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“I’m sorry, Destiel.” He said. She looked down at her wound, and fell to the side, off of Dean. Cas came to their side then. He and Dean both looked down at the girl, as the red faded from her eyes, and they returned to their natural blue-green colors. The girl the Winchesters knew came back, and the demon within her suddenly gone, killed with the angel blade of Castiel. Destiel's eyes ran from side to side, as if she was reading a book at a million miles an hour.
"All those people..." She started, closing her green eyes that were beginning to brim with tears. Blood gushed through her shirt, and she lay on her back. Her dad rushed to her. “I’m so sorry.” She wept. Dean cradled her head, and Cas examined her wound. Des pushed him away. “No, don’t. Don’t heal me. All those people…I-”
“Shh, shh, you didn’t know.” Dean argued gently. She shook her head.
“No, I did know. And the worst part was that I liked it. I don’t deserve to live, please...please let me die.” She begged. Cas and Dean both shook their heads.
“Not an option.” Dean stated, and Cas healed her. Des looked at him.
“No…” She sat up, and cried, wrapping her arms around her knees. “No! Let me die!” Dean hugged her.
“Shh, it’s okay.” He soothed, rubbing her back. She shook with tears.
“Please kill me!” She screamed. Dean held her tighter, refusing to let go. Cas sat next to them.
“It’s okay, Des." The angel murmered as the girl whimpered at his words. He put his arms around his boyfriend and his daughter. "We'll be okay."
~~~
As inventive with escaping as she was, Destiel could not leave her father and dads' keep. She had tried to kill herself at least once while Dean had been serving breakfast and she got her hands on a knife, but Cas had stepped in and intervened.
That night, Dean came into her room where she sat on the floor, against the wall while hugging her knees. Dean looked around her room.
"Looks like you're in need of a "Hang in there" kitty poster." He joked, commenting on the bare walls and emptiness of Des' room. He chuckled, but his attempt to make his daughter smile had failed when Destiel didn't even look at him. Dean sighed. "Look, Des, I um... I wanted to talk to you." He sat down beside her. "Des, I know that you feel guilty-"
"And the "Understatement of the Year" award goes to..." Des muttered.
"-but you have to let that go for your own good. So, whatever you did, you have to let it go. I understand what it's like to be a demon." Dean showed her the Mark. "I know."
Destiel took a while before she found the courage to speak.
"I see them. At night. All the faces of the people I hurt. The people I murd-" Her voice caught in her throat, choking her words. She took a deep, shaky breath before continuing. "Dad, I was going to kill the world. You and Father and Uncle Sammy. I... I don't want to become that thing again. I don't want to do those things again, Dad." Dean put a hand on his daughter's shoulder.
"I know you don't, Destiel." He agreed quietly. She put her arms around him and held him tight.
"I love you. I'm so sorry, Daddy." She admitted seriously. Dean half expected her to start crying, but she didn't. She just sat there, and stared off into space. "Does it get any easier?"
"In truth?" Dean wanted with all his heart to say yes, even though he was going to tell her that it wasn't. That was, untill she looked up at him and he saw her face.
Her eyes were not all green, and not all blue. The iris near the pupil was blue, the underlying hope she had, underneath the oppressive green that was Dean's own shade of misery. He understood now why they changed they way they did. Dean hugged his daughter, holding her.
"Yeah, it'll get easier, Dessie." He lied. And, with that, his daughter's eyes turned a little more blue.
After that, Destiel gave up trying to end her life. On occasion, the thought crossed her mind, but her dad's words stuck with her and promised a happy ending.
And just like that, everything went to Hell:
Dean killed every last Styne, and Cas was forced to separate Destiel from Dean. When Cas went back to try and stop Dean, he left Destiel alone with Rowena. Sam was busy trying to get back to the Bunker where Dean and Cas were fighting. And Destiel had no powers nor wings.
"I don't blame you for what you did to me." Destiel muttered quietly as Rowena was making something at her table across the room.
"Hmm." Rowena hummed, busy at work.
