Dipper woke up in the middle of the night with a sudden jolt his dark brown eyes were print pricks, he was breathing heavily his light brown hair and his dads old grey t- shirt which at the time was using as P.J.s and was three sizes to big for him and his baby blue pajamas pants was moist in sweat.  He glanced across the room to his sisters bed, now normally his twin sister, Mabel would wake up and try to comfort him but at the time she was at Candy's house for a sleepover.

Pain crawled up his back Dipper hissed and fell onto the floor as he did so pages of ancient code and symbols that he was working on flung upward as he landed on his stomach and curled into a ball on his side. It was a strange kind of pain really in fact it wasn't really pain, it was more of a strong discomfort as if all of his back, his bones, his skin, his muscles his very DNA was rearranging themselves... then the real pain began. It felt like two knives were being thrashed out of his back before he could even scream blackness overwhelmed him, and while the poor boy was past out on the cold floor the change began.

Dipper groaned as his eyes fluttered open. He glanced side to side to see where he was. He was still in his room but instead the sun was out aside from that, by the looks of it nothing changed. Papers, glitter ,and books still liter the floor their was the nightstand to the right of it was his bed where the ceiling tilted downwards and to the left of it was his sisters bed, and next to that the closet of course. As he got up he felt a small amount of weight and pressure on his back he looked behind him as he got up " HOLLY FLAMING UNICORNS! " he screamed.

For on his back was a pair of beautiful dark violet that almost looked black, wings with a silver specks on each feather that tarred through his dads shirt they where a wingspan of twelve feet and looked like a cross between a humming bird and a owl as he flapped his wings feathers glided down they where a bit slower then a normal humming bird but all the same a blur when he flapped them also unlike like a humming bird and more like a owls they where silent and held more power when he flapped them. As he heard the front door open as a pair of footsteps downstairs go to where the kitchen should be he quickly got dressed. Put on his clothes borrowing his sisters scissors he cut two parallel holes in his shirt that he normally puts on, and tossed that on. Then as he leaned toured his vest, his hand froze.

Should he tell them? What would they think ? A thousand thoughts flashed through his mind. The memory of hole "voice over" incident crossed his mind, and that was just his voice  and he grew a pair of limbs overnight! WINGS no less! But he couldn't help but think "this. Is. Awesome!"

Grunkle Stan would probably think it was a costume at first the when he found out that they were real use him as a tourist attraction, but over all accept him. Great Uncle Ford on the other hand would probably try to do simple experiments on him like examining his feathers and doing test flights , or try to "help" him and cut off his wings ."Wow" He thought "That's gonna take some getting used to". After all as weird as having wings were he didn't want them cut of. He could die. He could bleed to death. Plus he wants them , he likes his wings,but Great Uncle Ford would probably also over all accept him. Right? Then again he didn't know him for very long. And-   

Oh god, Mabel... what if Mabel didn't except him!? What If she hated him? No, that wouldn't happen. She would probably try to give him a make over. Dipper visually shivers.   

And their parents, would they still want him? And if they did would they know how to help him? Was this from some weird genetics thing he didn't know about? If so why not tell them about it? And did Mabel also get wings last night? He didn't do anything that involved the supernatural for the past couple of days and was 99% sure Mabel didn't do anything involving the supernatural as well...      

He heard the footsteps go through the shack again. Except this time they where at the foot of the steps... and climbing upward ,panic began to rush in. He folded his wings to put on the vest. Thankfully they folded into his back perfectly and didn't go past his wast. Then as the doorknob began to turn he kicked the feathers under his bed. Great Uncle Ford walked in with a huge cheery smile on his face and wearing a dark  black unbuttoned overcoat showing the light grey sweater he was wearing  underneath with a dark grey cameo boots and a faded black dress pants.

"Salutations Dipper! I didn't find any thing of interest yesterday however I got to reintroduce myself to a old friend of mine and he -" Stan paused.

