AN: Again I'm sorry for any spelling errors.
"We walk from here." John said getting out of the car and walking around to help Dean out. Marry followed pulling Sam into her arms, and they walked into the clearing. Calling out John begged, "Please, I need your help! It's my son, he may be dying."
After a few long minutes of silence, a soft light fluttering could be heard. The red tinted forest, from the moon, began to glow silver all around them. Small men and woman no bigger than Dean's thumb began to drift towards them from the silver glow. 'It's the king and queen' echoed all around the Winchester family.
A small man, slightly larger than all the others, flew forward "Your majesty." The man said bowing. The man drifted to the floor. Once his feet touched the grass, a large bright light encircled him; a few seconds later a man taller than John stood bowing before them. Every inch of skin was covered in tattoos, two huge see-though almost butterfly shaped wings were protruding from his bare back. The only scrap of clothing the man wore was a short like thing with the color of deep dark green.
"Please Enrock, help my son." John pleaded sounding desperate.
"Was he born or cured with the abilities?" Enrock asked turning his bright purple eyes to Dean.
"He was born with them, but I'm talking about my youngest." John answered quickly.
"I know," Enrock smirked turning his gaze from Dean to Marry. Enrock touched Sam's forehead, "You were lucky it was his head. It can be easily healed; the heart isn't as easily changed."
"Thank you," Marry said gratefully, watching as the man dragged his fingers away from Sam's head, the inky black goo following behind.
He nodded, turning his attention from Sam to Dean, "You must learn to control it Dean. What you have is very beautiful. Not many are as gifted as you, but with the beauty also comes destruction as you saw. You need to control you moods. They affect how it works. Positive equals good-"
"Angels." Dean interjected, feeling his face grow hot seeing the look that his dad shot him.
Smiling Enrock nodded, "Yes Dean Angels. Positive emotions makes Angels, Negative is harder to control and creates….Demons. Pixies cannot fix everything Dean." Enrock's voice became serious at this point.
Dean nodded, "I understand sir."
"We will help as much as we can. Until Dean learns to control….it…we will lessen the staff, close the gates." John said stepping forward and placing his hands on Dean's shoulders.
Enrock nodded, "Help him as much as you can your majesty. I also recommend leaving Sam away from it. We don't know all the consequences, and Sam has no memories of the Angels. I left as many good memories as could between the two brothers."
"Sam won't remember I have powers?" Dean asked looking down at his hands.
"It's for the best." Marry said calmly holding a now healthy Sam in her arms, the bright red streak still in his hair.
"And Dean it won't be forever. You just need to lean to control it enough to where you won't hurt anyone." John kneeled down by Dean, "Once you have complete control, you can see Sammy whenever you want."
Both of them looked at Sam as he slept in his mother's arms, "I'll learn as fast as I can."
With a grave expression, Enrock bowed to the small family, "It's always an honor your majesty." And with that the pixy was swallowed in the bright light, and turned into the small man once more. The slight comfort of the silver in the trees began to quickly fade to nothing only leaving the glow of the red moon behind.
"Where will Sammy sleep tonight?" Dean asked in a small voice unable to look up.
"We will have him with us for the night and move you out as soon as first light." John replied walking out of the clearing back towards their car, not even looking back at his son with the cold words that he spoke.
Dean nodded, "And does that mean I will be alone for the night?"
Marry looked down at her oldest son, "Dean I will stay with you tonight if it makes you feel better. Sam will stay with your dad."
"Please." Dean whispered clambering into the back of the car and helped his mom get Sam into the back of it once more. Marry smiled at him and climbed in the front with her husband the Impala starting up with a pleasant roar. They headed back towards the town Sam's head laying on Dean's lap, his fingers slowly pulling through his hair. The bright red strip glowed back at Dean. I'm a monster was the only thought that ran though Dean's head as they drove back to their home
AN: Hope ya'll liked chapter 3! Ill post Chapter 4 by Sunday but if I get some reviews, I'll post it by Friday :) All up to you my readers