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Prologue
Dean was shocked, the bomb was gone and somehow, he was still alive. To the rest of the world they were just two people sitting on a bench in a conservatory. No one would think twice when passing them by.
Dean let out a shaky breath and put his hand to his chest, he wiped down his chest and nearly touched his finger to his thumb, he stopped. Would the bomb go off now? Just when he thought he was safe?
Amara looked at him with eyes full of both pity and love. She reached out and touched his cheek.
“You know what Dean? I’m going to leave you with a gift”
He scoffed and pulled away a “Well, I’m still breathing, so that works for me. Though a zap back home would be nice”
Amara smiled “No Dean, I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”
“What about Chuck?”
Amara kept walking “Chuck is healing, he knows I’ll be along in a moment.”
“Does he? Because he seemed to think it was time for a family meeting off world.”
She paused but didn’t turn. “Dean, my brother and I will be working through our issues for a while, one more moment apart won’t be the end of everything. Now, back to what I was saying, I don’t have much time and a lot to do. So back to what it is you need.”
She was halfway down the cobbled path. Dean waited for the span of two heartbeats and then rose to follow.
He caught up with her quickly, he sniffed, the cool night air was setting in. “ So what are we talking here? A winning lotto ticket?"
Amara stopped, slowly turned on her heel to look at him, eye brow raised. “That’s what you think you need? More than anything?” Dean shrugged“Not to push my luck, but I don’t even know what I need, how would you?”
Amara raised her hands in exasperation then dropped them to her side. “That’s your problem Dean, you won’t admit what you need. Because if you say it; you’re putting yourself before the mission, before Sam, before your father. Didn’t you just give me a speech about the importance of family?”
Dean felt his jaw lock, he leveled her with a glare. “Look, in the big picture I don’t matter, but this world does. I think I’ve done a pretty damn good job of keeping it safe”
Amara shrugged her shoulders. “Well, you have, and you haven’t.”
Dean squared his shoulders thinking , if she was about to change her mind and kill him, he wasn’t gonna kneel or beg. Amara noticed his stance, she rolls her eyes and reaches into a pocket,
“My point is that it should have never been your job to begin with. Chuck and I are old Dean. Very, very old. But there was a time when we were happy. I think that if we play this right, we all can be.”
Dean started “That sounds ominous. What are you going to do?”
Amara laughed “Nothing you need to worry about. Chuck and I are going to try to get to know one another again. Find a path forward. Besides, he needs to rest and heal. He’s too weak to do much of anything right now.” She tosses him something, keys. A newer keyfob with a keychain on it. “Now, take this and get yourself home.”She snapped and they were no longer in the park, but what looked like a cemetery, she pointed back through the headstones towards the main road. “Your ‘ride’ is parked that way.”
A breeze rustled through the leaves, causing some to dance on the way to the ground. Dean felt a chill go through him, winter would be here before he knew it. He looked into her eyes, grateful to be alive.
“Thank you Amara.”
With a nod of her head and a small smile she said “You’re welcome Dean”
Dean turned towards the gate and started to hustle, he doesn’t have a phone and knows Cas and Sam will be grieving him. He needed to get home.
He made it a few more steps down the path and turned to say goodbye to Amara a final time, only to find she was already gone. He looked around for a second before muttering to know himself, “I should tell Cas his Irish goodbye is a family trait”
He wound his way through the last few headstones and saw the gate ahead, soft street lights lit up the roadway that lay beyond. A few vehicles dot the street, one that looks like it’s been there long enough to gain a few animal inhabitants.
“Gonna hope that’s not my new ride, baby would be ashamed of me”
Then he heard it, crying. He stopped and listened again, the crying sounded human, and very young. He turned in a slow circle and then walked back toward a flower bed just inside the gate. There he saw her, a little girl maybe 4 years old, wandering in a small circle holding a bear.
“Hey kiddo, are you alright?” Dean approached slowly, it wouldn’t be the first time a monster has pretended to be a human to grab itself a snack. The little girl stopped and looked up at him.
“Daddy!” She screamed and she ran towards him.
“Whoa honey, what’s your name?” The little girl wrapped herself around his legs and was holding on tight. Her face buried in his hip crying. Dean looked around, no other people, no monsters, nothing.
He decided to take the chance and pick her up, she buried her face in his shoulder crying, and snotting (gross, but not the first time he’s been covered in slime) and trying to talk into his neck.