"You were angry, and as much as I'd like to kill you, I won't. I've had enough killing, and you don't deserve to die at my hands." Rowena finally turned to Destiel.
"My, my, aren't we forgiving." She marveled. "Well, even though you are making a generous effort, it won't save you, my dear." The witch smiled deviously. Des only had enough time to quirk an eyebrow before Rowena raised her hand and pointed to Des. "Ca-reh-amina!" Rowena cried, and Des screamed as a blue light shot from Rowena's hand to Destiel's head.
The seraphim fell to the floor, unconscious, not from her head hitting the floor.
~~~
Destiel's eyes fluttered open to her father and her dad smiling down at her. She realized she was in their arms.
"Aren't you the cutest little thing?" Dean laughed, a tear forming in his eye.
"Shhh, you'll startle her, Dean." Castiel hushed, but he was just as content as his partner.
Destiel was confused at first, but when she opened her mouth to ask questions a newborn's gargle came out instead. This only made the hunter and his angel smile more.
"We're going to keep you safe. No one will ever hurt you, Destiel." Dean promised. Sam came in from a door behind his brother and Cas.
"Is that what you guys decided on? You know I suggested that name as a joke." Sam laughed. Dean rolled his eyes, but Cas spoke for him.
"It is not a joke, Sam. I like the name. It was as much Dean as it is myself." The angel smiled back down at his daughter. "Just like I hope she will be."
"It's a girl?" Sam asked. Dean nodded.
"Yep. Little miss Destiel Mary Winchester. Who'da thought, huh?" He grinned.
"Well, actually Dean, the probability of us having a girl is one out of three, since no double Y-chromosomes exist." Cas commented. Dean shook his head with a smile.
"I love it when you get all technical." He murmured as he kissed Castiel. Sam averted his eyes, and Destiel felt a warmth in her heart at their happiness.
"Can I hold her?" Sam asked quietly. Even though Des was the only one to see it, Dean practically glowed with pride.
"Yeah." Dean agreed. Castiel carried his baby over to Sam, after Sam gave Dean a heartfelt hug that Dean called girly, though everyone knew he was just playing. Seeing the tiny girl in the big moose's arms was an odd enough picture, but Destiel rather enjoyed being surrounded by her uncle's big arms that were larger than her.
"She's the spitting image of Cas." Sam said. "Blue eyes, black hair... except for the freckles, I think we know where those came from."
If this is a dream, I'm never waking up. Des tried to say, but once again, it came out as comprehensible warbles and chatter. Sam laughed, and handed her to Dean.
"She's a real heart-breaker, Dean. Must get it from her uncle." Sam joked. Dean scoffed.
"I think she gets it from her father, who happens to be an angel of the Lord." He planted a kiss on Cas' cheek.
"Have you guys worked that out yet?" Sam inquired.
"Jeez, Sammy, you're super nosy today." Dean remarked, but Cas gave him a "give it up for now" look. "Yes, we have, actually. Cas is gonna go by "father" and I'm "dad". You're Uncle Sam." Dean smirked. Sam laughed.
"Yeah, that'll go over real smoothly." He stated with sarcasm and a new bitchface that quickly melted back into a smile. "How's Charlie?"
Aunt Charlie's alive?
"She's asleep. I don't know how we can ever repay her for doing this for us." Dean said he sat down in a chair beside Sam, exhausted.
"Well, she's kind of the only woman we really know, Dean. She's kind of the only one who'd be able to." Sam pointed out. Cas nodded.
"Sam's right. I don't know that I would have felt comfortable with any other female carrying our child but Charlie." He looked just as tired and worn-out as his partner. They'd been up all night, every second meaning the world to them, waiting to see their first and only child's birth. Upon having an idea, Dean spoke up against the quiet silence of the room:
"Cas?"
"Yes, Dean?"
"I can watch for a while her if you and Sam wanna go get some rest." Dean offered. At first, Cas opened his mouth to protest, but then he saw inside Dean's thoughts, and smiled.
