Brief Encounter
John and Mary had not yet decided the name of their first born son. On the hospital crib card it read only Boy Winchester. But Castiel would have recognized the child no matter what.
The child looked so small and fragile that the angel took the baby in his arms. The infant moved his arms and opened his eyes a little bit but didn't wake up. Those emerald eyes were darker than the grown-up Dean would have. Castiel held the small fist with his index finger. The fist opened and took a firm grip on Castiel's index finger. Castiel couldn't help smiling.
- What the hell do you think you are doing? whispered John Winchester angrily as he didn t want the whole room of babies to wake up and start crying. He didn't know the stranger in trench coat.
- It's all right, John. I'm here to warn you.
- Give me my son.
- I would never hurt Dean.
- How? How would you know his name? We chose the name only minutes ago.
Castiel still held Dean in his arms. The urge to protect this innocent child was enormous. Despite his feelings Castiel handed the child over to John.
- I am from the future. You should leave the hospital and this town as soon as possible.
- Who are you, then?
- A friend.
- How can I trust you?
- You can't.
When the Winchesters had fled Castiel came to their house and wiped the memories of Castiel from John's mind. Castiel stayed awhile by Dean's cradle. He bent down to kiss the child on his forehead and zapped away.