“Sweetheart you have to take a big breath for me, we gotta find your mommy and daddy.” The little girl pulled back and looked into his face, in the glow of the streetlight he could see her big eyes, almost the same shade as his own, with a few freckles across her nose. She looked back at him, confused.
“Daddy?”
“What’s your name kiddo?”
“Daddy, it’s me, I Emma” She pointed to herself.
Dean was floored and all he could think was….
Well, fuck.
Chapter 1: Well Toto, looks like a slightly different Kansas.
Dean looked at the little girl in his arms. She was his, he could feel it in his bones. He just wasn’t sure how she was here and why she was a little kid. Dean looked at the key in his hand, Emma had stopped crying for the moment and was holding tight to her bear and to Dean.
“Let’s go see what we are driving home huh?” He adjusted his hold on her and hit the lock button twice and saw lights flash and the beep of a horn, Emma jumped a little at the noise.
“Oh you have got to be kidding me” Dean eyed the mini van with a look of disgust. Emma giggled. All annoyance drained out of him at the sound of his daughter's laugh. He looked at the van again, it was new and looked black in the evening light. He opened the passenger side sliding door and muttered more to himself “Great, I’m a friggin soccer mom now”
Emma giggled again followed quickly by a yawn “Silly daddy, you not a mommy” Dean noticed a booster seat ready and waiting for her. He strapped her in and gave himself a silent pat on the back for getting her loaded in with no problems.
He spied a black bag on the front passenger seat. He slid the door closed and walked around to the drivers side but noticed the bumper sticker. It was a “my other ride is a” sticker but instead of a silly saying it was a black impala.
He rolled his eyes and muttered “Yeah, yeah, very funny Amara”
As he hopped in he couldn’t help but think that the dash looked more like a spaceship than a car.
It doesn’t even use a key to start. He was never going to hear the end of this.
He opened the bag on the passenger seat, and at a glance he noticed it was packed with children’s clothes and some snacks along with a few juice boxes. He looked back at Emma who looked caught between being on the verge of crying or falling asleep.
“Okay kiddo, are you ready to go home?”
She gave a nod and yawn combination.
With a nod and a small smile back to her, he pressed the ignition button and the display screen came to life, a classic rock station came on, and just as he was about to turn it down the opening bars of “Smoke on the water” began.
Emma yelled out “I love this one Daddy” Dean just smiled and put the van in drive. At least there is a normal gear shift.
They got on the road, he had a four hour drive ahead of him with no phone. He thought about the sheer insanity of the past few days. God was dying, Amara doing a 180, Billie coming though with the souls from the veil. Now what? He was cruising across 70 in a minivan with a toddler.
After an hour he noticed Emma had fallen asleep, her head falling over to one side, little arms locked around her bear. He was going to have to figure out if Amazons were going to come after him. This time though no one was taking his little girl from him. He took in a few more features of the van, he was loath to admit it, but it wasn’t half bad. Sam would definitely give him shit for it.
Shit. Sam.
He glanced back to reassure himself that Emma was still there and sleeping peacefully. Then he started to run a mental check list.
If they were at the bunker when he arrived he’d leave Emma in the garage asleep till he could get Cas alone. Maybe Cas would just knock Sam out for him so he could get Emma in. She’d have to sleep in his room tonight, but he couldn’t leave her in a room alone.
It would be more ideal if they were still out. Maybe they were having a hunter’s funeral for him. He’d like that. Maybe there would be a few stories about the people he’d saved. Not just all of his major screw ups. He started thinking about all the people that wouldn’t be there to mourn him. Bobby was gone, Charlie was gone, Caleb and Pastor Jim. He thought about Ellen and Jo, hell, even Ash. So many people in his youth had never known the truth about his life.
But he had a little family now, hell, even Crowley came through in the end.
The DJ came on and brought him back into the present moment.
His mind was racing, would she remember Sam? That he shot her? Where had she been? He had looked for her the whole year he was in purgatory. Benny said the Amazons stuck to themselves and that he had never even seen one up close.
Headlights passing on the highway shifted his attention back to the little girl behind him, he knew everything was about to change. His daughter was here, she was safe, and he was going to make sure she didn’t grow up without him.
After a while later they passed the sign showcasing Lebanon as “The geographical center of the US” which really meant, the most boring spot in the lower 48. He looked at the gas gauge and realized it had barely moved this whole drive, he would never admit it and NEVER while he was driving his Baby, but it was nice to drive more than 3 hours without having to stop for gas. He also would never admit that the leather seat hugged him and the seat warmer had been a godsend for the pain in his lower back.
