====== Baby Angels========
"Grace ground zero is pure creation."- Anna, Supernatural episode 4.10
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It took Dean six months to stop talking aloud to Sam after he left for Stanford, so Dean tried not to let it bother him when he occasionally slipped up.
Ben would shrug and continue with whatever he was doing. Lisa would give him a sad look of understanding, but never mentioned it or the nightmares which sometimes woke them both at night.
It was always the same nightmare too; the one where Sam ran away from home and a terrified Dean searched high and low for him. In the dream, Dean searches places which he didn't know existed as a teenager like the human roach motel set up by those pagans, a garden set in the clouds, and what once looked suspitiously like the gates of hell.
"Sam?" Dream Dean called, searching the graveyard in Detroit. The places he searched were always empty, regardless of what they might have been in real life.
"Sammy where are you?"
Tonight was the exception.
A light brown mop of hair peaked around one of the headstones, brown eyes blinking curiously at him.
"Sam?"
The head pulled back, but Dean was already running towards it.
"Sammy?" he looked behind the granite slab.
A little boy with light brown hair and freckles crouched on the grass, nervously staring at Dean between his fingers as he tried to hide.
Relief rushed through the former hunter and he swept the little boy into his arms. "Sammy I've been looking everywhere for you!"
"You have?" the little boy asked from Dean's shoulder. He couldn't be older than five or six, which was odd because originally Sam had been a teenager when he had run away. Dean assumed it was apart of the dream.
"Of course I have! Do you know how worried I've been? I wasn't just going to leave you out there to fend for yourself!"
"Oh," the boy looked awed.
"Don't you 'oh' me mister. It's my job to protect you, and I can't do that if you keep running!" The kid looked close to tears at the reprimand, and Dean felt like a jerk.
"Hey, it's ok," he rumbled, balancing the kid on his hip the way Lisa showed him that time he babysat. "Let's just go home."
Little Sammy nodded, eyes watery.
In a moment the pair was seated in the back seat in he back of the impala. The scenery flashed by the windows under the rumble of the engine, but there was no one in the driver's seat.
A smile touched the corners of Dean's mouth and he closed his eyes, secure in the knowledge that the little body in his arms would not vanish again.
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"Well you're awfully chipper this morning," Lisa said over breakfast.
Dean shrugged. "Got a decent night's sleep I guess."
She smiled. "That's great."
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Dean's dreams had actually been pretty good the past few nights. Dean chalked it up to some psychological mumbo jumbo about dreams and mental well being he once heard Sam babble about after they helped Bobby with a hunt.
No that his dreams had all been gum drops and lollipops, but they weren't bad. Lately they consisted of old memories from when he was a kid.
Like this one.
"Sammy, what are you hiding?"
The miniature version of his brother tucked his hands more firmly behind his back. "Nothing!"
Dean smirked and rolled over on the bed of the generic hotel set around them. Rain thumped against the windows. "Nothing? Really?"
Sammy scuffed his shoe against the faded carpet. "I found a stray outside. Can I keep him?"
"I don't know Sammy, a pet's a big responsibility. Are you up to taking care of it?"
The little boy nodded enthusiastically. "I promise to take good care of him!"
Dean chuckled. Sam always used to pick up animals off the street to bring home, but John had never let him keep any of them. Dean remembered the kitten they had hidden for nearly a week, before their father made them take it to a shelter.
"Ok, but you got to keep him a secret, or he'll get taken away."
Sammy looked horrified.
"So what's his name?" Dean added quickly, trying to distract the distraught child.
"I don't know. What do you think he should be called?"
Dean mentally ran through his box of fake IDs.
"How about John Bonham?"
Dean didn't find it strange that similar variations of this dream replayed themselves periodically in his mind; he just brushed up on his favorite bands and hoped not to run out of naming ideas.
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