The Guardian

History is Altered

A/N: Hey guys, this is an idea I have been playing around with for a while. In this story, Mary lives, having been saved by Castiel, and still has her hunter background. John has no idea about monsters and neither do Sam, Dean, and Adam.

I hope you guys like this story and please leave a comment or a kudos if you want. Remember to bookmark it too so you can get updates. :) I have a few chapters of this written out, and hope to have some kind of regular update schedule every few days. :)

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"The Guardian Angel's Lament" - A Catholic Prayer

Thou hast sorrowed the that loved thee,

And watched o'er thy footsteps for years:

Thou hast made me at last sigh o'er thee,

In secret, in silence, and tears.

For my Father in I loed thee,

For His sake have I guarded thy ways.

Return, O return, I implore thee, Him to love, to serve, and to praise.

O'er thy pathway through still I hover.

Thee to comfort, to solace, to cheer;

With the love of a fond, saving brother,

Through this of trial and fear.

Oh! When shall I clasp thee, how fondly

And bear thee, all dangers no past,

To the arms of Who dies for thee

To our home in the heavens at last!

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"Mommy, there's something in my closet," the soft voice whispered into his mother's ear. Mary Winchester kissed her son on the head before getting up from the bed. She ran a hand through her long, blond locks before going over to the boy's closet on the other side of the room. Opening the door, she looked inside, smiling a little as she heard a soft, fearful gasp from behind her. Mary looked back to see Dean holding the covers over his head, shaking a little bit.

"Look, Dean," she said, pulling the clothes aside to expose the back wall. "No monsters in here, see?" Slowly, he lowered the blankets and looked fearfully into the closet. When he saw nothing was inside, he visibly relaxed although his tight hold on his teddy bear didn't loosen. Mary closed the door and went back over to the bed. "Don't worry Dean," she said, mussing his hair. "There are no monsters in this house. I've made sure of it. And don't forget, the angels are watching over you. They'll always be there, even if you can't see them, and they'll protect you."

Dean laid back down, hugging his teddy bear close. Mary gave him another kiss before leaving the room. She walked down the hall to the nursery where her other son, Sam, slept. When she opened the door, she saw a masculine shape standing next to the bed. Pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, she leaned on the doorframe. "John?" she asked in a hushed voice. "Was he crying? I didn't hear..."

The figure half turned toward her and raised a finger to his lips. "Shh."

Mary raised her hands defensively. "Okay," she mumbled. "Kiss him goodnight for me." With that, she turned to head toward the bedroom she shared with John. Before she entered, however, she noticed the illuminated downstairs. Mary edged down the stairs cautiously. John rarely went up to spend time with the kids at night unless he was on his way to bed. And if John was on his way to bed, he never left the lights on. Maybe he forgot, she reasoned, but when she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw a familiar form dozing in the recliner. Her heart sank and her blood ran cold.