The turn off for the bunker was coming up soon and all thoughts of what to do next stopped when he remembered who else was inside waiting for him.
Cas was there.
He smiled as he remembered how the angel had clung to him, offering to come with him to the end. This time was going to be different, he was going to make new choices. He’d only been a dad for about 4 hours but he already knew he was never going to put Emma through what had happened to him. He was going to make sure his baggage remained his, she could be whoever she wanted and love whomever she wanted.
John’s voice had always been in his head. Real Men take care of their families. When you boys grow up you’ll find a woman that you love as much as I loved your mother.
The tone had shifted when John had found him with a boy from school, Chris. He had come over to the hotel they were staying at to study for a history test.
Dean had loved that school, they had managed to stay for 4 months (a record for them), Dean had actually applied himself and was doing well in school. He had never really thought about if he liked boys or girls till he met Chris. He had had a crush on a girl named Millie when they were working a case back in Fresno. She was funny and loud, and she made Dean laugh. Then they moved to Michigan and he met Chris. Chris was quiet and sweet, he didn’t mind that Dean had to take care of Sammy while they studied. He also didn’t mind that Dean liked to talk. He listened to Dean go on about the roman empire for an entire afternoon. Dean always thought their craftsmanship was unbeaten by other civilizations. He went on about how their roads were still in use. Chris never minded a bit; he had 3 younger siblings and understood. Being the oldest meant taking care of everyone below you in the lineup and finding your place in the world in the process.
The whole incident hadn’t been more than kissing, barely making out.
But John had come in like a hurricane, and catching his eldest son engaged in making out and some heavy petting was NOT what he had expected to find.
John had thrown Chris out, telling him he could wait in the lobby for his ride home. He proceeded to make sure Sam was asleep and then hauled Dean outside behind the onsite laundry building so no one, but especially Sam, wouldn’t hear.
CAN’T EVEN FOLLOW ONE FUCKING ORDER! He threw him into the brick wall.
What would your mother think? Sucker punch to the stomach.
I told you to watch out for your brother, not spend your time getting your dick wet. Should have known you were too soft. Dean felt a crack, that was the first time he’d received a fractured rib from his fathers discipline. Wasn’t the last though. Once someone crossed that line it just got easier and easier to justify the next time.
The tirade continued and steadily got worse. Every insult and slur came with a punch. Always to where the bruises wouldn’t show. When Dean couldn’t take anymore and fell to the ground it finally stopped.
They never talked about it again. 24 hours later they were gone. John dropped Dean at Bobby’s and then he and Sam were on their way to Texas. John wouldn’t leave him alone with Sam for another 2 months after that. Sam didn’t remember, he only remembered that Dean made it back from Bobby’s in time to celebrate his 7th birthday. Dean never bothered to find out what ever happened to Chris. Bobby had asked him outright what had happened but Dean refused to tell him. He didn’t want to take the chance that Bobby would look at him the same way his dad did.
It took a long time to earn back any trust with John, Dean made sure to never mention that he liked boys again. Sure, he had a few crushes along the way. It was as natural as breathing. He just liked both. That was when the switch happened in his head. He had gone from Dad to John. He would only call him sir in person, or refer to him as Dad for Sam.
The only other time he got caught with a guy was a few years later, John had left them in New York for 2 months. The trouble was that he had only just enough money left to get by for about 2 weeks, it didn’t take long for Dean to realize he was going to have to come up with a plan to make up the difference.
He looked for some odd jobs but he was too young and couldn’t leave Sammy alone. He hustled some pool but he just looked too young and got run out of the bar before he could get a real hustle going.
He tried to cut a deal with the hotel manager, Frank. He was a decent guy at first. He gave them an extra week before he started hinting that Dean could earn a little bit of money for little things. It started with touches, then blow jobs. He threw up 3 times after the first time. But he had enough for them to stay and get something for Sam to eat other than cereal with water. Frank mentioned a few friends that would be willing to help him out with little jobs. He had to skip school for 2 days to recover after Frank’s poker night. He had earned extra for “his virgin ass”, afterwards Dean stood in the shower crying long past the water going cold.
