John Winchester left the abandoned boy who took his name without even knowing that he was his grandson. Sometimes whenever he saw little kids he would remember the boy, but it didn't bother him much. He had assumed the boy would live peacefully at that monastery; that the boy would probably not remember the events of that night. He never gave it a second thought that the boy just might be his grandchild, or that he would ever see that boy again.

Father David Eagleman was an elderly old fashioned prudish man, although not as old as Mother Andrea. He didn't question Mother Andrea's decision to take in the boy, but he didn't approve. They were running a house of God not an orphanage. The few other priests that lived there did not disapprove, but they weren't going to openly go against Father Eagleman. John was given clothes, food, shelter, and love. Mother Andrea showered him with unconditional love. She never stopped giving him hugs, kisses, and telling him he was loved. Even with Father Eagleman's hostility John really felt as if he had a home.

He had someone who loved him; someone who actually cared about him. Mother Andrea was very patient with him. She waited until he gained a bit of weight and got used to being at the monastery before she started teaching him. She helped him improve his motor skills until he could walk and pick things up without fumbling. She taught him the alphabet, colors and numbers; she taught him how to speak more clearly. John proved to be a very intelligent boy. Once he was shown something he was persistent and picked up on things quickly. By the time he was four years old John was already learning how to read and write. He was also taught the bible and ways of God.

John would tell Mother Andrea that he would hear an angel. He said the angel told him things and spoke to him in his dreams. Mother Andrea told him it was lovely. The boy had a growing faith in God and perhaps his angels just might have started to speak to the child. His parents may have abandoned him, but she believed God had not. Father Eagleman did not find it so lovely.

"That child dare tell lies like that! He should be ashamed and yet you only encourage his nonsense."

John protested, "They're not lies! It's the truth. The angel visited me in my dreams he told me—"

Father Eagleman scoffed, "I do not want to hear any of that! Only a horrid child would make up such stories."

"Now there's no reason to make such claims, Father", Mother Andrea scolded, "How would you know if these are stories? You, a man of the cloth, not believing the boy's claims of angels how absurd is that."

Father Eagleman argued, "I may be a man of God, but why would angels speak to this child. A lying bastard son is what he is."

John's lip quivered, "I'm not lying! The angel talks to me, and he tells me stories. He told me the reason he can speak to me and no one else is because I am a vessel."

Mother Andrea stroked his hair, "I see I see. So what does it mean to be a vessel? What angel is it that speaks to you my child? They must surely have a name."

Father Eagleman rolled his eyes.

"Being a vessel means I can contain them in my body because an angel needs a vessel to walk among man," John replied, "The angel that speaks to me says his name is Michael: The archangel Michael. Michael says he won't ever use me as a vessel, but he says he likes speaking to me."

Father Eagleman stared at Mother Andrea dumfounded, "You really believe that? You cannot seriously believe this child has the Prince of heaven on his shoulder."

Mother Andrea said, "Of course I do, and I trust John's word."

John loved Mother Andrea. He didn't know what he would do without her. She was so kind, gentle, and wise. She never doubted him, and he never lied to her. She would overlook it when he would occasionally fall asleep during morning mass, and she would let him eat flaming hot Cheetos in his bed. Mother Andrea loved her little child. She tried her best to hide it from him. She was old, very old. She knew her time on Earth was coming to an end. She didn't want the boy to worry, but after a while it was inevitable. It became harder and harder for her to get around, She was sick more often than well. Once she was no longer able to leave her bed she told him, "My Child, I am afraid I won't be with you for much longer."

John asked, "Why Mother? You're sick but you'll get better, right?"

Mother Andrea stroked his face, "I am sick. I am also very old. My time here is almost up. I'll be going to be in heaven with God and his angels."

Mother Andrea was expecting the child to cry in the quiet way he did. Never did he sob, but when he did cry tears streamed down his face, but not a word escaped his mouth. John did not cry at all. He seemed to zone out for a moment. Mother Andrea asked, "John?"

John realized Mother Andrea was speaking to him, "Oh I'm sorry Mother. I was just asking Michael about what you said. He said it is true. I asked him if there was anything he could do to help you get better, but he said it was better if I let fate be."

"He is quite right. I've given it much thought now, and I am no longer afraid of dying. I'll be in heaven after all there's no need for fear, yet it saddens me to think I will no longer be with you. After I am gone you'll be in Father Eagleman's care. He along with the other boys will look after you. My nephew will also be coming to the church he's a young man of God. I just want you to know I love you dearly my child."

"I love you too Mother."

