to show it everywhere.

   For the angel, it was rather amusing  to watch the two year old streak around the house, giggling as his parents chased after him with one kind of garment or another.  In truth, to Castiel, there was nothing wrong as the boy was innocent in all things and to be unclad was no sin at all.  He really didn't understand mortals at times.

The Winchesters had gone to the mall so Dean could see Santa.  John swore he would never do so again when Dean pulled the old man’s beard off, climbed off the man’s lap, and gave the beard to a little girl close to his age.  Castiel’s brows went up when the young Winchester kissed the little girl on lips and left the beard with her as a gift.

Once the child had gotten home, he had stripped out of the red candy cane sweater and jeans that Mary had declared as perfectly adorable and had hurriedly gone running around, snickering gleefully.

The next day an event occurred which made Castiel realize that maybe mortals were right about nudity in children.  The Winchesters went to the local pond to ice skate with friends.  Dean was playing on the ice as his parents kept an eye on him, while skating.

The sound system that was set up played a Christmas waltz and John took Mary’s hand.  They were caught up in the moment when they heard someone scream.  Turning they saw Dean sliding across the ice and his bare butt disappearing into a snowbank.  John swore and took off after his naked son, with a distraught Mary right behind.

The celestial being was grateful it had been a snowbank and not  the ice the naked boy had fallen into.  He did have a feeling that Mary and John would not be thinking of the same thing, however.

The Impala pulled into the drive, John got out, grabbed his naked son, and entered the house.  Mary gathered Dean’s things.  When she entered, she could hear  John’s belt strike their son.  Mary ran and yelled at John to stop.  He told her it was the only way to make a boy learn.

John and Mary had a large argument and John left the house.  Mary sat in the kitchen, trying to figure out what should be done about Dean.  Castiel could hear the child crying.

The angel went into the small, cheerful room and knelt beside the bed.  "It's all right, Dean.  Adult humans don't always understand things sometimes."

The young boy climbed into the angel’s lap and laid his head on an angelic shoulder, sniffing.  After this, the boy tended to be more quiet and not as playful as he had been.  Castiel decided he did not like John and Mary Winchester.  She had not gone to her son to comfort but sought solace in her kitchen trying to figure out what to do.

Castiel was glad for the first time that Father had sent him to guard the older Winchester boy.

"Never fear, Dean.  Even if you cannot see me, know that you are in my thoughts and I will watch over you, Father willing," he whispered to his charge.

The boy whispered the name he always called the angel, "Cas."  The angel held him until he fell asleep and placed him back in his bed and remained there.

Snippets Five: Trick or Treating

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Castiel had to restrain the urge to laugh when Mary was trying to get her overly excited son dressed to partake in the odd ritual of "trick or treating."  Dean was bouncing, ecstatic to be able to go and get candy.  He and his mother had gone shopping for an outfit earlier, and the boy had chosen one that had surprised the angel.

He refused every cute, plastic masked costume in three stores.  His mother was shocked when he picked a make up kit for a werewolf.  He was upset that the clawed gloves were for adults and his little hands could not fit in them.  Mary bought two kits so he would have enough hair for his hands.  The former hunter in her concerned over a two year old’s interests.  Where had her son learned about werewolves?

The angel simply smiled.  It was a harmless fascination for now and after hearing the song "Bad Moon Rising," he'd had to explain about werewolves as best as he could to his ward.  Dean knew they were dangerous but was interested, and the heavenly warrior knew the interest in the supernatural would only serve him well in the future.  He smiled as the make up was applied.  "I know this day is a pagan celebration, Father, but I have to say that he looks rather adorable."

"At least he will not be eating too much candy with adult vampire teeth in his mouth," Father mentioned.  They both listened as Dean asked his normal questions about tricks and treats and the difference in them.

 "No, we just have to worry about that after he gets home," the angel said with a laugh.  John was staying home to hand out candy, so it was just mother, son, and the angelic guardian.  "He looks like a big puppy more than a fearsome creature," he admitted, large smile curving his lips.  

The next hour, mother, son, and angel walked the neighborhood streets.    Dean learned that no light meant no candy.  He walked by his mother’s side.  They stopped at a local grocery store.  It was closed but the outside lights were still on.  Mary opened the door and Dean ran to the counter.  The owner frowned when he saw the child.

"Oh goodness!  What do we have here?"  The owner seemed to act properly afraid of the miniature wolfman.

The child growled as best as a mouth full of adult teeth would let him.  At this time, the door opened and two teenagers entered.  The man looked up and said, "We’re closed."  The boys laughed and started taking chips and drinks, enjoying their plunder.