He managed to get by giving blow jobs mostly after that, but the day John came home he caught Dean leaving the main building with Frank. Frank was tucking his shirt back into his pants while Dean walked out a mess and what could only be described as looking freshly fucked, Dean with his eyes downcast and ashamed. He pocketed the money that Frank gave him. John went into a rage. He beat Frank, Dean never did know if it was to death or not. He dropped Dean at a boys home and left. Dean had told Sonny after a while what had landed him there, he was a decent guy. He made sure to get Dean checked out by a doctor.
Sam thought he had been sent there for stealing money up until they caught a case and their paths crossed with Sonny. Sam knew better than to ask for the whole story, he said that he thought John had just lost it for a while. Dean never corrected him, it wasn’t for Sam to feel guilty about. He didn’t need to know that John never looked him in the eye again. He always looked just past him. Hell, he didn’t even look him in the eyes when he told Dean he might have to kill Sam over the demon blood. He kept him at a distance.
If Dean played the game, he was better. Once Sam went off to college it was bad again. No one was around to stop John then. If he thought he caught Dean checking out a guy, Dean would get a beating. Finally John had enough and took off on his own for most hunts. Dean woke up to find the impala in the lot and a note in the motel room saying that this was his last chance to “Be a man” and earn John's respect.
It turned out that he had skipped out on some tickets a fews years back and had to leave the car to keep chasing Yellow eyes. It worked out for Dean though, he took Baby and got her back in shape. He started hunting on his own, checking in every few weeks till finally John missed a check in and everything changed again.
A sleepy sigh from the backseat brought him back. He pulled off on the service road that ended in the bunker's main gate.
He hopped out to enter the hidden garage gate code. The night was cool, only a few fireflies dotted the landscape. He took a deep breath and reached for the seemingly broken keypad. They had debated installing a more sophisticated method of hiding the entrance,but people tend to avoid broken down and scary things. Well, most people, not so much with hunters.
It always made him feel a little like Batman pulling back into the batcave. The “broken” gate opened as the garage tunnel door opened further down the drive, he murmured “I am Batman” in his best gravely impersonation. With a laugh he went back to the van.
He pulled the door closed as quietly as possible and glanced in the rearview to see that Emma was still asleep and, yep, she was drooling. He pulled through the gate and drove around the back of the fixer upper exterior of the bunker's ground level. The tunnel that led to the underground garage was exposed under what looked like silo on the side of the factory ruin lit up welcoming them down into the garage bay. He drove in and parked next to Baby. He looked around at all of the cars left behind by the men of letters. He really should check them out and see what all they would need to get up and running. He could sell one or two and have a decent college fund for the kid in no time.
Look at me now, thinking about college funds.
With the impala parked it meant they were definitely home. He put the van in park, he really didn’t love the idea of trying to carry Emma in while she was asleep. The last thing he wanted was to run into Sam. Or Cas without being able to explain.
He wanted to move forward with his feelings for Cas but it wasn’t just him. He was a package deal now.
He reached over and opened the glove box, and bingo an extra key fob. He climbed out and left the van running. With the spare key fob he hit the lock and left the van with his little girl sleeping inside of it.
He walked past the impala and ran a hand along her still warm hood. “Hey Baby, do me a favor and keep an eye on your little sister”
He walked inside keeping his steps light. He could hear raised voices coming from the library. He picked up the pace to make a big hello when he heard a different voice, a woman. British maybe? Not Rowena, he could pick her Scottish brogue out of a crowd. All he could hear now was Sam getting more annoyed.
“Listen lady, I don’t know who the hell you are and to be honest I don’t really care. My brother just died to save your ass and I’d like you to just get out of my home”
Dean stopped in the hall, unwilling to peak in to see who Sam was talking to just yet.
An indignant scoff followed by the sound of shuffling feet “Your home? This is a men of letters chapter house, this is as much my home as it is yours.” Dean rolled his eyes, men of letters were all such pretentious douchebags. “ Technically darling it’s more mine than yours. You aren’t even a real man of letters, are you Mr Winchester? You’re just a hopped up hunter playing with things you don’t understand.” Okay rude.
“What exactly do you want, and where did you send Castiel?”
Dean drew in a sharp breath, send Cas? Okay this bitch was definitely getting escorted out, now.
“Darling, your angel is back wherever angels go when banished. Now be a good little soldier and come along. I have my orders”
Dean peaked around the corner, the woman had her gun pointed at Sam who was down on one knee. Then he saw the blood. Rage started to build but he remembered Emma asleep in the van. He couldn’t just go in guns blazing. He didn’t even have a gun on him. But a flash bang would work, he slipped back down the hall to the garage.