"Thank you, Dean. I would be glad for a moment's peace. Come on, Sam. You can show me to the coffee machines." Cas ushered Sam out, and winked to Dean as he left the room as well. Dean looked down at his daughter and grinned from ear to ear.
"Just you and me now, Dessie." He said, and Destiel did her best to smile back up at him.
Just me and you, Daddy.
Dean stood and swayed a little, and after making sure the door was closed, he began to sing in a low voice:
"Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better
And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder"
Dean hoped it brought the same comfort to Destiel that it brought to him when Mary sang it all those years ago. Destiel fell asleep in Dean's strong, comforting arms to the sound of his deep, smooth voice.
"Good night, baby girl." He whispered as she snuggled into his arms, fast asleep. He kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Destiel."
And when the nurses came to take her from him, he needed Cas and Sam to hold him back while swearing up and down that "if anything happens to her, heads will roll".
~~~
When Sam found Cas nearly beaten to death at the Bunker, Cas made his way back to the hideout where Rowena and the unconscious Des were, while Sam pursued Dean after receiving a phone call from a fellow hunter about Dean's whereabouts. Cas arrived at the hideout, and fixed himself up. But as he got there, Rowena was alone, and Des wasn't awake.
"What did you do to her?" He growled at the witch.
"Wha'ja think I did? I put her under a spell, of course." Rowena smirked. Castiel examined his daughter, and found he couldn't wake her. He shook her and called her name, but the girl wouldn't wake.
"Help her, right now. Or I will-"
"You'll what, angel? Kill me?" Rowena laughed. "You can't do that, you still need me for the spell to get the Mark off of Dean. She's not dead, no need to fuss."
"How do I break the spell?"
"Don't you know your literature, Castiel? Her one true love has got to be the one to kiss her." Rowena smirked.
"But her girlfriend is dead, a demon killed her." Cas recalled. Rowena shrugged.
"That's not my fault, now is it?"
"No, but it will be your problem. Undo the spell." Cas threatened.
"I can't, even if I wanted to, I can't lift the spell because I'm not the one she loves!" Rowena replied honestly.
"Why? Why did you do it?" Cas demanded. Rowena crossed her arms.
"Why do ya think? She attacked me! She wanted revenge for her wings!"
"And you mean to tell me you had enough time to throw together a spell like that in the time it took for her to get from one side of the room to another?" Cas squinted at her, unbelieving. Rowena smiled.
"Well, you don't study under the Grand Coven for no reason, my dear."
"What exactly, did you do?"
"I believe the spell is called "A djinn's kiss". It makes the person go into their best memory or their "dream world" so to speak."
"What happens if she never gets kissed by the right person?"
"Come now, angel. I think even you can work that out." When Cas made no sign that he understood, Rowena rolled her eyes. "Go watch Sleeping Beauty, ya clueless bunch of feathers!" She snapped. "No, she won't die, she'll just be asleep until the end of all time." Rowena laughed a little. "But I'm warnin' you; the longer she's in the dream, the less she'll remember of this life."
Cas slumped in a chair, defeated.
"Why would you do this?" He asked.
"Because you boys won't kill my son, and I'm reminding you that I'M STILL HERE!" Rowena roared. Cas glared at her.
"What do you need?"
~~~
As Destiel next opened her eyes, she was a few years older, and she couldn't quite remember what she had been doing before the dream about being in the hospital with her parents and her uncle. She knew it had something to do with Dean and Cas and some red-haired witch, but it was all so fuzzy now.
"I'm gonna getcha!" Dean yelled from down the hall in the Bunker. Des squealed and ran for an empty room. "Where are you, Des? I'm gonna find you!" Dean called in a taunting voice. The little girl tried to stifle her giggles and keep her hiding place a secret. But Cas popped out of nowhere and swooped her up into his arms.
"I got her first!" He announced triumphantly. Des squirmed and laughed, trying to get free, but Cas had her. Dean walked in the room.
"Aw, man. You angels, always flappin around." Dean poked Cas, and stole Des from the angel's arms.
