Disclaimer: I do not own this characters, well except one. I call dibs on the little girl.
A/N:This will be updated alternating Saturadays and Sundays. The first update shoul've come on Saturday, but due to internet issues and moms who get into car accidents I wasn't able to post then. The next update will be expected to come next Sunday.
Also we have to give credit where credit is due, so a great thanks to thespywhospies on tumblr for her 2nd Generation of Winchesters. You should go check that out to see how the hunky hunks who play the Winchesters kids look like.
Also take notice that english is not my first language and this is unbeated. All mistakes are mine.
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Dean and Sam get a break in the case they are currently working on and decide to stop at a local diner to eat some lunch. And about time, because Dean hasn't eaten for about two hours and he was starting to get hungry.
They sit on a booth facing each other and a cute waitress who smiles brightly at Sam (which is weird, but whatever Dean doesn't care that she totally ignored him) takes their order.
They chat for a bit, about the case. About what is expected to be an easy salt and burn and it shouldn't take more than five minutes. Except of course things never are that simple and Dean just knows that something will go wrong and one of them is going to get their ass kicked by a vengeful creepy-ass ghost.
The waitress comes back with their orders and another smile for Sam, not so discretely slipping him her phone number.
Dean snorts and wiggles his eyebrow at his brothers, quipping something about the lion mane charm that Sam uses to attract chicks, and seriously Sammy give me five minutes with some clippers.
Sam bitchfaces and opens his mouth to replay when it happens.
One moment he's sitting at the dinner and then everything drowns out and all Dean can hear is a loud, panicked child crying in his head, echoing and making something painfully and ugly twist in his chest. There's the sensation of falling through space and the misplaced air around thim, and Dean falls ass first in the dirty warehouse floor.
He jumps up to his feet as fast as he can and reaches for his gun. Looks around him and surveys the empty warehouse, his eyes falling into a far corner where a little girl as her back pressed against the wall and big fat tears roll down her face. Three adults circling her like vultures, cutting her way out.
Somehow Dean just knows that these are demons and white hot rage sparks in his chest.
He takes the demon knife from his jacket and advances on them, using the element of surprise to take the first one out. A woman in her late thirties wearing a skirt and a blouse, hair pulled back in a bun. Dean carves the knife into her heart and pulls it back quickly as the woman crumbles to the ground.
There's still two more to deal with and Dean is a good hunter, but he's outnumbered here. He didn't need to look when he feel ass first in here to know that Sam didn't come along for the trip.
The demons turn to him and one of manages to punch Dean in the face so hard that he goes flying straight to a wall.
He lands harshly and hears something pop out of place, but he quickly dismisses it and hops back onto his feet, getting himself between the girl and the demons.
"Wanna dance?" He spits at the demons face, a boy that must be around twenty years old, wearing dirty chucks and ripped jeans "Let's dance, bitch." He says twisting the knife and slashing the air where the demon had been a minute before.
The other demon tries to attack him from one side, but he's expecting it and sidesteps the demon, slashing his arm. The demon falls back.
The younger demon takes one step forward to try his luck again, but suddenly his eyes and mouth are shinning and Dean quickly closes his eyes. The demon crumbles in front of him to reveal Cas, who looks like he's about to bring God's wrath on whomever steps in his way.
The other demon looks between Cas and Dean and tries his luck at escaping. He runs for the door, but Cas is near him in a split second and Dean hears the pitiful groan of it being exorcised, just as he turns to the little girl behind him.
She's just a little thing. Shouldn't be more than five or six, with light brown hair and wide green eyes. Her lip is quivering and her cheeks are tearstained. She has both arms wrapped around her knees as she trembles.
Dean wipes the blade to his pant legs and tucks it back in place. He slowly squats down, wincing at the sharp pain in his shoulder, which he probably dislocated when he fell.
"It's okay." He says softly "The bad guys are gone now." He stretches out a hand for her to take "It's okay. I won't hurt you. I'm the good guy." He continues, trying to coach the girl into letting go of her knees and getting her back to her parents.
The girl stops trembling and slowly releases the vice hold she has on her legs. She clumsily wipes her cheeks and sniffles.
Dean is fully expecting the girl to cautiously take his hand and let him lead her out of this place, what he's not expecting his for the girl to practically leap into his arms and clutch at his neck like it's her favorite stuffed animal.
