Chapter 4: I can see… well, everything

A week passed after the unfortunate incident and it was all good; there were no heart feelings, although Dean still felt a bit guilty. After finishing that job they were working on, they found another job two days later. Dean and Sam left to investigate while Bobby took care of his beloved grandchildren.

They returned a few days later, in the middle of a dark night. Dean got in the house with the bags, carefully to not wake anyone, and left them in the living room. Sam got in next to Dean, holding his arm. Sam had got hurt on the fight against the werewolf the hunted. Besides the usual bruises from confronts with creatures, what needed more care was the cut the werewolf had made with his claws in Sam's arm.

They went to the bathroom so Dean could take care of the deep cut that was certainly going to need stitches. Sam sat on the toilet lid as Dean grabbed on the alcohol, tissue and needle.

Then Sam noticed a shadow on the floor. He looked at the entrance and saw Aurea standing on the doorway in a light green pajama and yellow socks. Dean also turned his attention to his niece. "Aurea." He said, surprised to see her. She shouldn't be there, she shouldn't see Sam's bloodied arm.

"It's late, Aurea. You should go back to bed." Sam said, hiding his wounded arm from the girl's sight.

"You're hurt." She said in surprise and worry.

"I'm… I'm okay. This is just a scratch. I'll be fine." Sam told her, ignoring the pain that he had been feeling for half hour.

Aurea stared at him for a moment. Dean looked between her and his hurt brother, seeing and drops of blood falling on the white floor and wondering if he should say or do something. Then Aurea approached Sam and touched his wounded arm above the cut wrapped in a white towel (now mostly red than white). "Aurea…" Sam said softly before feeling a heat on the arm and suddenly the pain vanished. Sam removed the towel and there was no cut anymore; he was healed.

Sam and Dean looked at her, astonished but none of them said anything. Sam took off his half bloodied shirt and picked up his daughter. "It's time to go back to bed." They left the bathroom and Dean put things back in the place, since he wasn't going to need them, fortunately.

On the way Aurea asked "Daddy, can I sleep with you?"

Sam made Aurea get used to sleep alone in her room. She rarely slept with someone, but this time Sam made an exception. "Sure."

They lay down on Sam's bed. Aurea was lying on her stomach close to her father, just like she used to be when she was younger. Sam felt the closeness again after a long time and remembered how it made him happy, the happiness that contrasted with the suffering he had felt most of his life. After seeing and fighting evil it was good come back to his lovely daughter who had healed him, physical and psychologically. "Thanks, Aurea." Sam whispered to her even though she was probably sleeping already.

Just like Sam, Dean looked for comfort in his son. Dean didn't need much, just watching his sweet baby was enough. And that was what Dean did, he watched John as he slept just before he went to bed. It was better than a lullaby, close to a bedtime story, but better; because it was real.

When Aurea woke up Sam was still sleeping, the sun illuminated the room and she took a while to adjust her eyes. Then she heard some noise that came probably from the kitchen. She got out of bed gently, not to wake her father, and out of the room. As she got to the kitchen she saw her grandfather holding John who was crying; it wasn't too loud but it disturbed Aurea.

"What do you want, baby boy? You're not hungry, you're not wet..." Bobby thought of the possibilities why John was crying. "Do you miss your dad?" Bobby kept shaking gently the baby. He tried to give John his pacifier, but it fell on the ground.

Before Bobby had found a way of picking it up holding his grandson, Aurea appeared standing on the couch holding him the blue pacifier. Bobby was startled by the sudden appearance, but he didn't show it. "Thanks, sweetheart." Bobby took the pacifier of her hand.

Looking at the crying baby, Aurea touched his foot in hope to find out why he was crying. She was surprised, but glad that when she touched John, he started calming down. Apparently he had been calling for her; he missed her. Although Aurea was present in John's life almost all the time, he needed the physical contact to sense her.

"Do you wanna hold him?" Bobby asked her and Aurea nodded with a smile.

She sat on the couch and Bobby put little John on her lap. He didn't know if it was luck, instinct or if Aurea knew, but the young girl held her cousin the right way, in a such comfortable way that John stayed quiet and relaxed, staring up at Aurea as she smiled.

As the kids seemed to be alright, Bobby said "I'm gonna make breakfast." He turned around, leaving the kids bonding.

As Sam woke up from the restful sleep, he was surprised by Lucifer, sat on the bed watching him. Sam smiled at him, still with eyes half closed. "Where's Aurea?" He asked realizing she wasn't there.

"She's downstairs." Lucifer told him.

"And you came seeing me first, than your daughter...?" Sam said in a soft criticizing tone.

"She's busy with John. I didn't want to interrupt." He said before leaning down and kissing Sam deeply and so intensely that Sam got lost in the touch. Almost instinctively Sam brought a hand to Lucifer's blond hair, caressing it and gently pressing their mouths together. For moment Sam was glad Aurea wasn't there.