"Hey!" Cas called, but Dean took off with Des, holding her above his head, so that she soared above him, head-first as he ran down the hall.
"I Superman!" She screamed. Dean laughed and brought her down into his face.
"Superman?" Dean asked. The girl nodded her head excitedly. "Well, if you're Superman, that makes me Batman, right?"
"Daddy Batman!" She screamed, and Dean laughed. It was good to see him laugh without the weight of the world resting on his shoulders.
"That's right, Dessie." By then Cas had caught up to them.
"Actually, more often than not, Dean poses as a damsel in distress." Cas joked, and Dean gave him a "you'll pay for that later" look. Des tilted her head in confusion.
"What a damnsel in destress?" She asked. Cas smiled, and before Dean could intervene, he answered:
"Like a princess who's waiting to be rescued."
"Ew!" Des exclaimed, and Cas laughed while Dean gave him a look that Destiel luckily didn't see. Dean set her down on the ground. "Daddy no princess!" Dean smugly smiled at his partner.
"She knows what's true." He rubbed in. Cas made a small: "hmf" in disagreement, but by that time, Des was taking off and nearly at the other end of the hall. "She's so fast." Dean commented.
"And incredibly energetic." Castiel agreed. Dean smiled, and kissed Cas. Then he gave the angel a little smack on the ass, since Des wasn't around to see. Cas gasped in surprise, but he smiled deviously. "I'm going to pay for that damsel remark, aren't I?" Dean leaned into Cas' ear.
"Yessir." He whispered, then biting the angel's ear.
"If you want, I can convince Sam and Charlie to take Des out for ice cream. That'll give us half an hour." Cas suggested.
"Sounds good to me." Dean smiled, and kissed Cas tenderly.
"I love you, Dean."
"Love you too, Castiel."
"I'll go get Sam and Charlie, you get Des."
"Okay." As Cas started to turn away, Dean looped an arm around him, and caught the angel in another kiss, before letting the angel scurry off to find Sam while Dean looked for Des. "Dessie, do you want some ice cream?"
"ICE CREAM!!!" She shrieked from down the hall. Dean laughed and found his daughter jumping up and down.
~~~
Cas had put his daughter in his car to keep her body away from Rowena as he hustled to find a crossroads. He had to summon Crowley, and he was not going to leave Destiel alone with that witch ever again. He swore he wouldn't. There had to be a way to reverse the spell, and if Rowena wasn't going to tell him, he was going to have to get the answer without her. And that was not even touching on the fact that he needed supplies to break the spell that lay on Dean's arm. Everything was so wrong, and Cas feared that nothing would ever go back to the way it was. Charlie was dead, Destiel was under an unbreakable spell, Sam hasn't been heard from in hours, and Dean was... Well, Dean was just not himself.
Cas' mind went to a dark place, the night before Dean left to kill the Stynes and two nights after curing Des. He and Dean had a fight that scared even Cas:
~flashback~
Dean stormed in to his room, punching a lamp off of a table and shoulders tense. Cas put a hand tenderly on his shoulder and Dean shrugged it off with an angry glare in the angel's direction.
"Don't you touch me." He threatened.
"Dean, I'm only trying to help-"
"I said, don't touch me, Cas." Dean warned. Cas huffed in annoyance.
"Dean. I'm your... friend, and I'm trying to comfort you. That's my job, is it not?"
"Leave me alone, Castiel. Before I hurt you."
"You wouldn't hurt me." Cas denied, but he wasn't so sure now. Dean looked at him.
"Yes, I would."
"Then you're not the Dean I know." Dean stood.
"Dammit, Cas, I don't want to hear your "boo-hoo my boyfriend's a psychopath" crap!" Dean yelled. Cas stood and got in Dean's face.
"Dean, stop pushing me away! You don't think I don't know you're getting worse?! You think I don't know we're falling apart and the only thing keeping us together is Destiel?! I'm losing you right in front of my eyes, and I don't know how to stop it! Dammit, Dean, I love you!"