Dean startles a bit, but slowly wraps his arms around the girl and stands up, letting her little legs wrap around his torso, bonny knees digging into his ribs.
"It's okay. You're okay now." He whispers softly, rubbing a hand through the girl's back.
"Dean." Castiel calls, and when Dean turns around, the angel is standing a few feet away, eyeing the child like she might explode any second now "She called me." He says and he's obviously distressed about this "Dean," Castle shuffles in place, uneasily "how did you get here?" he asks, blue eyes focused on Dean own now.
"Uh," he frowns "Angel Express, I think? I'm not sure. I was at the dinner with Sam and suddenly I was here."
Castiel nods, focusing again on the girl in his arms.
"You did that? Angel whammied me here?"
Cas shakes his head, gaze studying the girl likes she's become the most interesting thing he has ever seen.
"She called me." He says again, as if it answers every question Dean as.
"So you've said. So what?" he asks irritably, because seriously, this is becoming a little redundant.
"You don't understand. She called me by my name in enochian."
Oh! Oh, well, that's- that's something. He needs to get back to Sam and figure this mess out. Like yesterday.
"Can you take me back to Sam? I think I need some pie." He says.
The girl perks up immediately. Little head snapping up and green eyes staring at him widely, like he just told her unicorns were real and there was one waiting for her in the backyard.
"Yes, please, daddy. I loves me some pie." She quips smiling brilliantly and sniffling once.
And he would have laugh except WHAT IN THE FUCKING SHIT DID THIS GIRL JUST CALLED HIM?!
He looks at Cas, heart beating faster and shit, is he having a panic attack? Shit shit shit. This isn't supposed to happen. He's always careful. Always. There's no chance in hell that this girl is his kid.
"Cas?"
The angel opens his mouth as if to assure him, but shuts it again.
"Cas!" he barks.
"Let me fix your shoulder." He says instead and just when in the fuck did the angel get good at deflecting?!
Cas steps forwards and squeezes his shoulder once, setting it back in place and then he lifts two fingers to Dean's forehead and there's the same displacement of air and the sense of falling through space before Dean finds himself back in the booth he had been, maybe ten minutes ago. He's not sure how long it has been.
The waitress that took their order, passes by them and stops. She blinks a couple of times and takes in the picture. Dean sitting with a little girl in his lap and Cas pressed shoulder to shoulder.
Dean glares at her, when her gaze lingers for too long and she clears her throat awkwardly "If you're looking for the other gentleman that was sitting here, he just left. I'm sure you'll be able to catch up with him."
"I'll go get Sam." Cas answers gravely, which receives another look from the waitress, but yeah everyone gets that look when they hear his voice for the first time.
Dean nods and grabs his arm, before he thinks in vanishing in front of the girl.
"Meanwhile could you get us a piece of pie?" he asks.
The little girl wiggles in his lap and turns her cuteness level to maximum, leveling the waitress with a happy grin "Apple please." She asks with the perfect mix of shyness and confidence.
The woman smiles down at the girl and nods.
"Coming right up, sweetheart." She answers kindly, she looks up at Dean and smiles "You have a wonderful child. She looks just like you." And that's about all that Dean can do not to choke and die.
The waitress turns around and Dean lets go of Cas' arm so the angel can go get Sam, leaving Dean alone with an armful of little girl who thinks she's his daughter.
The girl looks up at him and squints her eyes. She tilts her head slightly to the side.
"Daddy. Did you do something bad?"
Well, that came out of nowhere.
"Why do you ask?" he is completely ignoring the daddy part.
"Because I can't see it. Did you fight with grandpa? Did you burn one of his bible books again?" she asks suspiciously.
"I- what?" he's so confused right now.
Cas and Sam materialize in their respective seats, just as the little girl asks "Are you Falling?"
Castiel stiffens beside him and Sam is looking dumbstruck at the girl.
"No." he answers carefully.
The girl turns to Cas "Dadda," she says reaching one hand out to wrap in Cas trench coat and using it as leverage to climb into Cas' lap, while Dean is too busy choking on his own saliva, because WHAT?!
The little girl seems unperturbed by his reaction though "Dadda," she says again grabbing Cas' face in her tiny hands and leveling him with most serious look a five-year-old can muster up "I can't see daddy's grace." She states "Is he okay?"
Dean's entire vocabulary, which is not that vast, is reduced to incomprehensive jumble and a series of shitshitshitshitfuckmylife and WHAT?!
