Castiel
stayed close to Dean the entire night. The boy squirmed in his sleep and
whimpered. He touched the skin and felt
the perspiration and knew the boy was remembering his mother’s death.
“Sammy,” the
child moaned. Castiel ran his hands
through the sweat dampened hair and let his peace flow through him to his
charge. Dean would calm down for a while
and it would start up again.
Sam was
getting restless. Castiel went looking
for Bobby who was sitting in the kitchen with two hunters.
“The boy
thinks the man killed his mama. I couldn’t
hear what the man said but Dean thought he was going after Sam. What is really interesting is there was a
glowing figure behind the boys and the man backed down and shut his door.”
One man
leaned on the table holding a cup of coffee.
“I don’t mind checking it out, Bobby, but I’m heading home
afterwards. I haven’t seen Ellen in a
while.”
“Thanks,
William,” Bobby said as Castiel softly touched him He stood up.
“You hear
anything?”
The other
hunter shook his head. William Harvelle
rose and grabbed his hat.
“We’re gonna
check it out and head on. If you don’t
hear anything, the place is empty. I’ll give you a call from the Roadhouse once
I get home.”
Bobby saw
them to the door, and heard a noise upstairs.
Sam was coming down the stairs very slowly.
“What are
you doing, up, Son?”
“Dean.”
Bobby picked
the child up and hurried up the stairs. The
older child was tossing and turning in his sleep. Bobby set Sam on the bed and pulled Dean into
his arms. Startled, Dean screamed, “Mama!”
“It’s all right,
Dean. I’ve got you.”
The golden
head buried itself against his chest, and the boy cried. Bobby rubbed his back and held him. Sam sat there watching, a curious expression
his face. Bobby laid down on the bed with
Dean in his arms. Sam crawled over on
the other side and put an arm on his big brother. Soon all three were asleep on the bed. Castiel
sighed in relief and sat in the rocking chair to await the morning.
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