Dean had worked with Booth and Brennan on several cases now and they were beginning to get used to him and the supernatural facts that came with him. It was a given now that when spooky things started to happen they would call him. He walked into the Jeffersonian and looked around. "Who let the ghost in?" he asked tiredly.
Brennan sighed. "A skeleton was brought in that wasn't run past the EMF detector. Unfortunately, whoever was on that shift forgot to tag them as they scanned them so we don't know which one it is."
Dean sighed. "How many bones have been brought in since the last one was tagged? And other artifacts as well." He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Too many to make it a quick sweep. This is going to take forever." Angela sighed, entering the room with her optn laptop balanced on one arm. She had been trying to find a way to confine the search with no luck.
Dean nodded. "I'll be back in a minute." And he left again, leaving everyone staring where he had been.
"What was all that about?" Hodgins asked, walking over to Angela in hopes of getting some gossip. She shrugged and looked over at Booth; out of the entire team the one Dean seemed to get along with most was Booth. He shrugged, whatever was going on with Dean he hadn't mentioned it to Booth before.
Dean came back in with a young child on his hip and a bag in his spare hand. "Alright, Johnny, I need you to behave alright? Dad needs to work."
Johnny nodded. "Okay Daddy." He watched his father as he lay out a play mat on the floor. Protective symbols were embroidered over the mat and Latin phrases were around the edges. He lay a circle of salt around the edge of the mat and put the little boy in the middle.
"If you need me just holler, buddy." He kissed the little boy's forehead and walked back over to the platform. Everyone was staring at him. "What?"
"Dean, you've never told us you have a son before." Angela pointed out softly. "And it's not normal for a child to play on a mat that looks like that one."
Dean shrugged. "I didn't have one, always wanted one when I was small. It's good to know that nothing can get you." They saw the remembered horrors from his childhood shining in his eyes. "Especially when you know exactly what there is that can get you."