"Shut up, Cas! God, all you do is complain! Stop fighting for me, you know I'm already gone! The only reason I'm still pretending is so that my daughter still believes in a happy ending! Because of all the things I still have, she's the one thing I can't lose!" Dean bellowed. Cas was taken aback, but it only brought out his rage more.
"Your daughter?! She's our daughter, Dean! She doesn't belong to just you!" Cas screamed.
"Oh, because you've been "father of the year"?!" Dean retorted.
"Well I can't say that I ever hurt her and knocked her out how many times, now?!"
"You haven't hurt her?! Really now, Cas? Of the two of us, who has betrayed her?!" Dean shot.
"I never did!" Cas denied.
"She obviously didn't see it that way!"
"I had to protect Claire! Des had you and Sam, as well as me! Claire had no one but her missing mother! I owed Claire!"
"You hurt Des, and she's told me that she'll never trust you!" Dean raged.
"You don't think I don't know that?! I've tried to talk to her for days but she'll only talk to you, Dean! How do you think that makes me feel?!"
"Complain, complain, complain! That's all that ever comes out of your mouth anymore, Cas!"
"Dean, stop it!"
"Why can't you just fucking give up on me already, Cas?!"
"Because I love you!"
"Well I don't!"
"STOP HURTING ME, DEAN!"
"STOP LOVING ME, CASTIEL!"
The two stared angrily into each other's eyes, and as Cas was about to yell something he would forever regret, a small voice started singing from outside the closed bedroom door:
"Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough. Just a second we're not broken, just bent and we can learn to love again." Dean glared at Cas, and opened the door, but Destiel had already walked away. Cas tried to grab his arm.
"Dean, I-" Dean forcefully shrugged Cas off, and stood in the doorway, back turned to Cas.
"Leave me alone, Cas: I won't say it again. Get your own room." Then Dean left the room, slamming the door and going off to who knew where. Cas' eyes misted, and he closed his eyes, scrunching up his face. He sat on the bed, putting his face in his hands. He let out a quiet cry. Dean was gone, and Cas knew it was over between the two of them. He let the tears drip from his face to his palms, and his body shook with sobs.
~present~
Cas needed to cure Dean, and bring him back to himself before... well, what could be worse than this?
~~~
"Dad, I'm going out!" A teenage Destiel yelled. Her memory about the other world was all but gone. The only evidence that she had ever had another life was that she felt like Dean had been in great pain once, but it seemed to be over now.
"Wait! Wait!" Dean yelled, running down the hall. He stopped in front of her. "Where are you going and what car are you taking?" He asked seriously. She shrugged as non-chalantly as possible.
"Just some party. I thought I'd take the Imp-"
"Hell no." Dean cut her off.
"What?!"
"You don't drive the Impala anywhere. You can take your father's car." Dean scolded. Des crinkled her nose at the last part. "And where is this party?"
"In town. Some of my school friends are having a start-of-our-senior-year party." Destiel replied.
"I need an address, names of all the people there, and the time when you'll be home."
"Dad!" Des complained. "I don't know everyone there. It's just some of my friends from school. I can text the address to you if it helps. And I'll be home at eleven."
"Fine. No texting and driving! And you answer your phone if I call, no matter what!"
"Okay, Dad!"
"And no kissing boys!" Dean called, half seriously, half as a joke. Des' eyes widened, and she bit her lip. She swallowed, and rubbed her arm.
"Uh, Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm...I'm um...It's not-UGH! Never mind!" She yelled, and slammed the Bunker door behind her. Cas came up behind a confused Dean and wrapped his arms around Dean's waist.
"What was that about?" The angel asked. Dean shrugged.
"No clue. But what I do know is that the Bunker is ours tonight." Dean grinned. Cas bit Dean's ear.
"Really? Where are Sam and Charlie?"
"They're at some play two hours from here and Des is at a party."
"Party, huh?" Cas whispered in Dean's ear, breath hot. His hands wandered from Dean's waist till they found what they wanted. Dean gasped as Cas grabbed him.
