Three days
passed and there were no demon signs. Bobby
and Caleb discussed the situation. They
called John who told them the demons would have no reason to go after Dean. He was concerned about Sam due to where his
mother died. He asked that the men
remove the boys from the safe room and keep an eye on the youngest.
Bobby wasn’t
overjoyed at the idea of not watching the older son. Dean had no reason to make up such a
story. John scoffed at the older man’s
fears and told him that Dean wanted attention.
Bobby took
the boys to town to buy some clothes they needed. What they had was too small for them. They were still out of town when the demons
attacked. The truck went sliding off
the road and hit a tree. Dean threw
himself on top of Sam as Bobby hit the windshield. The passenger door opened and hands reached
in to grab the boys.
Sam was
tossed to the ground and the man dragged Dean away from the truck. The younger brother screamed his brother’s
name. A woman reached down and touched
the boy.
“It’s all
right, Sam. We’ll protect you. You don’t need him. He’ll be a hindrance in the future.”
“I don’t
think so,” came a voice that held no inflection. The woman turned and looked into the piercing
blue eyes of an angel. She screamed as
his hand went to her forehead and she could not evacuate the body and dropped
dead.
Dean was
struggling with the man who held him in a vice-like grip. The man grabbed the boy’s throat and squeezed
and he reached the other around his head to snap his neck. They both heard the scream and saw the woman
drop, but only the demon saw the angel.
A large
cloud of smoke left the man’s body and Dean fell with the man landing on top of
him. Sam ran towards his brother as
Castiel checked the older boy. He was
going to have bruises. The angel walked
over to the truck and lay a hand on Bobby Singer. The man woke and looked around him. He saw the bodies and started swearing as he
jumped from the truck.
“Are you
two okay?”
“Yes, Uncle Bobby,” Sam
stuttered. Dean nodded softly, his teeth
gritted to keep from showing any emotion.
Castiel watched him closely.
‘Father?’
‘The demons will leave
them alone for now, my Son. They now
know which brother is being protected.
This will worry them. Stay close
to Dean from now on.’
‘Yes, Father. Thank You for letting me protect him.’
‘You are welcome, my
Son. When did he become your boy?’
‘My what?’ Castiel stared at Dean Winchester in
confusion. He thought back and realized
he had called his charge ‘my boy.’ He
was concerned that maybe he was becoming too close to him.
‘Well,’ thought the
angel. ‘He is my charge so he is my boy.’
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