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Since his wife died, John Winchester made his kids suffer day after day. Especially is oldest son, Dean.
John wanted his son to be a better man than himself. He couldn't save his wife, he was now a ridiculous drunk. He couldn't give his sons love and a true home. That was the most frustrating aspect of his pittyful life. He was ashamed of himself. When he was intoxicated, he took all his bottled-up frustration on Dean.
Sam was laying on the cold hard ground (AAAASDFGHJKL) of the motel's room, counting the endless suspicious stains on the tapestry. He could hear muffled screams coming out of the bathroom, but he was used to it. After all it wasn't the first time that his father had drunk too much alcohol. He didn't know what really happened in there, but he knew his brother Dean would come out hurt.
As he thought about the sounds, his dad exited the bathroom. He was buttoning his blue stained jeans. Dean followed him, his head down, ashamed. He had bruises over his smooth cheeks. The older boy was holding back his tears, wanting to hide the truth from his little brother.
John got his phone out of his left pocket, to check his messages.
"Come on Sammy, we have a case to cover. Go to the car I'll be there in a moment." John said abruptly.
"Isn't Dean joining us?" Sam quickly asked in a high pitched voice.
"I think Dean would rather stay here. Isn't it right son?" The man replied.
"Yes... Sir." Dean quietly answered as John and Sam left the room.
Dean was alone now. He couldn't contain his tears anymore. The boy raced to his bed and hid under his cover, so no one could see him even though he was alone.
After he calmed down, he started doing something he would only do in desperate times... He prayed.
In heaven, the Angel Castiel was looking at the human world. Suddenly he heard a cry, which he knew too well. He stood up abruptly, as he heard the sorrowful prayer of his favorite child.
"Please up there in heaven, if you hear my prayer again. Please protect Sammy from the demon that is our father and from the monsters that are after my little brother. I know Sam has always been a priority, but could I, for once, be spared? I know I'm not worth it, but I'll try my best to repay you, and you know it. Please hear my prayer. Amen"
God never wanted the angel to interfere with the child's problems, but now that He was gone... He could save the poor child. He would raise him from perdition.
Dean heard a rustling noise next to his bed. He sat up and saw a man in a trench coat staring at him. He wasn't scared, something about the man was reassuring, he didn't seem harmful.
"Who the fuck are you?" Asked the ten year old boy.
"I'm an angel of the Lord, my name is Castiel. I came on your request." Replied the Angel.
"So you're gonna protect Sam... and me?" He finished quietly.
" Yes I am" Said Castiel as he came closer to the young boy.
"Are you going to stay with us forever? We need you." Asked Dean, in hope.
"Yes, no one can take me away from you." Whispered Castiel.
"Could you stay with me for tonight... Please?" Hesitated the boy, reaching out for the Angel.
Castiel sat on the bed and took Dean in his arms. They stayed like this until the boy fell asleep. As the Angel placed him under the duvet, he heard the door opening.
He became invisible as John and Sam entered the motel's room.
Castiel would stay forever.
-The End-