THE CAULBEARER
A caulbearer is a person who is born with a veil like tissue that covers his or her face from the crown of his or her head. There are many beliefs that a person born with this condition bring good fortune to those around him or her, possess psychic abilities as well as being able to communicate with angels.
A/N: I would like to give special thanks to 1967Impala for agreeing to be my Beta. I would also like to thank Jjaneru and Little Miss Bump for their critiscms as well.
A/N: For those who have just started reading this, after publishing this chapter, I looked over it only to find that it need to be tweaked just a little bit. Sorry for the inconvience. I hope, you enjoy the story as much as I do writing it.
Lisa found herself happily preparing dinner before her two "men" came home, Ben from his baseball practice and Dean from his hunting gig with his brother, Sam.
"Hmm," she mused to herself, "I should add another plate, just in case."
As she was considering whether or not to add another plate to the dinner table, she heard a light knocking at the front door. She placed the extra plate on the table for Sam.
"He's staying dammit," she said to herself as she wiped her hands on her apron , and walked toward the living room.
The knocking continued as she approached the door.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," she admonished her mysterious visitor.
She grasped the doorknob, and began to turn it.
"Hold your horses," she said, pulling the door open, " will...you?"
"What the..." she thought to herself, as she scan the vacant spot before her.
She was about to close the door when suddenly she heard a small voice speak up.
"Is my daddy home?"
"Uh?" Lisa asked looking down, and surprise to see a diminutive child.
"The angel said that I would find him here," the little girl informed her solemnly.
Lisa took a good hard look at the little girl. She appeared to be between 6 and 8 years of age. She had soft brown ringlets that cascaded down from the crown of her small head. Her complexion had a light bronze tone to it. However, it was the child's eyes that convince Lisa, whom the child was referring as her "daddy". They were hazel green just like Dean's.
"Are you going to sulk all day?" Sam asked his brother as they headed back to the place where Dean now called home.
"Maybe," came the curt reply.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"It means that for one year, I thought you were rotting in Hell," Dean forces out, "only to find out that not only you got out the same day, but you were hunting alone for that whole year..."
"Dean..."
"And, do you want to know what the kicker is?" He continued his rant, "the kicker is I didn't find out about this from you. I had to find this out from Bobby."
"Look, I'm sorry if you got your feelings hurt," Sam lets out a sight. "But, you promised me that you'd go and have that 'apple pie' life with Lisa and her kid..."
"His name's Ben," Dean snapped.
"All I'm saying is that you promised not to dwell about me going to hell, and focus on a family that you cared about."
"No, I promised that I wouldn't try to get you out of the Pit," Dean stated before adding, "and see if Lisa would take my sorry ass back."
Silence permeated the interior of the Impala that had been allotted its freedom after spending one year under a tarp.
"All I'm saying is that after doing my stunt in Hell," Dean said breaking the silence, "I came looking for you, Man..."
"...Dean..."
"And, as I recalled you made promises too that you were only too eager to break after my demise."
"It's not the same," Sam stated folding his arms over his chest.
"Yeah, well I'd like you to explain to me how," Dean said under his breath, as he continued to make the journey home.
"So, Sweety, what's your name?" Lisa asked, as she lead the small child to a cozy looking sofa in the living room.
"Dean had some explaining to do."
"My name's Mary Elizabeth," the little girl answered truthfully, making herself comfortable on the plush piece of furniture.
The child look around the quaint living room, as if searching for something, or someone.
"Well, Mary Elizabeth, it's a pleasure meeting you," Lisa said shaking the girl's tiny hand. "My name is..."
"Lisa, I know," Mary Elizabeth said absently, as she continued to look around the room.
"How do you know my name?" Lisa inquired, as she felt the rush of blood quickly creeping across to her cheeks.
"The angel told me," Mary Elizabeth shrugged slightly.
"What else did the angel tell you about me?" Lisa asked almost fearing the answer.
"Oh, he said that you were very nice and very pretty," the girl nodded, as if agreeing with the angel's assessment. "He also said that you were a mommy and that you had a little boy, named Ben."
"Well, I don't think Ben would liked to be called 'little'," Lisa informed her with a wink.
The little girl covered her mouth with her small hand trying to keep the giggles from escaping her, revealing two gaps where her two front teeth ought to have been.
Just then, Ben came through the front door.
"Hey, Mom, I'm home!" He shouted as he closed the front door with a bang.
"Benjamin Isaac Braeden," came Lisa's stern voice, "there's no reason to shout."
"Sorry, mom." Ben apologized as he walked in to the living room, and was surprised to find his mom sitting on the couch with a little girl.
"Ben, I want you to meet someone special." Lisa started to introduce the little girl to her son.
But before she could say anything more, the front door opened revealing Dean and Sam at its threshold.
"Lisa! Ben! We're home!" He announced, as he stepped into the foyer.
Lisa was about to reprimand him when suddenly the little girl hopped of the couch, and rushed towards him.
"Daddy!" She squealed enthusiastically, as she ran and wrapped her small arms around Dean's legs.
"Daddy?" He asked confused by the child's presence.
He looked up at Lisa who was now standing next to Ben with her hands placed on her hips.
"Daddy," she informed him with the look of indignation on her face.
TBC
A/N: Who is this strange child? And, why is she calling Dean, "Daddy"?
Please, let me know if you would like me to continue.