An: Here it is as Promised...the sequel that will tell you why I had to Kill Dean off.
Disclaimer: I don't on supernatural, I'm just a just a writer that wishes I could come close to being as good as Eric Krypke.
Chapter 1
This haunt started like any other, one I suppose. Items being moved, strange noises you would have never expected and finally apparitions. Well that's not being entirely truthful. Unless you a ghost who shouldn't be able to touch salt, making salt lines around a baby crib and at windows, or a devil's trap drawn far enough away from the crib that a demon wouldn't have a prayer to touch the baby, normal.
Maybe I was sleep walking, and doing this myself. Which I have never done before in my life, but I was willing to think that maybe my subconscious was doing it, because of the horrible nightmares I have been having. The kind of horrible when I watched my wife burn to death over my son's crib. Just like my mother had.
I thought this was a possibility, until I walking to bathroom one night, and passed Dean's nursery on the way. As I passed the nursery I noticed, the air in the room was a good 10 degrees colder the it was in the hallway. That's when I heard it.
"Hey there little guy, don't be scared! I'm here to protect you, okay?" I heard my brother's voice say to his nephew.
"Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better." I heard my brother sing, before I felt the urgent need to open my eyes.
There he was standing over my son's crib, looking down at wide eyed wonder at my son.
"Dean?" I asked not believing my own eyes, it had been taken a year to convince myself that I would never see him again.
"Sammy!" Dean answered with a smile as bright as the light that surrounded him.
"What are you doing here? Dean asked me. This is usually me and the little guys time to talk." He added as he looked at my son in adoration.
"I could ask you the same, big brother." Was the only words that I could get out of my mouth.
"Jeez, can't a man pop down to visit his nephew, every now and then? Good looking kid too, little brother!" Dean answered with a smirk.
"His name is Dean Alexander, we named him after you, but then when his eyes turned green and his hair came in blonde, we wonder if, you know..." Sam said letting the sentence hang.
"Good name, I like I told you before, but I think I'll call him Zander, he's not me though, I can't come back like that." Dean said with another smile at my son.
I thought to myself that this was more than I remember him smiling when he was alive.
"So why are you haunting the nursery?" I asked curiously.
"Trying to protect my nephew. Which would be a lot easier if you would quit sweeping up my salt lines and covering up my devil's trap up. He answered, as he rubbed the baby's head. You know what's coming Sammy, and I can't let that happen, Zander is going to grow up healthy and happy, with both parents." Dean said before he vanished.
TBC
Thanks for reading, please take the time to review even give me suggestions as what to right next. I have a two more stories and then will take a while off to write new ones. So any ideas will help.
Luna