When Lucifer pulled back Sam still kept enjoying the touch that was no longer there. "You got hurt, last night. I felt it." Lucifer's serious tone caught Sam's attention and he sat on the bed. "But then I ceased to feel it."

Sam smiled slightly; Lucifer didn't let his emotions show, but after two years Sam could see right through him, and he saw worry in Lucifer's look. "Dean and I were hunting a werewolf... It appeared suddenly and clawed my arm. But when I got home... Aurea healed me."

"Really?" Lucifer asked in surprised.

"Yeah." Sam answered, still amazed.

Lucifer was in silence for a moment. "Then I guess it's time."

"Time for what?" Sam asked confused.

"For me to intervene in Aurea's abilities. To help her control them."

"You mean training her." It was a statement and by Sam's tone he wasn't very happy about it. "Don't you think it's too soon?"

"I thought it was. I was waiting until all her abilities started to show... But now she can do the same things I can."

"How do you know?"

"If she can heal, that means she can see... well, everything." Sam was still looking at him confused. "Humans don't see the world the way angels do. We can see things much more detailed, even at a big distance. For example, I can feel and hear your heartbeat. I can feel Dean's too; his is faster, he's probably having a nightmare. Now I know that you're worried about him, like I could know what everyone else's thinking in this house." Lucifer had never talked with Sam about the things he could do, but now it was important for him to know, so he could understand Aurea. "You're not just a being, you're a series of millions and millions of living organisms, and I can see every one of them. And just like I can see them, Aurea can see them too." He paused as Sam absorbed all, in surprise but also a bit scared. "If Aurea can feel your microscopic cells and make them rapidly multiply, I'm sure she can feel everything else."

"Okay" Sam said after a while. "What are you going to do?"

"I was thinking about taking her to the refugee house for a few days. It's more peaceful there and it helps her to focus. I'll have to test her abilities and help her to control them, perhaps even create some limits."

"How? She won't understand. She's too young." Aurea wouldn't understand why there were certain things she couldn't do, without telling the reason. But Lucifer wasn't going to tell her about the dangerous and evil creatures that lived in that world. Not yet; by Sam he'd never tell her... But that was subject for another conversation.

"Maybe... But she'll do what I say."

Sam understood what Lucifer meant. "You're gonna do the same thing. The same thing Dean did... You almost hit Dean for doing that, and you're going to do the same thing?"

"Sam, I don't like it. But I'll do it, if I have to." Sam could see Lucifer's words were true. "To assure Aurea's safety."

Sam took a moment, thinking about the subject. "I don't... I don't like it." He wasn't sure of what exactly, but something told him it wasn't a good idea, and he had to let that clear with Lucifer.

"I know." Lucifer could sense Sam's worry and discomfort. "Think better about it. You've got time." He looked away for a second. "There are some things I have to do first."

"What?" By Lucifer's tone it seemed to be something serious.

Dean woke up and when he opened his eyes he saw Castiel next to him. It took a moment before Dean could talk, there was something weird in the dream he just had had. "It was you." He realised. He remembered having a dream about Hell, and then suddenly it changed and he was beautiful and peaceful place.

If he thought about it wasn't that strange; he knew Castiel would be always there to protect him, even from his bad memories. Dean sat on the bed and kissed Castiel's cheek. "Thanks." He whispered and Castiel turned his face to kiss him.

Dean's enjoyment of the kiss was lost as they detached from each other and Dean looked to Castiel's serious face. Well, Castiel's face was usually serious, but in that moment Dean recognized his expression. "What happened?" He asked to Castiel that seemed confused look of how Dean knew there was a matter he wanted to discuss. "You have the 'we need to talk, Dean' look."

Castiel smiled a little, it was curious how Dean got to know him so well... "Lucifer and I were thinking about making an intervention in Hell."

Dean wasn't sure what Castiel meant exactly. "You're gonna get rid of it?" He hoped.

"No. We are going to lock it down; don't let demons get out." Castiel explained. Apparently Lucifer still thought some humans were evil and deserved go to Hell. "But there are already many demons out here. So we've got to sent them back to where they belong."

"How are you gonna do that?" Dean asked.

"At first we're going to give them the chance to go back themselves..." Which was unlikely to happen, but Dean was sure it had been Castiel's suggestion. "If they don't, the Angels will start hunting them down."

"Wow, Angels hunting Demons..." Dean said surprised. Once before Dean thought that was the Angels' job, but then he learned that apparently Angels had more important things to do.

"You may even find some angels, sometime..." Dean was even more surprised, but he had to admit it would be good having some help hunting demons. "But... we'll be busy for some time."

The soft words were clear enough for Dean. "You mean you won't show up for a while." It was more a statement than a question.

"Yes." Castiel couldn't hide a bit of sadness and neither could Dean. But he understood it was Castiel's job, and after all Castiel was helping him somehow.

"Hey, maybe we'll meet on a hunt." Dean tried to give them some hope.

Castiel smiled a little. "Maybe."

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