Large PrintHandheldAudioRating
using
 paypal
Twisting The Hellmouth Crossing Over Awards - Results
Rules for Challenges

Character Tag

StoryReviewsStatisticsRelated StoriesTracking
Ficlet(s)

Summary: Started out as entries for FFA Dominoes 2010, but I can't remember which pairings I posted, so now they are just following the rest of the challenge.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Multiple Crossings > Multiple Pairings > Ficlet Collections - FFA(Current Donor)kayarileyFR1585,7311102,63527 Jul 1031 Aug 10No

NOTE: This chapter is rated FR13

Not Like Other Children

FFA 2010

Title: Not Like Other Children

Summary: Dean takes his nephew to the park, not realizing that it isn’t quite as deserted as he thinks it is. (Cordelia/Dean W. FFA – rated FR15)

Disclaimer: Since these are miscellaneous FFAs, the disclaimer will likely change with each one. Hopefully, I will get them right, but please let me know if I get mixed up. For this one: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and AtS & BtVS, of course, belong to Joss Whedon & co.

Notes: Sequel to Visions of the Future (Darla/Sam W. FFA)



Dean knew from the first moment he laid eyes on his nephew that the boy wasn’t like other children. There was just this tickle in the back of his neck that only seemed to appear when he was in the presence of something otherworldly. It had been happening whenever Sam was near, but when his brother had brought the baby to him, the tickle doubled.

Over the years, it had subsided as he grew more comfortable being an uncle. Having not been around a baby for nearly thirty years, he’d certainly been out of practice, but it didn’t take long for him to remember how to diaper a squirming baby and soothe him to sleep when even Sam couldn’t manage to do so. When he heard what his brother had named him, he just shook his head in astonishment and immediately started calling him J.D. instead.

They had been forced into semi-retirement since they couldn’t take the baby on hunts with them. For a few years, they had settled near Bobby’s place in South Dakota. Sam and Dean would take turns hunting with Bobby while one of them stayed with the baby, but without fail, he would fuss until he had all of the adults back in his life fulfilling his every need.

Now, J.D. was eight-years-old and had known about the supernatural for over a year. Surprisingly, it was Sam who insisted that they tell him. The boy was smart and he knew something was different about their family. So, they were back on the road, just the three of them, and Dean was currently escorting his nephew to a playground near the motel they were staying at so the little bundle of energy could ‘get the lead out’ and hopefully sleep that night.

They hadn’t ventured into California in those eight years and Dean didn’t like that they were there now, but since the Apocalypse had been averted, the hunts didn’t come to them anymore. He felt absolutely naked without his gun, but he and Sam had agreed that if someone did start questioning them about J.D., it probably would go from bad to worse real quick if they were found with guns.

As J.D. swung around the monkey bars like the little monkey he was, Dean dropped onto a bench nearby and sighed. The hunt was over, but neither adult had the energy to drive until tomorrow morning and J.D. was always cranky when he had to sleep in the back of the Impala, so they were staying another night. Sam said it would give him time to download more homeschooling materials for next week, but if Dean looked at that motel room for one more minute, he was sure he would have burst a blood vessel, so here he was, watching J.D. run circles and figure eights around the playground equipment. It was nearly dark, but Dean knew that J.D. could see just fine. The park was also deserted so there were no witnesses when J.D. ran a little faster and jumped a little higher than a boy his age should be able to.

“Isn’t he something?” a voice interrupted Dean’s reverie.

He whipped his head around toward the voice and was startled to find a beautiful brunette standing right over his shoulder. He hadn’t even heard her approach. What was more disconcerting was that tickle in the back of his neck as he looked at her.

“Relax,” she told him as she walked around the bench and sat down next to him. “I may have hated his mother in life, but now we seem to have a lot in common, what with us both being dead and everything.”

“So, you’re what…frenemies now?” Dean asked, wondering when it became almost normal to be sitting on a park bench having a discussion with a ghost about a dead vampire.

“That’s a pretty good word for it,” the ghost smiled. “Darla will like that. She comes to visit him sometimes, but she never lets him see her.” Without warning, she switched topics, “I’m Cordelia, by the way. I had a message to deliver to someone here in LA and thought I was going to find a vampire with a soul. Instead, I found his son.”

Dean stiffened automatically and wished he had his shotgun, loaded with rock salt, on him.

“He looks good,” Cordelia continued as she watched J.D. jump from the ground nearly five feet in the air to grab onto a landing of a playscape and pull himself up in seemingly one motion. “You’re doing a good job with him.”

“He’s a good kid,” Dean finally choked out. His heart was clenching in his chest, wondering if this was finally the day that it caught up with them.

After a long moment, she turned to look at him and must have seen his distress because she smiled at him sadly and said, “I would love nothing more than to know he is being raised by his birth father, but that isn’t the reality that we live in. He’s not safe there. I won’t do anything to jeopardize his well-being.”

“I don’t know how to trust you,” Dean admitted.

“Honey, I’m dead,” Cordelia told him. “You’re just going to have to figure that part out on your own. I only come back for cameo appearances. I loved his father very much, but I am not blind to the brooding vampire’s faults or the danger the boy would be in if he lived with his father. Just the same, it would be better if you didn’t tell me his name. I can’t accidentally reveal information I don’t have.”

Dean felt himself relax slightly after her last sentence. There was a chance that she could be trying to lull him into a false sense of security, but something about her just seemed genuine and he wanted to believe her.

“Anyway,” she continued. “I have to go. Message to deliver from the Powers-That-Be. I’m already late, but really, was it my fault that they were trying to give me the assignment while I was having a pedicure? I couldn’t leave the hereafter with only one coat of polish. It just wouldn’t be right.”

She stood up and Dean did as well, instinctively putting himself in between her and his nephew. She smiled at him and reached for his hand, “Well, probably won’t see you again, but if you are ever in dire straights and he’s in trouble, you can call on me and I’ll send you what help I can. Oh, and you might want to be anywhere but here before sunrise. It’s going to get a bit messy in L.A.”

Dean glanced over at his nephew, who was now standing on top of the monkey bars with a cape tied around his neck, flexing his muscles and pretending to be Superman, J.D.’s latest favorite superhero now that Sam had convinced him that Dean didn’t qualify. He turned back to Cordelia and nodded, “Tell Darla we’ll never let anything happen to him.”

“She knows,” Cordelia smiled and faded away.

Dean turned just in time to feel the impact of J.D. as he threw his small arms around Dean’s middle and squeezed tightly. He looked down at the child and his nephew grinned up at him. He ruffled his hair and asked, “Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “I need a bath.”

Dean looked at J.D. and saw that he was indeed covered head to toe in dirt, so he agreed with his assessment, “Yes, you do. Your dad’s going to get all purple and flustered when he sees how dirty you managed to get.”

“Uh-huh,” J.D. replied, completely unrepentant. “He’ll probably say no pie for a week.”

Dean grinned down at the little scamp, knowing exactly where his nephew was going with his logic. He pulled out the keys to the Impala and waved them, “Then, I guess we better go get some before we go back, huh?”

“Maybe we should extra pieces, too, and hide them, just in case he means it,” J.D. suggested and Dean thought over the merit of his suggestion for a moment.

“Good thinking,” he agreed as he swung his nephew up onto his back and hauled him to the Impala. “Never get between a man and his pie.”

End FFA Ficlet

The End?

You have reached the end of "Character Tag" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 31 Aug 10.

StoryReviewsStatisticsRelated StoriesTracking