THE CAULBEARER
A caulbearer is a person who is born with a veil-like tissue that covers his or her face from the crown of his or her head. There are many beliefs that a person born with this condition bring good fortune to those around him or her, possess psychic abilities as well as being able to communicate with angels.
A/N: I would like to thank 1967Impala for agreeing to be my Beta. I also would like to welcome writterperson as another Beta!
THEN
Lisa was about to reprimand him when suddenly the little girl hopped of the couch, and rushed towards him.
"Daddy!" She squealed enthusiastically, as she ran and wrapped her small arms around Dean's legs.
"Daddy?" He asked confused by the child's presence.
He looked up at Lisa who was now standing next to Ben with her hands placed on her hips.
"Daddy," she informed him with the look of indignation on her face.
NOW
Dean continued looking at the young girl, peering up at him with a wide smile, displaying her missing two missing front teeth.
"All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth," he heard the song being sung in his head.
"Dean," Lisa spoke up, breaking him out of his revelry, "do you want to explain to me who this child is?"
The little girl turned around, and looked at her in disbelief.
"I already told you who I am," she said in a tone of disbelief. "Weren't you listening?"
"Well,...I...um...I," Lisa began to stammer, then calmly added, "yes, I heard you, Honey. I meant something else."
The little girl cocked her head, as if waiting for the woman to explain what she had meant.
Dean knelt down in front of the child before him, and began scrutinizing her small face.
"She looks like a mini version of her moth..." he thought to himself. "No, it couldn't be."
"How old are you?" He asked her.
"Six," she answered serenely.
Dean found himself counting on his fingers, eyes widening as he came to the conclusion that his suspicions were correct.
"Cassie?" He breathed out in recognition of whom the mother of this child could be.
"Who's 'Cassie'?" Lisa asked trying to come to terms that Dean had fathered a child with another woman.
"An old acquaintance," he dismissed absently, not being able to keep his gaze of the child.
Mary Elizabeth looked up at him with sorrowful eyes. His eyes.
"Didn't you love my mommy?" she asked with a slight pout.
"Of course, I did," he spoke softly to the child. "It's just that ...it's just that it's complicated."
"How?" Both the little girl and Lisa asked in unison.
"So, where's your mommy, now?" Sam piped in.
Mary Elizabeth looked up at the tall man, who was standing directly behind her daddy, with saucer-like shaped eyes.
"Sweetheart," Dean said, adding under his breath, "I don't even know her name..."
"My name's Mary Elizabeth," she smiled sweetly up at him.
"Mary?" He swallowed the lump that was now present in his throat.
"Well, Mary Elizabeth," Sam said as he couched down a little bit, "you don't have to be afraid of me, I'm your..."
"Uncle Sam," the little girl finished his introduction for him. "The angel told me about you."
Dean's eyebrow quirked up.
"Angel?" He asked her.
The little girl nodded her affirmation.
"He said that Uncle Sam was very tall," she said in awe, then raising her hand above her head as she added, "I just never realized how tall that was!"
Dean had to smile at her cuteness.
"Where is your mom?" This time it was Ben that had made the inquiry.
Mary Elizabeth turned around to look up at him.
"She's in Heaven with Grandma," she answered with complete honesty.
Lisa could see the expression of grief sweeping across Dean's features.
TBC
A/N: Sorry if it's kind of short. I hope, you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it!