Guardian

Summary: When he was dying at the hand of the reaper, Dean felt something.

Warnings: Language, but it's slim to none.

Spoiler: Faith, vague Home and Pilot

Notes: I lied. This is Dean-centered. Again.

Dean rubbed his cheek where the reaper's hand had laid just three hours previous as it tried to suck the life out of him. That feeling as he had struggled for his life was something he desperatly never wanted to feel again, nor did he want Sammy to feel it. But when that reaper had tried to take him, he had felt this peculiar feeling. It was almost as if something had been trying to help him fight the reaper.

He sharply turned those thoughts away. Nothing supernatural could be good, because the supernatural was bad and bad corrupted all good. It was only with thoughts that Dean had been able to keep up hunting. It was thoughts such as Sammy's 'Why can't you believe that there is some good out there?' that is he thought about too hard he would crumble and no longer be the warrior he had been molded into being.

"Dean?"

"I'm fine Sammy," Dean replied to the unasked question.

Ever since the 'death' scare, Sammy had become clingy and suprisingly emotional. It was as if all his fears had come crashing in on him after the docter told him that Dean was going to die within a few weeks or a month even. Dean shook his head vacantly at that. He might be Sammy's brother, but he was the reason that thing had gotten Sammy's girlfriend, so Sammy couldn't be that afraid of Dean's death. He just didn't want to be alone. Not after Jess.

"You sure?"

"Sammy, don't start a chick flick moment."

A snort from the passenger side of the car. "Whatever Dean."

There was a brief pause before Sammy spoke again. "Dean, I found something."

"What is it?"

"Well, in Iowa there have been some strange string of deaths with each victim having some type of symbol craved into their chest." There was a ruffle of paper, before he added on. "The carvings look vaguely Celtic. You know the knots and all."

"I know who the Celts are Sammy. I'm not a complete idiot."

"Sure. Well, it looks like it's our type of problem."

"Which interstate?"

"57."

"Okay."

Dean turned his attention back to the road as he turned to the left and hit the interstate. Everything was back to normal for once in these last couple of weeks after he had been electricuted. He and Sammy were acting like close brothers. He had the open road to drive on. And they had a job.

But what the hell had that feeling been?

Somewhere

It was dark except for the light of a single orb that showed Dean and Sam Winchester as they drove down Interstate 57. A pair of hands where barely touching the orb when the voice broke through the darkness.

"How are they?"

The shadowed figure smiled at the woman as she made her way into the light. Her curly blonde hair was bouncing with every step she took. Her white nightdress cling to her slender figure that made it hard to tell that she had given birth to a little boy weeks before she had died. Her eyes twinkled as she watched the dark figure. Mary Winchester awaited an answer to her question.

"Their fine, except for a few emotional scars, but that can't be helped."

Mary smiled at the other. "You work so hard to keep them safe..." she trailed off.

The figure smirked at her. "Just doing my job Mary. I am their Guardian."

End

A new short drabble. If there are reaper's why not Guardian Angels? Bleh, this is all I could think during my standarized test prep. I hate school...

Give me crtisism! I need to know why I suck so badly! Or if I should make this a two+ parter. Review please!