He peaked and saw Emma still sleeping and moved to open Baby’s trunk. He looked longingly at the grenade launcher, not now Winchester, focus. He grabbed two flash bangs and a cattleprod stun gun. He couldn’t kill Mary Poppins without getting some answers first.
He moved through the halls like a ghost. The woman was still trying to get Sam to cooperate,good luck with that he thought as he readied himself by the door. He pulled the pin on the first and rolled it into the library. He closed the door and counted to 5 when the first bang went off. He heard a gun shot, and without thinking threw in the second. He couldn’t take the risk of her being able to shoot Sam again or himself.
He waited another breath and when he didn’t hear anything else he opened the door and crept inside, taser ready. The woman was struggling to get back to her feet. He pressed the trigger on the cattle prod and as calmly as he could said “My brother asked you to leave” she dropped, smacking her head on the table as she fell. Whoops. Oh well.
“Dean?” Sam tried to stand up but promptly passed out. Whether from shock or blood loss, Dean couldn’t tell. It turned out she had grazed him with the second bullet in the side.
Dean heard the main door open, a familiar gravely voice yelling “SAM!!” The steps were coming quickly down the stairs and towards the alcove where Dean waited. Cas came around the bookshelf and stopped so quickly that he knocked over a chair.
Dean threw his hands up in a surrender.
Pure fury covered the angel's face. Dean hadn’t seen that look in a long time.
“Who are you?” He growled. Dean did his best to ignore that physical response for the time being.
“She said she banished all angels to the outfield, how’d you get back here so fast?”
Cas switched from ‘I will smite you without even blinking’ to his best friend as he righted the chair and took steps towards Dean.
“Dean? Is it really you?”
Dean lowered his hands and tucked one hand into his pocket and with the other gave a little wave.
“Yeah Cas, it’s really me buddy.” He cringed inside at the use of ‘buddy’ but if Cas was in a “smite first and ask questions never” kind of mood, he’d have to be Narnia deep in the closet for a few more minutes.
“It’s me. You can do all the tests if you want” He held his arms out showing he wasn’t about to pull a gun or angel blade.
Cas hesitated for only a moment and truly looked; looked at the soul he knew and loved, that he had saved and the body he had rebuilt time and time again.
“Dean?” The tears in his eyes started to threaten to overflow. He moved towards Dean, stepping over both the stunned woman and a bleeding Sam. He pulled Dean into the strongest hug Dean had ever felt.
“Yeah man, it’s me” Dean felt himself relax into Cas, the stress of the last 24 hours starting to catch up with him. He pulled back just enough to look into those blue eyes he loved. They had both gained and lost each other in the last few days, seeing Cas without Lucifer was a balm to his soul.
He had Cas back, his kid and hopefully Sammy would keep his shit together so they’d all be able to just be a family. He rested his forehead against Cas’ and just let himself be in the moment.
“I promise it’s me, I’m okay.” It came out more like a whispered prayer but he knew Cas heard him. He rubbed his hand along Cas’ back and he felt Cas shift to lean his head back to look him in the eye.
“Dean what happened?How long have you been here? When we came back, that woman banished me.” He stepped away and looked to where Sam lay breathing but still bleeding. He lowered his gaze to the floor, in shame or subjugation Dean couldn’t tell.
“I couldn’t do the one thing you asked”
Dean pulled him close, tucking the angel's head into his shoulder.
“Shh, you’re alright. We all are. Trust me when I say I have a story for you, but right now we need to get her into the dungeon and him to the infirmary. I need you to help me out, I need him to stay asleep until tomorrow morning.”
Cas tensed and quickly took a step away. Dean felt the loss and knew one thing for sure, he didn’t like it. He would be holding his angel a lot more in the future.
Cas however was not looking as relaxed. “Stay asleep, why?”
Dean looked from the woman and back to Sam. “I promise Cas, help me get them set up and I’ll show you. But right now I need you to trust me.”
Cas looked skeptical till he heard the small
“Please” from Dean.
“Who do you want to move?”
Dean relaxed with relief. “I’ll take Lady Mary here and you can get the moose”
Cas gave him a skeptical look but with no real accusation behind it. “I thought you didn’t like Downton, you never want to watch it with me”
With a grunt Dean picked up the woman in a fireman's carry and turned towards the hall that led to the dungeon.