"Cas!" Dean squeaked.
"It's been four years since we had the Bunker to ourselves Dean." Cas murmured.
"I know. Last time I had you,angel, we had to rent a motel room because Des wouldn't go-" Cas turned his head to cut Dean off with a kiss.
"Dean, please." Cas moaned.
...two hours later...
She was tired and ready to just flop back in bed. The party was supposed to end at eleven, but the cops showed up at ten even though her friends left around nine, so she did too. Des figured it would be no big deal if she came home early.
The Bunker was eerily quiet as she entered. She crept through the halls, making almost no noise. She had a talent for it, but she never knew why. Then she got the sneaking suspicion that maybe they'd left and gone out to eat or something. But who would be open this late?
"Dad? Father? You here?" She called. There was unmistakable movement from Dean's room, and she knocked on the closed door. "Dad?"
Dean's head poked out of the door, bare-chested and a towel wrapped around his lower half.
"Dessie! Hey, you're home early." Dean smiled, and Des knew right away what he was hiding. "I was just taking a shower." He lied.
"Hm, a shower... right. So why's your hair not wet?"
"I was wearing a shower cap."
"A shower cap? You?" Destiel laughed.
"Don't judge me." Dean sassed.
"Why's the towel dry as a desert?" Des smirked. Dean sighed. "It's okay, Dad. I know." Dean looked uncomfortable.
"Give us a minute to get dressed, then." Dean disappeared into the room, closing the door and spied his angel on the bed.
"She knew?" Cas questioned. Dean nodded.
"Yeah."
A few minutes later, Cas, Dean, and Destiel were all seated at one of the main tables in the common room. Cas and Dean sat together, and opposite of their daughter. Des had claimed she needed to get something off her mind, and the men had gladly obliged.
"Okay." Des started, taking a deep breath. "Don't-Don't interrupt me. This is hard to explain, so save your questions until after I'm done." Dean and Cas nodded. "Okay. So, don't be mad, but-"
"You're on drugs?!" Dean screamed.
"Dad!!" Des shrieked.
"Dean?!" Cas scolded.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry! ...You're not, are you?" Dean asked.
"No! It's not anything like that, it's..." Destiel stopped, her eyes focused on her folded hands in her lap. "I..." Cas smiled, reading her thoughts. But he was going to let her say it first, when she was comfortable. "It's like, there's Princess Leia..." Des started.
"Well everybody knows Han Solo is the hottest of the three." Dean interjected. Cas glared at him, and crossed his arms.
"Oh really, now, Dean?" Cas snorted. Dean cleared his throat nervously.
"Except, y'know. Your father is the hottest person in this, or any galaxy. No matter how far, far away." Dean added. Cas smirked and turned back to his daughter.
"Go on, Des. What about Leia?"
"She's...I'm...I like chicks, okay?!" She threw her face in her hands, and hid in embarrassment.
"Oh." Dean said quietly. "Well I guess that is different." Cas elbowed him.
"Des, I'm glad you told us." He said with a proud smile.
"Well, there's this girl at school. And, well..." Des didn't finish, her face still in her hands.
"We love you, and it doesn't matter who you like, as long as they're good to you." Cas continued, and Des peeked through her fingers. "After all, it's not like you're the only one. Your Aunt Charlie is a lesbian and," he chuckled, "well I think you can tell that I'm in love with your dad." Des cracked a small smile. Dean planted a light kiss on Cas' cheek.
"Yep, I'm head over heels for this loser with wings here." Dean agreed. Cas looked alarmed, and Des looked confused.
"Dean-" Cas said in a low voice.
"Uh, Dad?" Des asked.
Cas, Dean, Sam, and Charlie had all agreed that it was best to not tell Des the truth about their lives until she was ready.
"Dessie, we have something we need to talk about with you, too." Cas started. Dean shook his head.
"No, Cas, we can't." He disagreed quietly. "Not yet, please." He begged.
