Eleniel was never normal. When Mary and John Winchester found out they were expecting twins, there was an admitted moment of confusion. Twins weren't exactly the most common thing in existence and neither of their families had previous instances of them. But nonetheless they were determined to love both children as fully as was possible. Mary couldn't quite say why she named them the way she did. Dean was obviously for her mother, but the second twin, a small, delicate little girl, was not named after her father as John had expected. Maybe it was a greater design, maybe it was a youth spent poring over Tolkien's works, but either way, the aptly christened Eleniel Grace Winchester, unbeknownst to her parents, was going to shake the earth to its core.

Two years old

"Mommy!" A heavily distraught toddler raced toward his mother, carting his sister behind him, fear flooding him as the blood ran harder down her arm.

Mary whipped around at the fear in her son's voice, hunter instincts still sharp despite their disuse, scanning for a threat to her children. Dean helped his sister into a chair, then raced to the kitchen where his mom was making dinner, tugging on her leg frantically to get her to follow him. His dad wasn't home and with the pain he knew his sister was feeling rushing through him, he was desperate to make her feel better.

"We were playing in the bushes an' she fell and cut her arm, an' it hurts, an' she was crying, but she didn't want me to know, but I heard her an' it really hurts but I don't know why, an-" "Shh" Mary hushed him, running her fingers through his short hair soothingly."Let me take a look."

Crossing the dining room to where her daughter sat quietly, tears streaming silently down her face, little fingers wrapped around a gash that stretched across the back of her right arm. "Here sweetheart, let mommy take a look at that. Shh, it's okay, it'll be alright." Gently assuring and comforting, Mary coaxed the toddlers arm away from her side, turning it to see the wound better. Outwardly smiling calmly, Mary internally panicked at the several inches long gash that stretched across Eleniel's arm.

"There now my little angel, it's just a scratch. Why are you crying?" Eleniel's little lip quivered dangerously, a preview to the storm of tears she was just barely holding back. "Hurts" She whimpered and Dean immediately attached himself to her side, chubby toddler arms stretched around her middle in an attempt to comfort his twin.

"Wen." He lisped, mushing his face against hers. "It'll be okay, Wen. I'll protect you." Eleniel snuggled into her brothers side, hiding her face in his shoulder. "Bean." She whispered back. "Love you, Bean."

Mary Winchester's heart warmed as she watched her children, but a jolt of fear pierced the warmth as she saw the wound that had no place on a two year old body.

Something had happened to her little girl. That was no ordinary scrape gained from innocent play. It was a knife wound, a type the ex-hunter was intimately familiar with, and she wanted nothing more to know where Eleniel had gotten it from. But something, something she couldn't quite say what, made her let it go. Later, after the wound was cleaned and bandaged and the twins had been tucked in the same bed, Dean refusing to leave his sister's side, and she herself was curled up next to John, Mary would wonder. She would wonder about the wound, about how Dean knew about it before Eleniel told him, about why Eleniel wouldn't tell her how it happened, about why she wasn't more concerned, and about sickly yellow eyes glowing in the dark.

Four Years Old

Some would say it was unnatural. Some would assume it was what had been dubbed Twin Telepathy. But Mary knew. She knew that it was more than that, more than just a casual feel of how the other was, of where they were, of what they were thinking. The connection Dean and Eleniel, now nicknamed Lennie after more than one case of mispronunciation, was not a normal one. If at any time of the day she were to ask one twin where the other was, they would be able to give an exact description of the other's current surroundings, whether they had seen them before or not. When she asked them how they knew that, they would simply state, "I asked her/him. She/He told me what it looked like."

But it was more than just knowing where the other was. Dean knew when Lennie was tired. Lennie knew when Dean was hungry. Dean could tell when his little sister was in trouble from across the playground. Lennie knew when Dean was fighting with the bullies that had picked on her when she was getting tended to in the nurses office. She greeted him without surprise when he too was brought to the Nurses to have his scrapes fixed up.

John told Mary to let it go, to be happy that the Twins could always rely on each other, and Mary was. She was delighted that her oldest children would always have each other, that they weren't angry or jealous when Sam was born because they had always shared the attention between the two of them. But she just couldn't shake the feeling loose that something was wrong with their connection. But for some reason, she never did anything about it. She never researched a reason and never tested the limits beyond casual observation. Every time she thought about really investigating, the idea slipped away and she soon forgot it.

Five Years Old and Beyond

John never thought about it until he began to learn of the Demon Children. Then, suspicions began to run rampant through a tired, paranoid mind, connecting things he had never really noticed until that point. How Dean and Lennie always knew when the other was in danger, how they could tell where the other was injured and how bad it really was no matter how much the other tried to lie about it. He never looked at them the same way again, but it was mainly his daughter that he focused on. Watching her like a hawk any time she answered for Dean or when she yelled a warning for something she couldn't see that Dean could. But like Mary, he never did anything about it, seemingly content to watch and suspect.

But none of them, not one, could have suspected what the real reason behind it was. Not even Lennie herself could, for the knowledge was not needed yet. Not until the First Seal was broken and the Righteous Man was raised from Perdition was her true potential unleashed.