A/N: Although I wrote some Supernatural poems this is my first 'real' story…..so I would really be eternally grateful when you could give me review. Disclaimer: I do not own the show sadly.

This is my version of why every demon is always after/drawn to Dean and in a shallow sideline story: my version on how Mary might have known the YED.

Mary loved John, she truly did. However there was a part of her live that she could never share with him. In order for their marriage to work a part of her had to be locked away, and so far it had worked. They were happy and when she discovered that they would be parents they were ecstatic. But when months began to pass and her pregnancy began to show, Mary discovered that her secret was more difficult to hide. And when the moment arrived that the baby was born, Mary knew that she could not hide her…no their… secret any longer.

It had taken her every ounce of strength she possessed to hide her son's true appearance for the doctors and John, resulting in: her fainting and an extremely worried husband who had refused to leave her side until she practically had him removed out of the room for the night. And now that the clock was slowly approaching midnight, and she could hear no nurses Mary lifted the glamour spell that she had thrown over herself and her son. Large white wings unfolded behind her back, and an almost ethereal beauty was revealed. But while Mary may have looked like a angel, her son…John's son…their son Dean…was truly unearthly beautiful: little golden wings that radiated light, green eyes that were like emeralds, skin that was covered with little golden flecks which truly made him breathtakingly beautiful. Sobbing Mary pressed him closer to her chest: Dean was wonderful. 'But..', she thought while straightening herself and placing Dean on the hospital bed before she began drawing the necessary symbols on the floor, '…he was also in great danger, if he stayed in this form.. and he had too because he had not enough willpower yet to put a glamour over his own appearance.'

Mary knew that she herself had not enough power to cover them both up for the rest of their lives so she had to do this. Finally finishing the symbols she took a moment to survey everything before she took the final step. Gathering her courage she opened her mouth and simply said one single word: "Dad!" Not expecting an immediate response she turned to Dean and once again lifted him into her arm. Pressing him against her she whispered: "I'm sorry little one, grandpa is not going to be happy with your mom…so if there's any yelling just ignore it, Ok sweetie?"

A flash of light behind her alerted her to the fact that her father had just arrived. Once again pressing Dean against her chest she slowly turned around, facing the man she had not seen in over 3 years..ever since she gave up her immortality when she decided to take a mortal as a husband. Her dad was just as impressive as always, but of course as one of the archangels that would be only logical. For a moment she forgot why she had called him, forgot that her father rejected her….for a moment she just wanted to run to him and be embraced, but that moment passed quickly when her son chose that exact moment to start making his presence known by waiving his tiny fists and coursing sparkling lights to appear.

Where for a moment ago, her father's face had been impassive and cool it now showed amazement. "Daughter?" Holding Dean out towards her father, she introduced them to each other. "Dad meet Dean your grandson, Dean meet your Grandpa."

Not capable of reacting Mary saw her father's face softening while his hands slowly took Dean from her. His hands slowly traced her son's small wings, and absorb the facial features. After a few minutes he lifted his head. "How is this possible? Your husband is human, this child should not have any of our kinds characterizations, yet I feel that he's even more of our kind then you are at this moment. What did you do, daughter?"

"I didn't do anything, father. I don't know why Dean is the way he is. You have to believe me dad, I couldn't have done anything because hiding him would kill me." Mary tried to implore with every fiber in her being that her father would believe her. "That's why I called you. I know that I broke the rules when I fell in love with a mortal, I know that and I'm willing to pay the price. But dad this is your grandson, and I'm hoping that you can help him." Finishing her small speech, she could do nothing then cross her fingers in the hope that her father would help.

After a few seconds that were only filled with the cries of Dean, her father (who had been watching his grandsons actions with a small smile) lifted his head. "I will help you, daughter."

Almost crying in relief, Mary could only say: "what do you want me to do?"

Fixing his gaze on his daughter he handed Dean back to her, before he removed a small necklace from his own neck. Next he plucked a feather from out of his own wings and pricked a finger with it…making sure that a few drops of blood fell on the necklace, before he addressed Mary again.

"You don't need to do anything. Except to make sure that your son will wear this necklace all the time." With that he gave her the piece of jewellery. "It will hide what he is. But daughter, while this may hide my grandson's true identity it does not change his identity or change his signature. Evil will always be drawn to him, as it has been to you when you were younger and unable to defend yourself. You would be wise not to have any more children, since they will be monitoring your family like hawks now. Changing the energy signatures is impossible even for someone as myself." With those words he reached for his grandson one last time, gently tracing his fingertips around the baby's soft cheek, delighted when the baby grasped a finger and smiled at him. "You are one amazing kid. I promise you that I will look out for you."

Straightening himself he allowed himself one last glance at his child, before he hardened his emotions. "As for you daughter, do not call to me again. You've made your choice. Because Dean could not be blamed I helped him, but I will not be persuaded to help a second child if he or she shows the same characteristics as him. You've made your choice and you will have to take the responsibility for that." And with those words he disappeared.

Mary stood frozen for a few seconds, only the tears on her face showed any movement when she realised that she truly had lost her father. But when she realised that the nurses would soon begin with their rounds again, she began too remove the evidence of her actives quickly. First she placed Dean back into his bed before she removed the symbols, then…after one last look at her son's true appearance…she clasped the necklace around his neck watching the glamour spell her father empowered take effect….noticing to her shock that even her father's power was only strong enough to hide the wings. Dean still had green eyes that were like emeralds and his skin was covered with flecks that could be mistaken for freckles but…when studied closer…still had their golden quality. Hearing footsteps she cast her own glamour spell before crawling in her bed again, and pretended to be asleep when she heard her door being opened. A small bundle of light fell on her face but she held herself still while willing the nurse away. After a few moments her wish was answered and she was once again left in the dark. Carefully opening her eyes to make sure that she and her son were alone again, she whispered into the night.

"I'm not going to bring any more children into this world. I can't risking evil to get their hands on possible other children, who do not have the protection Dean has. This I promise."

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Outside the hospital room stood the nurse, that had moments ago checked on both the mother and baby. But other then the rest of the nurses she had a hard look on her face that only changed after she heard the spoken words. Her eyes flashed yellow " Well Mary looks like I can't get to Dean. But I'm sure I can persuade John that Dean will need a younger brother or sister. And then…" Turning around she walked away and left the young mother and her child.

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Had she been able to see outside her room into the hallway, Mary might have been realised that she should not have spoken out loud, but alas she did……and with that the Winchester legend was created.

Fin.

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