"One second, Des." Cas grabbed Dean's arm and pulled him into a corner. "Dean, we have to tell her."
"No, please. Not yet. I know what it's like to try to shield someone from the dark. It's great... while it lasts. Please, babe. Not yet." Dean pleaded.
"Dean, she's already been asking questions and I try to avoid the subject, but she knows something. She's been asking me about God and angels a lot. She even asked who my parents were."
"What did you tell her?"
"I didn't. I told her I had to go do something important and that it was a discussion for a later time. Dean, we have to tell her before she finds out for herself. I'd rather her have us for a cushion when it happens than for her to crash-land on her own." Cas stated. Dean sighed.
"I'm not ready." He said.
"I'm not, either. But she is, Dean." Dean slowly nodded. They walked back to the table, hand in hand.
"Destiel, your father and I have something important to discuss with you." Dean began.
And thus, Dean and Cas began explaining their story, everything from Mary's death to the Mark of Cain, which was removed from Dean's arm by Death in exchange for the best damn fried pickle chips in the world (from a family-owned restaurant in Northern Chicago).
"So how did you guys get together?" Des asked. Cas smiled back at Dean.
"When your dad finally got rid of the Mark, the four of us -myself, Charlie, Sam and Dean- all settled down here for good. And the more cabin fever we all got, the more affectionate I became towards him until Sam explained that what I was feeling for Dean was love. I confessed, and Dean, well..." Cas laughed.
"We um..." Dean cleared his throat. How do you say "I fucked your father good and hard" to your daughter?
"I get it, I get it." Des said quickly.
"Then a few years later, I wanted a child. After much persuasion to Dean, I finally convinced him to agree." Cas said. "So we went to see a specialist, and your aunt did the honor of carrying you."
"Why is that the least shocking part?" Des asked. Dean chuckled.
Sam and Charlie stumbled into the Bunker, and Des smiled up at them.
"Thanks for saving the world, Uncle Sam." Sam looked pointedly at Dean.
"You told her?" He asked. The three below nodded.
"And Aunt Charlie? You rock as queen." Des smiled. Charlie grinned.
Everyone decided to head for bed, and soon Dean and Destiel were the only ones left in the main room.
"Dad?"
"Yes, Destiel?"
"Why aren't you and Father married?" Des inquired, staring up at Dean with Cas' blue eyes. Dean grinned. The thought hadn't occurred to him until now. Not that there wasn't a reason, but... True, he could never see himself with anyone else, and he didn't think Cas would leave him, either.
"That's a good question, Dessie."
~~~
The Mark was painfully, but finally off. The bright light that had hit Dean was the best, but most nerve-wracking thing that had happened in the last year. Sam was amazed, and so was Dean.
"It's gone." Sam breathed.
"Yeah. But what does that mean?" Dean asked cautiously. Sam shrugged.
"For the moment does it matter?" Sam countered. Dean dug out his phone. "Who are you calling?" But Dean didn't answer.
"Cas?" Dean called out to the receiver.
"Dean? What-" Cas answered.
"Cas, babe, I love you." Dean confessed. "I'm so sorry, I- I was so wrong. It was all the Mark, but, I know that's a horrible excuse. Castiel, I love you. Please forgive me." Dean pleaded.
"Dean, I love you too. I love you so much, I knew you'd come back to me. But listen to me Dean: Des is under a spell. I can't get her out of it."
"What kind of spell?" Cas didn't answer. There was static from the other side, as if someone dropped the phone. "Cas? Cas?!" Dean looked up in horror at his little brother. "Sam, Cas is in trouble."
The pair of brothers ran outside just in time to see the swirling black mass on the horizon. They made it to the Impala, but hit a pothole, and were swallowed by the Darkness.
Meanwhile, Cas had dropped the phone, no longer hearing Dean's voice, but instead the haunting chill of the spell Rowena was casting upon him.
That's it, angel.
He turned to Crowley.
Kill him.
Cas did as he was told, and pulled out his angel blade as Rowena escaped.