CHAPTER 2:

3 Months Later.

"I saved a little orphan child this morning just off the coast. Her name was Johnalitisha. On the flight back to the mainland I made pleasant conversation by explaining that my ten children all have similar names. I think she found it comforting", Dean wrote as he dozed off to the rhythm of the dancing flame atop his cream-colored pillar candle.
In his slumber, Dean saw a faint glowing light. To any other, this would just be a figment of his subconscious mind, but to Dean Winchester, it was an epiphany, a new beginning, a chance to do more good than one can ever imagine.
"A SEAL RESERVE!" Dean bolted upright in bed narrowly missing the low canopy of artificial vines that serve as sort of an inspirational dream creator.
This life-altering message was so clearly sent to him by a seal possessing the power of telepathy. Reaching out to him in the dark of the brisk Scotland night, pleading for his good nature and aid.
Zil, who had tumbled from the mattress, arose from the floor with a remarkable expression of content and happiness unnatural for one who'd just been startled from a deep sleep.
"Have you had another… how do you say…dream vishun, Deanito?" Zil asked with her accent less notable when half asleep. "Wuz aye feeding you grapes and peekells as we baved in paper money?" Zil, being only 1/200th Spanish was featured in the 2005 Guinness Book of World Records for having the strongest accent of one so removed from the culture.
"No, not at all my darling Zil-Zil", whispered Dean still going over the architectural layout of the Bora Bora Seal Reserve in his mind. "I saw something, something that will change the world. A Seal Reserve that shall protect all seals from the cruel killer whales who heave them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every night with no remorse." Dean muttered, tearing up at the thought of the seals being chased ruthlessly through the vast, freezing arctic waters.
"But of course, Deanito", yawned Zil as she slipped on her 100 cotton robe and padded out of the room to tend to young Johnathia who was awoken by her father's shouts of joy.
With the vision of future good bringing him peace of mind, he was able to fall into a deep slumber where he dreamt of seals showering him with hugs and flowers in the "Polar Palace" that was now their home. Where confetti fell from the ceiling like snow, and nice fresh fish were as common as wildflowers in a field.

The next morning Dean awoke to the rich aroma of Zil's famous cucumber pancakes. The cucumbers were left over from Zil's previous job as a pickle farmer in Poland. She'd farm the pickles, and then transport them in her pink minivan to her underground cucumber pickling plant. This later led to her exile when the king of Poland found out, because cucumber-pickling plants are of course illegal for obvious reasons. Though money was her only motivation and she'd had no desire to tamper with the laws of the country, she was exiled nonetheless, and was deported to America where she met Dean while he was visiting the local rehabilitation centers lending kind, encouraging words to those who were seeking help for their problems. With his good nature and patience of a saint, Dean was able to help Zil become a hardworking, loving, caring mother of 10. Though her love for money still exists, she's no longer driven to break the law just to get it. She now owns a legal pickle shop where people can order pickles according to size. With it being the only custom-size pickle shop in Scotland, Zil's achievements have again found their way into the Guinness Book of World Records. Since Zil has become a useful member of society and Dean wishes to speak of nothing unpleasant, Zil's past was buried, along with her pickle plant.
"Spoiling me with your delicious pancakes again, darling?" Dean asked kissing each of his ten children on the head as he walked by.
"Vy yes, Deanito. Not a day goes by ver I do not wish to cook for you a most fantastic meal made of my special cucumbers from… ze other days ven—"
"Hush now, my sweet Zil-Zil," Dean murmured as he wrapped his strong arms around her plump waist with concealed difficulty. "Don't think of such unpleasant memories, my dear. For it's all in the past now." Dean kissed her neck and pulled away smiling.
"Vat are your plans tuday, sveetums? Do you plan to take ze childrun to school in ze choppar?" Zil asked as she gently flipped a cucumber pancake.
"I actually plan to look further into the Canadian Monkey Issue we spoke of last evening, honey bread."
"What monkeys, father?" Questioned John, the eldest of the ten.
"You monkeys, of course!" Laughed Dean as he playfully mussed Johnita's hair.
The children giggled at their father's delightful manner. They so looked forward to breakfast at their long 20-seat picnic picnic located in their breakfast niche.

Dean leaned back, grasping Zil's hand as he gazed at his perfect family. Little did he know, the breakfasts to follow would never again be the same.