One walked up and tried to get into Dean’s candy bag.  The younger Winchester spit out his teeth, and said, "You tricked.  No treat."  The teen started to reach down to him.  Before Mary could do anything, the little boy was on his knees with a mouth full of calf.  The teen was screaming, Mary was trying to stop the situation, and the storekeeper was on the phone talking to 911.

Castiel reacted, using some of his grace to encourage the boys to leave the child alone.  Mary could fight but seemed to have forgotten how to at this moment.  He nudged her, trying to get her to embrace the fighter's instinct even for this moment.

Dean dug in deeper, gnawing the calf and the older boy fell to the floor, screaming louder.  The other teen stopped staring and ran to his aid.  Dean let go and looked up at the boy running towards him and bared bloody teeth that showed through the blood covered hair.  He raised his hands like claws and yelled, "I got wabies!"  

Both boys stared, wide-eyed at the two year old as a police car pulled up front.  Castiel and Mary were trying to figure out where Dean learned about rabies and canines.

Castiel looked at the scene for a moment before breaking into full laughter, nearly hitting the floor.  Oh merciful Father, life with this Winchester was NOT going to be dull!  Rabies indeed.

Snippets Four: Chasing an Angel

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Ever since Dean had become more mobile, Mary couldn't figure it out what it was that was keeping her son so entertained.  She'd often watch his little body hitching around on the floor, giggling as he tried to reach for something just out of his grasp.

When he started crawling, he was everywhere in the house. He seldom played with John.  His eyes were always on a far away spot in the room.  He would sometimes bump into furniture when staring far off into the distance. At first, Mary considered an eye doctor, but than realized that Dean could see just fine.  He was not paying attention to his surroundings. Those beautiful hazel eyes were always watching something in the distance.

The way he acted only made her wonder if her suspicions were correct.  That there was something else in the room with them, something that her little one had befriended.

She saw no signs of anything evil.  Mary Winchester knew her monsters.  She was a Campbell, after all.  She guarded her son carefully, not wanting him to live that lifestyle.  Dean was a gentle soul. He never got into anything.  ‘No’ seemed to mean something to  him.  He just had an invisible friend. John did not understand.

Castiel knew that Mary had somewhat figured it out and had informed his Father about it.  He had no reason for concern but Dean following him like this was annoying...annoyingly adorable as it was pointed out to him.

"What do we do, Father, when both parents realize I am here?"

"Both of them won’t figure it out.  John is not alert to the supernatural, Castiel.  Mary will say nothing to him because she does not want him to know.  Dean will not remember this in a couple of years.  Horror and fear will blot it out, but you will always be there to protect him.  As he ages, that will be not be allowed as often.  His course is set before him, but right now, he needs you.  Actually, he always will, but he won’t recognize it.  He will not believe, Castiel , and he won’t feel worthy of salvation."

"I don't want to question you," he said as he watched the little one crawling towards him again.  "But it doesn't seem right to determine his fate with something bloody and horrible."

"Because of his fate, Castiel, his brother’s fate will alter. This will prevent the destruction of mankind.  Dean Winchester is important.  Azazel has no idea, and he won’t. You are here because a time will come when others will understand.  At that time, you will give all you are to help him.  You will be his friend, my son. Not just a guardian."

"Wouldn't it be better just to have us take Azazel down?  Save them from this pain?"  He was terribly fond of the baby.

"No, Castiel, we have to let man have freedom  of choice.  Where Azazel is, there is Lilith, Ruby, Alistair, and many others who follow or lead.  Your brother, Lucifer, will be the cause, as he has been in the past.  Sometimes someone we love has to hurt to prevent even greater pain.  I am sorry, but it is something I have felt myself.  Be there for him.  It will not be all pain, but most of it will be.  Guard him, and keep the enemy from killing him.  For the time being, my son, he will not die, but a time will come.  Free will, Castiel.  I believe he is fixing to try to walk."

Castiel was watching his charge.  "Forgive me again for questioning, Father, but this isn't freedom of choice.  You're allowing the demons a chance to do what they want and Dean will be hurt by it.  I don't find it to be fair, Father."  Oh..he was walking a thin line but it had to be said.

"It is foreknowledge, Castiel, but man does the choosing on his own.  Seven years ago, Azazel killed John Winchester.  Mary could have let it be.  Azazel offered her a deal.  He would come visit in ten years, and if she allowed him to enter unopposed, John would live.  Mary made the deal, Castiel.  Because of this a second son will be born, and he will be the weapon of Lucifer.  It will be his choice.  Dean will raise him, protect him, fight him personally and for him, and make choices that will affect both of their lives and the future of mankind.  All of these decisions that happen are man’s chioices, not ours."

"This isn't Dean's choice," he objected.  "Nor is it the brother's that will come."