Mother Andrea died peacefully in her sleep but a few days later. During her funeral John behaved perfectly not wanting to raise any annoyance out of Father Eagleman. The other priest spoke fondly of her and said she was now with God. Many people came to give their condolences to her passing. She was a valued part of the community, and would surely be missed. He did not cry when he was to sing in the choir at her service. He did not cry when words were spoken about her life and how after death she would be in paradise. He did not cry when they buried her in the cemetery. Late at night after everyone had left he stayed up in his bed and spoke to Michael.

"She'll be okay right? In heaven I mean."

Michael replied, "She is in paradise now. There's no reason to worry."

Tear's started to build in John's eyes, "If there's no reason to worry why do I feel so sad? Why do I feel so lonely?"

"You loved her dearly and she is no longer at your side. Perhaps that is why."

John remembered how his 'mama' would always leave. That one time she left him on the church doorstep and never came back was engrained in his mind. Now Mother Andrea had left him alone, even if it was not of her choice. She was in paradise while he was left behind. Michael said, "If you wish to mourn I shall turn my head."

John murmured, "Just for a minute kay?"

After John no longer felt Michael's presence he buried his face in his pillow. He recalled seeing Mother Andrea's pale cold face lying in that coffin. He would never again be pulled into her warm hugs that make him smell like her old perfume. He longer had anyone to run to when he had nightmares about the monsters or his mama leaving him. She always held him when he told her about them. One was so bad where he dreamed he hadn't met John Winchester and Caleb, and he was left wandering around out in the cold. He would never listen to her bible stories, some of which Michael revised in retelling him. He loved listening to her voice as she told stories. Her voice would never again tell him how much she loved him or what a smart boy he was. He tried to cry but his throat clamped up. He let the tears fall and settled for whimpering into his pillow.

Father Eagleman did not lighten up in the slightest. He kept up on his scolding, some even intensifying. Mother Andrea was no longer there to comfort John, and the other priest never said a word to him just like before. Father Eagleman was very harsh in his teaching and was quick to scold him if he got something wrong. Religious teachings were the most intense. His beady eyes would narrow and his fat cheeks would puff up if John said any word of Michael speaking to him. It annoyed John so he would rebel however he could. Father Eagleman would never make an attempt to listen to him, so why should he listen to Father Eagleman. He was a horrid child, a wicked child, a lying bastard son, a heathen, a burden, and a sinner.

Whenever he acted up he would be set on chore duty. If he skipped out on chore duty he would have to stay in his room, only come out to go to the restroom and dinner, and he wasn't allowed to speak to anyone. He could always speak to Michael, but he didn't want to bug him all the time. John got in trouble a lot. Sometimes he didn't even do anything to get into trouble. Father Eagleman would just be in a bad mood, and John would end up getting the brunt of it. It sucked.

John was mopping the floors of the church when a young man burst through the door. He looked like a priest, sort of, but he didn't act like one. He wore the clergy clothes and a cross around his neck, but he looked pretty young with the exception of some stubble on his chin and jaw. His dark brown hair was spiked up, and he wore an earring in his right ear that had a chain that clipped to the top of his ear. He walked in strides and he wore a grin on his face.

John wasn't supposed to talk to anyone, so he dropped the mop and hid in the confessionals. The young man shouted, "Yo, anyone here! Hello?"

Father Shepard, a timid middle aged fellow, greeted him, "Father Millard, Hello. I assume you have already heard about Mother Andrea. Its shame you were not able to make it to her service."

"Yeah, Aunt Andrea was always really awesome when I was a kid. She's one of the reasons I became a priest. I wasn't able to make it out of Italy a few months ago, but I'm here now."

Father Shepard cleared his throat, "About that… I am aware you are just recently ordained, but I do not think Father Eagleman will approve of your um… state of dress."

"My state of dress? Well I'm not wearing a dress at the moment, but I'd probably look damn good in one. Probably have to shave my legs though."

John giggled before he could stop himself.

Father Millard laughed, "Hells yeah, I made the confessionals laugh!"

Father Shepard sighed, "I was referring to your um choice of jewelry…"

"Oh, you mean my earring? It's not that distasteful it's a cross and I think it looks pretty badass."

"As a man of God you shouldn't mutilate your body like that."

"It's one earring. It didn't even hurt so it's not really mutilating. Where is the Eagledude anyway?"

Father Eagleman said, "Father Millard you're here!"

Father Millard exclaimed, "Father Eagledude, you're here!"

John tried his best to cover up the loud laugh that he accidently let out.

"Wow…" Father Millard said, "The confessionals are an awesome audience. They find me hilarious!"

Father Eagleman pulled John out of the confessional he was hiding in, "There will be none of that, go to your room!"

John stuck out his tongue then ran away to his room. Father Eagleman apologized, "I am very sorry, that boy had horrendous behavior. Mother Andrea took him in off the street when he was about three, and he grew into a bit of a troublemaker."

