Dean cradled Cobain in his arms. Once again he had fallen asleep while watching some horror movie with the youngest Winchester in his arms.
Angel stood in the door way watching the two of them, both asleep and out of harms way. She was so worried about Dina, but she didn’t dare question her about it. The last thing she needed to do was spark her interest even more. The thing that bothered her most was that she had no one to talk to about the subject. Her father was dead, and probably would have agreed with the men anyway, her mother was also dead, having burned up on the ceiling when Angel was just 6 months old. Times like these called for desperate measures and her desperate measure was none other than John Winchester.
Just as she was scribbling a note for Dean on the memo pad pinned to the refrigerator her cell phone rang. It was Sam.
“Hello.” She said, some what irritated.
“Hey Angel. I know I’m the last person you want to talk to right now –“
“ No shit Sam.” She sighed, she nether had the energy or heart to be him,” What can I do you for?”
“It’s about Ryan. I’m worried. Has he ever mentioned a boy named Jack?”
Angel thought for moment. He had done, on a few occasions and she had thought nothing of it.
“Yeah he has done. But I always assumed he was a school friend.” She replied bewildered.
“No. I don’t think he is. Not according to Kayla anyway.”
“Well maybe he is just going through the imaginary friend stage.”
“Angel, do you honestly believe with everything that we have seen that he could just happen to be going through one of those phases. Surly you have noticed that Ryan isn’t all that normal. He is already showing signs of paranormal behaviour.” Sam whispered.
“But Dana had the same behaviour and she turned out fine. Remember she used to talk to her self and burst into tears for no reason. Just like Ryan does now. She even used to spend all her time doodling little crazy pictures. But now, those signs have gone and everything’s fine.”
As much as Angel didn’t like her brother-in-law at that precise moment, she just couldn’t stand to have him worry about his son becoming one of them. One of the demons children. Its not that they weren’t prepared, hell they had spent hours discussing the ‘what if’s’ but even so – for thoughts to become reality seemed to frightening to even bare thinking about.
“Maybe. I’ll keep an eye on it anyway.” Sam replied.
“You do that Sammy. Bye.”
She hung up the phone and with out a second thought took her coat from it’s hook and left.
