Dean Winchester II Pov
"Babe?" My lovely wife called from the hallway. I laid in the bed staring over at the television that was on mute. "I found another Baozhu?" She says, dressed up in light blue jeans and an olive color utility jacket, as if she just came from outside. Fall is ending and Winter almost here. This time of the year I always dread the most.
"What?" I am unsure if I heard her correctly.
Her thick curly honey blonde hair bounced as she paused at the bedroom door.
She cheesed her perfectly white teeth and leaped onto our bed with a stack of papers. Her anti-possession tattoo on her left forearm -opposite of mine- for protection from demons.
I sat up. I was not a hunter, however -my father Sam Winchester taught me how to hunt, and made sure that I was informed of what's really out there.
I was given a choice to choose what life I wanted to live. So that when he prepared me against any potential supernatural dangers, I could also protect others.
My father told me his other brother- my paternal uncle and namesake that I never met died on the job. I got my tattoo in the same place where he had the Mark of Cain.
My mother.. Also gone whom I never met. She was into Journalism, and unaware of the dangers. We believe her death was nothing more than a normal robbery gone terribly wrong. I was five months old and she was out with friends from college. Dad was looking after me like always, and next thing he knew he was getting a knock on the door from the police.
"It's in New Orleans. We leave now and we'll get there in thirteen hours." She says kissing my cheek, climbing off the bed. From what I read and heard from my father, my wife is nothing like my mother.
Ancient supernatural historical objects are my obsession. I never knew the pain my father truly insured after losing my mother. To raise me all alone, I don't know what I'd do without my adorable-headstrong wife. She's the reason I wake up in the morning, she saved me after my father passed. She was here every single minute of the day, making sure I carried on.
I paused. If I allow her to come along with me I can put her in great danger. Who knows who has the Baozhu or what hands it may be in.
I stood to my feet frowning. I knew out of all things I asked her to help me research, this was the one extra assignment that she ever lost sleep over.
"Baby, I can't allow you to come with me." I spoke.
"Well certainly you must put on pants." She jokes, glancing down at me in my white shirt and navy boxers.
I smiled a bit then changed my expression. "Truly, you have to stay."
"What?" She narrowed her eyes. "Of course I'm coming with you."
"Cassa Ann Robinson-Winchester, I loved you the very second we met in History 101. I made a promise to your mother that I will keep you safe at all costs. If something happens to me, Samatha and Dante will be fine because they'll have you." I say, kissing her lip quickly. "You should go join them, I'm sure Cassie cannot wait for you and your grandmother Audrey to be there for Thanksgiving weekend. I have to do this alone."
"Come on, Dean. You know my family doesn't celebrate any holidays, we barely do birthdays. The twins are only our one exception. Besides, Samathna and Dante need to bond more with my mother alone. She hasn't been with anyone since my father in Paris and I still haven't meant him. The only guy I ever heard her speak of was your uncle Dean and now that your father is gone⦠we have no one to ask about the Baozhu that was destroyed or the many others that are out there. I'm coming with you." Cassa says and I sighed, allowing my hands to drop from her face.
"Jeez, play the deceased parent-uncle card -why-dontcha." I smirked.
Cassa laughed. "I'll go pack your fathers journals." She smiles, turning so fast that I rocked back on to our bed, just to keep from stumbling over.
I took a deep breath reaching over into my nightstand drawer. Underneath my father's old plaid shirts laid one journey that I kept hidden from the rest in my office room.
My father Sam Winchester once gave his descriptions of the case he helped solve back in the day with my uncle Dean. Twas the night I first informed him of a classmate that I had befriended, who I couldn't stop thinking of.
Uncle Dean was contacted by an ex-flame, Cassie who asked him for help when African-American men in her hometown were being murdered by a driver-less racist truck...
It was a tragic racist murder that happened thirty years before-hand, and my father and uncle realize that they had to fight against a hatred spirit in a ghost truck.
Cassa's mother Cassie called it 'The racist Ghost Truck'. I hope to never cross anything like that in my life, for the sake of my children and my wife. Their brown skin in certain parts of town gain second looks and I always feel the need to defend them when some bigot feels the need to make them uncomfortable. I love my family, and I'd give anything to have my father and uncle here to see my children grow. I actually wish I had siblings so that my children can have cousins.
