On many occasions Clarence would find himself staring up at the sky, looking for his absent father or any sign of him. Birthdays were always the most difficult for him, every year he would wish the for the same thing, and of course it was always for Castiel. He was turning six...well more like two ,but to the outside world he was six, the following day, and then he would have to begin school in two months. Clarence dreaded the idea, he'd rather stay home and spend his time in the garden reading the old lore and history books that uncle Sam and Dean kept at their house, while his mother was out working her shift at the psychiatric hospital. Meg rarely spoke of Cas, but Clarence's pleading blue eyes and his tilted head always made her break. She had told him about everything from the first time they met to his temporary crazy and fascination of bees. Bees… He would definitely prefer spending time with bees than with a bunch of kids who barely knew how to speak correctly, things would be painfully slow considering he already read at a very advanced level.
"Clarence come inside, it's getting cold out." Meg called. Clarence looked up and sighed.
"I don't get cold, Mom." he answered. Meg walked out the back door and sat on the bench next to him.
"I know feather boy, but I would like you to come in with me. I have something for you that I think you'll like." she offered wiggling her eyebrows.
Clarence sighed, grabbed her hand and followed her inside. She sat him on the living room couch and disappeared into the kitchen, Clarence twiddled his thumbs until he heard the fall of his mother's boots on the hardwood ,signaling her return. He looked up at her and saw the uneasy look in her face as she held a small black box.
"What's that?" Clarence asked, eyeing the box. Meg handed it to him and sat down.
"Open it." she said. He lifted the lid , and saw a silver bracelet , with enochian symbols engraved on it.
"It took me a while to find it, but …well I finally did." she explained, " It's made of your father's angel blade, I had it melted down and did some research on the heavenly language."
"Thank you." Clarence blurted as he hooked it on to his wrist. Meg smiled and nodded, it was still a little awkward showing affection, but she always managed especially with him. Clarence cocked his head to the side as he listened to the familiar purr of the Impala. A smile appeared on his face and he ran to the door and opened it, surprising the brothers.
"Hey Clarence." both brothers greeted.
"Hey uncle Sam. Hey uncle Dean." Clarence replied as the brothers made their way inside and Dean ruffled his dark hair.
"Hello boys." Meg said. Clarence closed the door and walked into the kitchen where everyone had gone into.
"What are you guys doing here?" asked Clarence.
"We were in town working a job." Dean answered.
"The Lamia?" Clarence asked, the brothers looked at each then back at him.
"Yeah how did you know?" asked Sam.
"I felt him." he responded and grabbed an orange that was lying on the counter.
"Clarence why didn't you tell me?" Meg asked. He shrugged and continued peeling the orange.
"I didn't know what it was, and when I did it was already gone so, I didn't find it necessary to alert you."
"Yeah well, next time alert me! because I swear …" Meg began.
"Aw… Come on cut the kid a break. It's his birthday tomorrow." Dean said, Meg rolled her eyes, but dropped the subject.
"So are you guys sleeping over?" asked Clarence.
"Yeah." answered Dean and smirked at Meg who had a rather annoyed look in her face.
"Great we can play poker!" he exclaimed. Sam looked at Meg with a raised eyebrow.
"You taught him to play poker?"
"Uh-" Meg began ,but was cut off by Clarence.
"Jerry showed me."
"Jerry Really and whose Jerry?" Dean asked.
"He's the gardener." Meg replied.
" oh ..Jerry the gardener." Dean said to Sam. Clarence watched in amusement, he knew the adults had forgotten he was even there, but he didn't mind he always found it hilarious to watch his mom and Dean going at each other. Sam had already made himself comfortable and was drinking beer .Clarence sighed and decided that he should break up the argument.
"I'm not sleeping with him and if I were it wouldn't be any of your business!"
"Come on… it's not like your saint it's perfectly normal!"
"Hey guys!" Clarence said, but the two kept on bickering. Clarence rolled his eyes.
"Uncle Dean someone's trying to steal the Impala." he said, and it was enough to shut him up and run out of the house. Noticing his baby was perfectly fine he came back in and glared at the young boy.
"What did I tell you about using my baby to distract me?"
"My apologies, but the argument was getting a bit… strange." he answered tilting his head slightly.
"Gosh you're just like your father." Dean mumbled.
It was getting late and after a couple hours of hearing stories from Sam and Dean's recent hunts Clarence retreated to his bedroom. He really didn't need sleep, he'd figured it out a year ago yet he still enjoyed doing it, it made feel …human. Which was sometimes nearly impossible since his grace allowed him to do things other couldn't, he had abilities, but Meg had asked him not to use them unless necessary, not that he wanted to he hadn't used any of the abilities since Cas left.
Clarence sighed and rested his head on the pillow, looking out the window he stared at the stars and closed his eyes.
"Goodnight Dad."
So the next chapter will take place on Clarence's birthday.
Can you guess what will happen on this special occasion? Anyway ...Please review!
