Author: The Wayward Angel
Story: Angel Kisses
Word Count:696
Chapter: 1/1
Pairings: None
Spoilers: None *slight AU*
Trigger Warnings: mentions of John drinking, teen Dean on a hunt (brief), and OC
Summary: When Dean was little his mom told him that freckles were kisses from angels. *OC angel*
Disclaimer: Only Caleb is mine so please don't steal him, okay?
AN: INTRODUCING CALEB! Okay, so Caleb is my OC for a story I'm going to do after I finish When Skeletons Fall called Halflings and Hunters. I don't want to tell you too much about him now but I love him and I needed fluff because writing When Skeletons Fall makes me angst so hard. So, hopefully you like this, maybe you won't. Either way, thanks for reading and I love you!
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine. Please feel free to point out any grammatical or spelling errors.
Angel Kisses
"Mommy, why do I have these funny marks on my face?"
"Those are freckles, Dean."
"What's a freckle?"
"You get freckles from angel kisses."
"Oh."
Dean ran a hand over the bridge of his nose. At thirteen he was still getting more freckles on his skin. He really kind of hated them.
"Dean!" Sammy, nine years old, held out an arm to his older brother, his eyes bright, "Lookit! I've got a freckle!"
"That's cool, Sammy." Dean replied, smiling softly.
"Where do they come from, Dean?"
"Mom said they're angel kisses."
"But angels aren't real." Sam said, tilting his head, "Dad said so."
"Well, mom said that's what they are." Dean shrugged. He was old enough to know by now that wasn't the truth, but dammit Sam was a kid and he wanted his little brother to believe, even if it was only for a little bit.
"Okay." Sam said happily, "You get kissed by angels lots, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Dean said, snickering softly.
Later that night John took Dean with him to a salt-and-burn. With Sam getting older Dean was able to go on more hunts with his father; a salt-and-burn was pretty easy so he went on most of them. Dean helped John dig up the grave and salt the bones. John had just poured the kerosene when the ghost showed up. The deceased Mr. Crones was more than a little pissed and knocked John back several feet before turning on Dean, but before the ghost could toss Dean a warm feeling surrounded him and pulled him out of the way.
Dean's eyes widened in confusion but he lit the lighter and tossed it into the grave, sending Mr. Crones up in flames.
John got to his feet and gave Dean an approving look before starting to shovel dirt back into the grave. Dean shook off the warm feeling and helped his father fill the grave back in.
Dean lay in bed with Sam, his arm wrapped around his little brother as they slept, keeping him close. John was gone, letting Dean sleep while he possibly drunk himself into a post-hunt stupor. A young man stood near the bed, a light smile on his face. He was maybe twenty-five years old with blonde hair and shining gold eyes, but not demon yellow. More…angelic? Pure and light. The young man pulled the blankets up over Sam and Dean.
"Ghost almost got you tonight Dean," He chastised in a low voice, "Gotta be more careful kid."
He smiled when Dean and Sam snuggled closer and bent down, kissing Dean's nose and Sam's hand. Little freckles bloomed when he pulled away and in a blink of an eye he was gone.
When Dean woke it was to Sammy gasping and pulling away from him.
"I got another freckle Dean, on my hand." The little boy said, eyes wide, "Do you think an angel visited last night?"
Dean blinked sleepily at his little brother, "Yeah, maybe." He mumbled, "Go back to sleep, Sammy."
End
Allie: Who wins the award for crappiest character introduction? Yeah, well it was fluffy and cute to me. You'll see more of Caleb in the upcoming Halflings and Hunters. New chapter of When Skeletons Fall will be posted tonight. Peace!