That's about it. At least the question 'what about the mom?' is no longer tormenting, because apparently he had a kid with Cas and he is a freackin' angel. Just fucking great!
"I think this child is in the wrong reality." Castiel murmurs.
The waitress chooses that moment to come back with two pieces of pie, sliding one on front of Dean and the other in front of the girl.
"That one is on the house." She says with a warm smile.
The girl, and shit he doesn't even know his own daughter's name, bats her eyelashes and smiles prettily at the waitress.
"Pie!" the little girl cries out happily, twisting in Cas' lap and reaching for the fork.
Sam snorts. "She's definitely your daughter." He quips as the girl shoves more pie on her face than on her mouth.
Dean sends him a dark look and a kick on the calf for good measure, before pulling the fork away from her and cutting the pie in smaller bits that are manageable and have a better chance to actually making it to the girl's mouth.
For the next five minutes or so the girl completely ignores them, focusing on her pie.
Dean looks down at his pie, and he's not really hungry anymore, so he decides on cutting it in smaller pieces as well and gently sliding it over to the girl's side when she's finished with her slice.
The girl squeals happily and climbs to his lap to briefly smack a sticky kiss on his cheek and say 'I love you daddy.' Before she goes back to the pie again. She leaves Dean staring, a little dumbfounded at her and with the stupidest grin on his face. Which is really fucked up because this is not even his kid.
He clears his throat and puts on his game face, turning back to Cas "You were saying something about another reality."
Sam leans over the table to listen better. Being the huge nerd that he is, he'll be hanging on every single word Cas will say and he'll probably take notes too.
"There's a theory that dictates that if you can imagine something then it's probably a reality in a parallel universe. My best guess as to what this child does here is that someone in one of those realities, accidentally or not sent her here."
"Like when you and Balthazar sent us to that reality where we were douche actors?"
Castiel looks down apologetically, but nods and Dean is still kinda pissed at that, but he could hit Sam for having to bring that up.
Dean works is jaw "So, basically what you're saying is that in one alternative universe you and I have a kid, I have grace and Sam's a moose. That it?" he chimes in to distract Cas, who still looks like a kicked puppy.
Castiel frowns "I have no information that Sam is a moose- Oh." He catches on when Dean lifts his eyebrows at him "You're attempting humor."
Sam snorts, and then smiles broadly at both of them, waggling his eyebrows a bit and what the fuck? Since when did he turn into Dean?!
"Shut up." He growls before Sam as time to even open his mouth.
They are most definitely not talking about this one. Nope.
"And how do we send her back? Because dude, if in any universe this is my kid and I have angel mojo, I'd be planning on executing some massive ass kicking right about now." He informs both of them, and as if on cue the entire structure of the dinner shakes and lighting strikes where lightning should not strike.
The windows are shaking and threatening to splinter in a thousand pieces when it all stops at the same time.
Next blink of an eye, there are two young men sitting with them. One who pulled a chair at the head of the booth, in his early twenties, scruffy jaw, messy dark hair and blue eyes. He looks so much like Cas that Dean could cry. Next to Sam there's a kid who must be a little older than the first one, but not by much. Tall, almost as tall as Sam with long blonde hair, hazel eyes and a dimpled smile. He looks like a young Sam and like. . . someone that Dean can't quite place until he makes a lollipop appear out of nowhere and pops it in his mouth. And oh, you have got to be shitting me right now, because if that's not downright Gabriel and Sam mixed spunk (ew) in there Dean doesn't know what it is.
The first guy, smiles charmingly and shit if he doesn't see his own smile reflected in there, and does the favor of introducing them.
"Hey dad," he look at Dean and then at Cas when he says "father. My name is James. I'm your son. That little ray of sunshine with pie right there is Mary Jude. And this is my good cousin Henry."
Henry turns to Sam with a mischievous smile "'Sup, dad."
Sam opens his mouth and closes it like a fish and Dean doesn't know whether he should cry or laugh with the weird situation.
He decides on the later, snorting at all of them and stealing a piece of pie from his 'daughter'who makes a little indignant noise in the back of her throat but doesn't go much past that.
He flags the waitress and order three beers. He's going to need alcohol to handle this one. And something tells him that Sam will too. And probably Cas would like to find the closest liquor store and give it his best try.
Yeah, there's going to be needed alcohol for him not to freak out and start shooting civilians.