"It is not always the choice of the one affected, Castiel.  The sins of mankind fall upon others all of the time.  If Mary had not tried to run away that night, she may have died with her family.  Instead, John Winchester was brought into the battle.  He died.  She is only the first in this family line to make a deal with a demon to save a life.  It becomes a precedent among them.  The brother will die, Castiel.  Dean will sell his soul to return him, following in John Winchester’s steps, who did the same to keep Dean alive.  Dean will go to hell, Castiel.  You will free him, but  the damage is done.  If it helps, Dean does change for the better after Lucifer is freed.  You will be there at the final battlefield, but all will be scarred or lost."

"It isn't fair," he told him. "They need to be able to make their own choices, not tainted by what the others have done.  You could stop this..stop them before anyone else is harmed."

"It is freewill, Castiel.  I can not interfere.  These things are prophesied and some will be prophesied.  He may not know you are there, but you will still guide and comfort him.  He will need you, because he will not believe and will seek comfort in wrong things.  Be there, Castiel.  He actually will turn into a very good man."

"Dean!  What are you holding on to?  Who is holding you up?"  

Dean giggled, arms wrapped around one invisible angel leg.  He had walked across the room and held on to the one that only he could see.

"It is a sign, Castiel, that even when he rebels, he will cling."

The angel looked down at the child, voice soft.  He'd seen the little one's first steps, amazed that the frail limbs could hold up such a chubby little torso.  "All this way to me, Dean?" It wasn't fair.  He didn't want Dean to hurt.

Snippets Three: First Word

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There were times when watching over an infant wasn't too bad.  Dean could be rather..cute..when he wasn't fussing or dealing with a disgusting diaper.  Castiel found that he rather enjoyed the giggles from the boy as he occasionally made an appearance and talked to the baby.

It never occurred to the angel that repeating his name to a young child could have consequences.  Castiel thought it would be important for the baby to know who he was.  If he had to guard the child for the rest of his life, the kid ought to know his name.

So..one sunny Saturday morning, the family was in the living room while Dean gummed on his blocks.  Castiel was watching from near a window, aware of the hazel eyes watching as he was given an occasional drooly smile.

John was reading the newspaper, while Mary watched their son.  She noted that Dean kept smiling at the window and assumed he was fascinated by the sunbeams that touched the floor and moved because of the wind blowing through the tree limbs in the yard.  Dean started giggling and dropped the block that was now covered in baby drool.

It still amazed Castiel just how much babies could see.  He knew that cats and other animals could see the supernatural but human babies were something he hadn't expected.  "So you're watching me today, hmm?"

The baby’s eyes looked like a cat’s eyes  as they widened.  Cas loved the myriad colors Dean’s little orbs could change into.  His charge surprised everyone at that moment when he raised his arms towards the window.

The angel moved closer, kneeling by the infant. "What is it, Dean?"  It was moments like this that made working with his little charge so incredibly special.

Dean’s chubby hands touch the angel’s face as he squealed.  A pin drop could be heard in the living room as the little boy called out, "Cath!  Cath!"

Castiel froze while Mary looked at John.  "Did he just say cat?"

John frowned, "I don’t know how you got him to say it, hon, but I’ve told  you before.  No cats in the house."    

"It could be cartoons or the books I read him," she said.  The angel chuckled at this discussion. 

"We'll let them think that's what you're saying, hmm?  I cannot believe you chose me as your first word though, Dean."

Dean continued to touch the angel’s face, saying "Cath!" over and over again.  Mary wondered what her son thought he was touching.  Her eyes widened and she smiled.  Maybe Dean did have an angel watching over him.

Snippets One: Cas and Dean

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Laran and Tisha

Castiel, in his heavenly body, stayed invisible as he watched the young couple enter the nursery and place the infant in the crib.  He hovered over the three, trying to comprehend why Father felt he needed to watch over this one small child.  It seemed a long waste of time to him.  He went into the corner of the ceiling as the parents went to lie down and others entered the room.  The angel was protected from the demons at this time  They would not be able to sense him.  Castiel frowned as he noted that Azazel was telling several others that this was not the expected one

"Did you know this one would be born, father?", asked a female demon.

"No, but the expected one is four years away.  This one is worth nothing.  We will return at the time I was invited to come.  I wanted to see what this one was like.  He may be an influence over the other, and it may not be what we want.  We will watch and see.  He can always be removed."

The demons disappeared and the angel softly landed by the crib, staring at the small baby with curiosity.

"Your future brother would seem to have a fate, young one?  Is it possible Father expects you to have one too?"  

Mary Winchester entered the room and leaned over her son, "Angels watch over you tonight, my love."

Leaning over the crib, the young blond gently kissed her fair haired son and left the room.

Castiel stared at her and thought about what she had said.  He looked at the blond haired infant.

"We will.  I promise."