Father Millard smiled, "It's no problem. A little rebellion is good for the soul. I was quite the troublemaker as a child."

Father Eagleman said, "Father Shepard will show you your room in the rectory. I expect you to be to be clean shaven, and to have that horrible earpiece out of your ear the next time I see you. I won't ask you to hold Evening mass; Father Williamson will do that."

Once Father Eagleman left Father Millard asked, "So what stick got shoved up Father Eagledude's ass? He should probably have it removed. It just might improve his mood a bit."

Father Shepard felt faint, "Um…Your room is down the hall to the left near the bookcase…I'm going to go lie down."

Father Millard saluted Father Shepard, and with his two duffle bags thrown over his shoulder he went to go see where the little confessional goblin went off to.

John was praying when a certain Father silently opened his door. He just wanted to check up on Michael. He just couldn't ask him for anything when he already had his companionship. Father Millard was surprised to find the boy praying like he was talking to an old friend. For a hooligan he seemed pretty mature for a four year old. Father Millard asked, "Hey, did you really think I was funny?"

John grumbled, "Shut up I'm busy."

Father Millard gasped, "I am deeply sorry! I did not mean to interrupt your intense moment of prayer. So you praying to God, or are you praying for the Red Sox to actually win?"

John rolled his eyes, "I was actually prayin' to the archangel Michael. Now what do want?"

"What makes you think I want anything? You seemed to find me funny when you were posing as a confessional goblin, so I wanted to see if you were a cool kid."

"There's no such thing as a confessional goblin!"

"Oh? Well perhaps you just haven't met one yet."

"Why do you got an earring?"

"Because my potential little buddy a guy has to look awesome and badass to get the ladies or lads if that's what you're into."

John asked, "What's badass?"

Father Millard's eyes widened, "How dare these priests not teach you the finer art of being badass!"

John giggled, "You're not bad for a priest."

"I may be a man of God, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna a douche wad."

John stuck out his hand, Father Eagleman always got onto him for manners, "I forgot. It's nice to meet you Father Millard. My name's John."

Father Millard shook his small hand enthusiastically, "Pleasures all mine Johnny. Father Bryan Millard, but just Bryan's fine. What do you say about being my apprentice and spreading heinous awesomeness and possibly the word of God if we have time? "

John frowned, "You're weird. Father Eagleman says-"

"Yeah, well Father Eagledude needs to remove the stick he had shoved up his ass. Aunt Andrea was never as uptight as that guy."

"You're Mother Andrea's nephew?" John asked

Father Millard nodded, "Technically Great nephew but who counts those. Father Eagleman told me she took you in when you were about three after you were abandoned. That's really shitty, but I'm sure Aunt Andrea took good care of you. You must really miss her?"

John looked at his feet, "I miss her lots, all the time, but she's with God right so it's okay."

Father Millard tilted his chin up, "She is with God, and the archangel Michael, and all the other angels, but that doesn't mean you can't miss her. You love her and she probably loves you very much. It's not a bad thing to feel sad about it alright. Even if Eagledude bitches about you being a troublemaker I don't think you are. Aunt Andrea wouldn't raise a horrible child, so I can't believe you are one."

Father Millard hugged him and John felt tears coming. It might have been a little sad that he could count the number of people who had ever hugged him on one hand, but after Mother Andrea's death no one hugged him anymore. Chores, school, and scolding were about all he got. He wanted Mother Andrea to come back from heaven to be with him, although Michael said she couldn't. He also couldn't go to heaven unless he died. Michael was against that idea. He just didn't want to feel so lonely. He wanted Mother Andrea back. John had once told Father Eagleman that and he was called a selfish child. Father Eagleman said that selfish children like him went to hell. If he went to hell he would never get to see Mother Andrea again so he tried his best to be happy about her entering paradise, but it still hurt.

Father Millard noticed that his shoulder was starting to get a little damp. It confused him because the kid wasn't screaming, or sobbing like little kids usually did when they cried. This kid didn't make a sound he simply let out his tears and cried. Father Millard rubbed the boys back in an attempt to comfort him. He didn't have any younger siblings or any experience with kids, so he was just going to have to wing it. This kid needed some sort of friend or family and the geezer priest wasn't really providing, although he just might make an efficient dictator. Father Millard's gaze went to the heavens. He prayed to God and Mother Andrea that he wouldn't royally fuck it up. Of course he censored his wording a bit with Mother Andrea. God knew all about his mouth, so there was no use trying to hide it.

Alright so off topic from the next few chapters, but what do you thinks about a love interest later on for Sam? Sabriel? Samifer? A new lady friend for Sammy?