Exorcizamus
Song of the chapter: In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida – Iron Butterfly
Hehe a small disclaimer I forgot before:
I don't own Supernatural, if I did Sam and Dean would be topless. Period. Neither do I own Harry Potter; if I did I would own half the world and have designated sleeping days. They belong to Eric Kripke and J.K Rowling respectively.
On with the show!!!!
This chap is very short, for which I apologise. But it's kind of necessary, so you might want to read it !!
30 years ago, Lawrence, Kansas.
The 6 month-old Dean Winchester, lay sound asleep in his crib. The sun-shaped nightlight, gave out a soft red light that radiated off Dean's chubby baby cheeks. Even at 6 months old, he was something to look at. His wispy blonde hair was standing up at odd angles, white lashes curled up delicately, twitching slightly as he dreamed. Wide, sparkling green eyes running underneath his lids, chasing the birds in his head. A pouting mouth hanging open, a thin line of drool glinting in the silver moonlight.
Everything was quiet, his cartoon clock quietly tick-tocking away the seconds. Outside in the hall, the light started to flicker. The nightlight stuttered. The crib mobile started twirling, and singing.
On the other side of the house, John and Mary Winchester lay sleeping, unaware of their faulty lighting.
A figure appeared, in the rocking chair at the head of Dean's crib. A hand softly stroked Dean's white-blonde hair, cooing lightly. A pair of yellow-eyes glinted, in the still flickering nightlight.
"Hey there Deano. My, my you've sure grown." Azazel whispered, still stroking his head.
"I promised your momma I'd be here, told her I'd swing by. Pity she isn't awake though, she would have enjoyed the show I'm sure."
Chuckling to himself slightly, he got up off his silently rocking chair and leaned over the crib. He had made a good choice; the boy was strong, in more ways than one. Him and his brother, who'd have thunk?
Running a knife across his wrist, Azazel let the blood well. Then he opened little Dean's mouth, and let the blood pour down his throat.
"Your gonna grow up to be a big strong boy, Dean. You 'nd your brother, when he comes along that is. There ain't nothing that's gonna stop you two when your rolling. Good job to, with the way this worlds going to go."
Pouring power behind his words, Azazel lowered his lips to Deans small ear and said,
"Look after your brother boy."
And with that, the hall light stopped flickering. The nightlight righted itself.
And the mobile stopped singing.
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