 "Dipper... where did you get that ."

  Wonder and fascination were flooding out his every word his eyes as wide as dinner plates. Dipper felt his heart drop down to his stomach as his eyes lined up to where his Great Uncle Ford was looking on the nightstand was a single feather that he missed

A. Single. Feather.

Dipper did a mental face-plant "Guess now is the time to tell him" he thought as Great Uncle Ford was scrambling toured the feather when he got to it Ford asked again " Dipper where did you get this?" Before he could answer Great Uncle Ford threw up his hands in joy" what does it matter  where you found it, this is the scientific discovery of the century! Now that got Dipper's  interest. He looked at his Great Uncle curiously "why is it the scientific discovery of the century"? Ford got on his knee to meet his eyes " Dipper do you know what a Kidèmonnas is"? Dipper shook his head Ford continued "It is Greek for guardian  they are beings and creatures that have the natural tendency to protect people and creatures near it" Dipper winced at the word it. Ford took no notice.

 "They are a subspecies, so a animal or in very, very rare case a person can inherent the jean either by its relatives passing down the jean or it can sometimes somehow appear out of nowhere." Dipper was hurt by being called a it but it helped when he knew that Great Uncle Ford couldn't have any idea that he was apparently the Kide'monnas that they where talking about, his curiosity also helped dulled the pain as Dipper  asked. "So when, or um how does a Kidèmonnas get "he swallowed and forced the next few words out

" its wings because if it has feathers it must have wings right?"

 he inwardly gagged at having to call himself it in third person,  repeatability. "  yes you are correct" Ford said  "a Kidèmonnas does have wings and excellent question Dipper, I appreciate you asking, sadly for the Kide'monnas lack of numbers I have very little information about them in fact the only reason I could recognize the feather was because when Bill and I where partners  he showed me what one looks like. However I can answers your question on how and when it wings. They get it at a time I like to call, its intensification stage normally before that period of time, it lives like what ever species it was born into with a few miner differences then at its intensification, in a week or at most a month it grows wings get taller also some individual supernatural abilities and they also start to find its partner, or soul mate, if you will." Dipper's eye twitched.

"Say what now?!"

Ford nodded " they have one so young because they need to have time to truly have full trust in one another. Also since it's always in danger because of the natural tendency to protect it needs something to completely rely on when in mortal danger or in deep emotional state. Something  aside and closer from a relative, however before they do find their partner they do have a similar relationships of something with that layer of trust with its brothers and/or sisters.

Unfortunately I'm not even sure if most of that was true... most of what I told you was really a well educated guesses, spawned by a handful of reasonable rumors and legend's in dusty storybook's." Suddenly they heard large footsteps in front of the door, as Mabel walked in she said  "HAYO, what's up homey Mabel is in the HOUSE." She looked like she walked straight out of the movie Hangover her normally wavy brown hair was a frizzy mess, she had mud on her left Cheek.

" Please, please let that be mud".Both Ford and dipper thought,

 her sweater was tied around her waste, and one of her bright pink undershirt's right strap was hanging off. "Wait a second" Dipper thought "if she has her sweater off then that means that..." he tilted his head to get a better look at her back. "She has no wings." the words repeated themselves over and over. "Shehasnowings, Shehasnowings, she. Has. No wings."

 He shouldn't be too surprised after all they where fraternal twins. And she always was the normal one. At least more normal than he was, Dipper lost his train of thought when he heard Mabel say " After getting Candy game consul from the pelican we then found  Grenada duck taped outside of Candy room with red lipstick kiss mark's all over her face."  Great Uncle Ford had a look of mild admiration, pure horror and very sick . " that was a very, very  interesting night you had, I'm just go down stairs and try to rethink everything." As soon as Great Uncle Ford left he locked the door, grabbed Mabel by the hand and ran into the closet, " Mabel, what ever happens it's still me, Dipper." He began to take off his vest.