Chapter One
"After the birth of his tenth child, Johnathia, in the past five monthes, Dean Winchester speculated that maybe something was not quite right. However he soon dismissed these trivial speculations after coming across a newspaper article about the rate at which an orphan drowns should they be dropped into the atlantic ocean off the british coast in February, and discovered his true divine calling. Now, he had already given up the Supernatural hunt after realizing that he wasn't truly doing Gods work, because God loves all his creatures, even the supernatural ones, and wouldn't want Dean to show them harm instead of lovingness, and he had already taken vows and become a priest after the births of his twin children Johnny, and Johnathan, but somehow he still felt unfulfilled in life. Maybe, these were only pieces to the puzzle of what to do with his life and if he applied the facts gained from this enlightening article, he would at last find a way to help his troubled soul still burdened with the pain of the acknowledgement of how he had harmed his poor supernatural brethren in the past. And give him closure. And it was then that Dean decided to move to Scotland and get a pilots license to aid himself in the quest for rescuing the drowning orphans in the ocean. It would be a difficult task, but Dean was ready for it. He only hoped that selling his car would bring in enough money to help him make the first steps towards this journey. It was in this rare moment that Dean wished he hadn't traded in his Impala for a Volvo, even though a Volvo was a much more saint like and got better gas mileage, the Impala would undoubtedly have been worth more to sell at this time. However he soon dismissed these sinful thoughts immediately reminding himself that "Money doesn't buy happiness, Happiness only comes through charitable acts to others" And thus, with thoughts towards the poor drowning orphans, and a grave and concerned heart, Dean went to his wife, Zil, to break the news about his departure. The beautiful Zil, standing erect at a grand height of 5 ft 2 inches with her 4ft 10 inch long gorgeous brown wavy hair falling gracefully down her back, was in the kitchen preparing a fruit bowl with carrots, broccoli, and spaghetti, her luscious deep soulful brown eyes looked up eagerly as he came in.
"Ave you brought me more of zat wondriful paper money, Deanito?" she asked in a voice that sounded as beautiful as a song birds on a winter night in Quam. She called Dean, "Deanito", because being a Spanish immigrant from Polland, she lacks the ability to say "Dean". Dean looked at her with eyes full of unending love, he wanted to take her in his big strong arms and hold her in a tight fervent embrace, of course that would be selfish, and he was much to busy, so he refrained, and said "Darling, I'm afraid that I haven't. You see, I must save what little money we have to fund my departure to Scotland, and what other money we should happen to get, I must of course give to charity to help save the monkeys in the forests of Canada from becoming extinct. Because you see the trees are so far apart that when these poor cute little monkeys try to jump to them they end up falling down and sometimes they were so far up in the tree that the impact causes brain damage to the extent that they keep doing it until they are dead, it's truly one of the worlds greatest tragedies. The People for the Protection Of Canadian Monkeys foundation needs all the money it can get to plant more trees to prevent these accidents."
"I see vat you mean Deanito, ve must be charitable to ze little creatures. What about jewlry?" Zil asked.
"I'm afraid not, honey bread." Dean gravely replied. Zil giggled at the sound of her favorite nickname.
"It's alright Deanito, shoud ve need to we could alvays sell ze children ve have to many anyvay," she reassured.
"No, honey bread, ve, I mean we shouldn't sell the children, I prayed about it and got the feeling that it would be morally wrong to do so, besides, children are fundamental to the development of adults for the next generation." Dean explained.
"I understand that, vut, Deanito! Ve haf so many, and zen ze childrun would be orphans and you might even be able to save zem later ven you leave us for your divine mission. It could help get ze, how do you say it? Ah yes, ze ball undulating" Zil said.
"Oh, Zil-Zil, how you make me laugh, I believe the word you're looking for is "rolling" Dean laughed.
"Zisn't that what I say?" Zil asked. And they both started laughing with happiness, at Zil's foreign ignorance to common words. Dean puzzled what his favorite most beautiful wife ever had stated and said, "Though it is tempting, I believe that God will deliver business unto mine own hands and I shouldn't need to subject the children to it. Oh and how did you know I was leaving Zil? I didn't even tell you that yet." Dean said.
"I'm a foreigner, Deanito, ve haf our vays." She answered mysteriously.
"Okay," said Dean looking at her lovingly, he couldn't believe that he was so fortunate as to get the most wonderful woman on earth of whom he wouldn't even have to explain divine missions to. He felt truly blessed.
"Vut Deanito, if you are going on zis quest you must take me and ze childrun with you, I cant survive without you and your providence of zat vunderful paper money" she implored.
"No sweetie, I'm afraid that this is something I must do on my own. It's my quest and it would be wrong to burden you with it." said Dean.
"It vould never be a burden vith you at my side," said Zil, and they both started to cry and buried each other in each others arms. because they were so touched by each others devotion and so happy that they had found each other. That night they held each other in a fond embrace, as they drifted off into sleep with dreams of promise in the future in their hearts.