Gifts

Summary: Dean and Sam meet a mysterious young woman with unusual gifts. Together they experience many adventures while continuing the search to reunite John Winchester with his family.

Ciaryn – pronounce - Sea-air-rin. Ciara means Black and Mysterious

Dean bent down and with a few impatient jerks he untied the childish knot that bond him and Sam together.

"Dean?" Sam started but was quickly silenced with a look from his older brother.

As Dean finished retying his shoelaces he ordered, "Stay here." and promptly rose and stalked towards the door the mysterious woman had disappeared behind.

The sun so bright blinded him as he walked out into the day. His strong hand rose to his face creating a shield so he could scan the area for her. He found her sitting on an old wooden swing, swaying gently in the breeze as she watched a nearby tire swing around.

Almost immediately as he took his first step towards her, she looked up. Her amazing colored eyes watching as his every step brought them closer together.

"Neat trick in there, how'd you do that?" He stood over her; a smile cross-crossed her lips as she looked up into his green and gold-flecked eyes. The moment seemed suspended in time as they simply gazed at one another.

"It was, wasn't it." Her smile widened. "But I merely enjoyed the show." She shared with him.

A brief look of confusion flickered across Dean's face, gone before she could even be sure it had ever been there.

"Who are you?" he finally asked.

Her head turned away from him, back towards the spinning tire. Her long reddish hair falling forward, curtaining her from his searching gaze as she decided best how to answer him. Because truthfully she just wasn't sure what to tell him, how much to tell him.

Softly she spoke the word "Ciaryn." With a deep steadying breath she swung her gaze back to his, this time when she spoke, her voice was loud and clear. "My name is Ciaryn."

"Ciaryn." He repeated. The sound of her name on his lips combined with the hungry look in his eyes created a heat low and deep within her.

"Dean." His name tumbled off her soft lips and an image flashed through his thoughts, the two of them, naked in bed, her long reddish hair fanned out behind her, their skin touching, caressing, their bodies entwined; his name on her lips.

"How do you know my name?" He demanded, reality slamming him back.

Startled she answered "Missouri."

"Mosley?"

"No the state." She shot him an amused look. "Of course Mosley. How many others do you know named Missouri?"

"Trust me, one is more than enough" He sighed, his memories flashing back in time to his encounters with the unusual psychic.

"So you know Missouri, she sent you here. It was more or a statement than a question.

"Suggested I might be of some help to you and your brother." Ciaryn explained her presence.

"How did she know where we were going to be, where to send you." Dean wanted answers. "Dad sent us these coordinates yesterday. Has he been in contact with her, with you? Do you know my father too? Do you know where is he?" He fired the questions at her.

Standing up abruptly, "She's a psychic remember." Ciaryn brushed past him. "I know a lot of things…" she continued to talk as she walked towards the edge of the shimming lake. Dean turned, his long strides quickly bringing him to her side.

"Like?" He encouraged.

"Like the fact that the two spirits, those evil and malevolent spirits… are just children. As normal as any other children."

"Except that they're dead." He reminded.

"Except for that." She agreed. "They're her grandchildren. They were killed about a year ago when their school bus hit a patch of ice and went off the road and into the lake. Dorothy had been raising them for the last five years. Their parents died in a plane crash. Beka and Thomas, those are the evil and malevolent spirits," Ciaryn smiled up at Dean, not letting go of the little joke. "They're waiting for Dorothy. They'll cross when she does, together. Until then… she's getting older and they don't want her to be alone. The little pranks are their way of trying to let her know they're here with her."

"So, what she's just suppose to…" He trailed off, not sure what Dorothy was supposed to do.

"Live her life, include them. Just because she can't see them doesn't mean they're not here. Talk to them, play with them, tell them to behave when they get a little too mischievous, tell them… tell them that she loves them."

Dean grasped her arm and gently turned her towards him. Looking down into her upturned face, he asked "How do you know all this?"

"Your brother isn't the only one born with gifts."

To be Continued….