A few hours later, Henry was fast asleep in front of the tv, crayon still in hand. The two brothers, Sam (jr), and Castiel all sat around the motel kitchen table. They reminisced on a few things, but didn't go into detail about a lot of it for the kid's sake. There were some things Dean wasn't ready to share with him yet, especially about how he almost killed his uncle. Sam had never felt closer to his dad that day, though a part of him still didn't believe them. When he was a child, his dad always told him monsters couldn't get him or Henry, however now that he thought about it, Dean never said they weren't real.
"Did...did mom know about all of this?," he asked Dean, sheepishly.
Dean sighed, all eyes now trained on him, "No...she didn't. She never knew that part of me, didn't want you or your brother to ever know either."
Sam (jr) just nodded, he found himself lost in thought. Had his mom really loved his dad, then? Would she have loved him if she knew the truth about what he used to do? He sighed and sat back in the chair.
"Dean...we need to go for a walk," Castiel said, eyes unblinking as he tilted his head towards the door, a serious look on his face.
"Yeah, alright," Dean pushed up from the table. He walked over and scooped Henry up and put him in bed, covering him up with one of the blankets before grabbing his jacket. Cas pushed up from the table and walked over to the door, silently.
"I'll be back if you don't mind sitting with the kids for a minute?," Dean slightly asked his brother.
Sam just nodded, "Yeah, that's fine. I don't mind staying here."
The two men walked out of the motel room and got a good distance away before either of them even spoke, wanting to make sure they were out of earshot.
"Dean. I think there is something you should know," Cas started out.
"Yeah, I know I messed up with things in the past, man, 'm sorry," Dean said, thinking he knew where this conversation was going.
"No, Dean," Castiel said, stopping and turning to the older Winchester, "Your children...They are not totally human."
Dean's face scrunched up and contorted in confusion, "Pretty sure their mom's human, so how aren't they?"
Cas just stared at Dean before grabbing his arm that bore the Mark on it. Dean looked down at his arm, then sighing. How could that be? He wasn't totally human? But he hadn't used his powers in forever, though the Mark still bothered him.
"The Mark has left it's own mark on your soul," Castiel said, "It is something you're controlling and balancing out, however if you give in...it will consume it. Your children bear the same mark on their soul, and possibly even physically."
Dean thought about it for a moment, neither kid had something like him. Though, they both had birth marks on their arms. However, now that he thought about it, if you put the two together, it formed the same one he had on his arms. He sighed, how could he be so stupid?
"So what's that mean for them? Are they safe? Is there anything I can do?," Dean asked, unsure of what this new information had in store for him.
Cas looked back towards the motel room, "I think it means they're going to be a target if they start to give in or show signs of psychic powers. Has anything out of the ordinary happened lately?"
"Well...Henry drew me some pictures, one of them being a man with yellow eyes living under his bed," Dean offered up, "Though...yellow eyes is dead, so I'm not sure. He said his name was Al and that he only plays with Henry at night when everyone's asleep...But I don't know how, cause our house was warded."
Castiel just nodded, taking the information in, "Perhaps something broke the warding. Dean...we need to be careful. If Hell gets their hands on them, they will use them. After all, they are out of Knights."
A few hours later, Dean was doing some more research on the Mark, scouring over any reading materials he could get his hands on. Sam and the kids were attempting to cook dinner in the motel kitchenette while Cas went off to find out his own information over Al and the Mark.
This urge was growing up his limbs continuously, though Dean did his best to beat it back down. Something in the back of his mind was waiting for the switch to flip, to go on this killing spree that he was getting so antsy for. He was having this inward battle and had been for the past week, though at times it would go away. At other times, it was so intense that he thought he would go insane. Right now, it was getting bad, though he wasn't sure what was trying to send him over the edge. Dean closed the book and stood up, "Sam...Can you? I gotta...I gotta go get some fresh air, man."
Sam looked at him and nodded, "Yeah...I'll be here, go ahead. Need anything, give me a call." Dean had been through a lot, so Sam had no issues with staying with his nephews. Especially since he was getting to know them.