“ I never said I didn’t like it, Mrs Patmore is a god damn Saint and doesn’t get enough credit for all the shit she puts up with.” He turned back and pointedly directly at Cas “And another thing, Mr Bates is totally a hunter. I said what I said.”
Cas laughed a full belly laugh and leaned down to pick up a still bleeding Sam.
The infirmary being on the next level down made Cas miss his wings. Now having to carry Sam just takes longer, before he’d have both moved and healed him by now. He took the stairs wondering why the men of letters never installed a lift, besides the broken freight elevator.
“Days like this, I really my wings” he mumbled to an unconscious Sam, as he entered the infirmary and found the first open bed to lay Sam on. Before he could start healing him, he put two fingers to Sam’s forehead and kept his promise that Sam will remain asleep till morning. Sam’s whole body instantly relaxed. Neither brother would ever take enough time to get a quality rest, though Dean had improved since finding his memory foam mattress.
Within moments he had healed Sam's thigh, the shot had been through and through with minimal damage. The second shot had only grazed his ribs, though painful, it was easily mended as well. After taking a moment to check the rest of his vitals he decided that rather than correcting the imbalance in Sam’s electrolyte levels and blood volume, he started one IV to replenish the lost fluids and a second to give him some of the lost blood back. Cas had long admired the way the body could replenish what was lost over time, he knew that his grace could fix the loss in moments but something about letting human blood do its work, just felt more correct. He had noticed that both brothers tended towards recklessness when they knew he could just heal them instantly.
That and, neither of the Winchesters were particularly fond of needles, or staying down long enough to truly recover from anything.
Well, what you don’t know won’t hurt you. He thought as he checked the IV bags. 10 hours of sleep and a few bags of fluids would have Sam up and about in no time.
Cas wondered if he could talk Dean into letting him check him over as well, just because Amara let him go doesn’t mean everything was as Dean liked to say “Okie Dokie”
He took one last moment to observe his patient and once satisfied another to then gather some cleaning supplies before heading back to the library to clean up. Dean would most likely be interrogating the woman for answers as soon as she woke up. No one got to hurt Sam Winchester without dealing with the fallout from Dean.
It was no real surprise that heaven's most terrifying arch angel wanted him as a vessel. Hell, heaven or even purgatory hath no fury quite like Dean.
Dean. His Dean was alive.
Cas closed his eyes and smiled. He spared a moment on the stairs to simply be grateful. He wasn’t sure who he was sending his thanks to. Amara, he supposed at the moment, but he had become so disillusioned with Heaven that saying prayers at all felt almost laughable. But deep in his grace he knew that something was listening. Even if it was just the universe beyond Chuck, it was something and he would cling to that for now.
He began climbing the stairs again and his thoughts returned to Dean. He was seemingly whole and unharmed. This time they’d do things differently, he could feel it. He made his way back up the last few stairs to the main level and down the hall to the library where he could start cleaning. Hopefully the blood had missed most of the rarer texts.
He was surprised though to see Dean leaning against the table waiting for him.
Dean caught Cas’ surprise at seeing him with a soft smile. He took a deep breath and prepared himself. He needed to tell him about Emma.
“I have something to show you but I need you to stay quiet and not yell. Can you do that?”
Cas gave a slight nod and with that Dean stood and motioned Cas to follow him. They headed for the garage. The motion lights kicked on as Dean walked towards the still running mini van.
“Dean what is this? You made fun of my car but you can steal a minivan?” Dean chuckled softly as he made his way to the driver's side door and turned the van off, he then walked around and opened the passenger door, grabbed a large black bag and turned to toss it to Cas.
“Can you carry that for me?”
Nodding again, Cas turned to head back in when he heard the sliding door open. Dean was leaning inside and pulling something- no someone out. A little girl nestled herself back into the comfort of Dean's shoulder.
Cas heard a contented sign from the little girl.
“Dean, who is this?” He asked in as controlled a whisper as he was capable of at the moment.
Dean turned and Cas got a peak at the little girl, her dirty blonde hair pushed back off of her face, familiar freckles across a little button nose. Dean patted her back and made soothing shhhh-ing noises.
Green eyes that could talk him into anything looked over to him, as unsure as he’d ever seen them.
Dean took a steadying breath and calming said “This is Emma, my daughter”