Hey everyone, I thought I was done with Cassandra Teal, but then I talked to GrammarDemon (whose kidDean!fic, Play It Again, Sam, you should totally check out) and we talked about the ways in which a nephilim child could create havoc in Dean and Sam's lives and, well, this happened. I always forget to mention at the beginning of my stories, but I do not own Supernatural, or Dean, or Sam, Castiel, anyone. I do however, own Siobhan, Cassandra, and Bear. Maybe Fish too. Although Siobhan will probably claim that she owns Bear and Fish. I'm not getting into it with a two-year-old, myself. Please read and review, I really appreciate it! You don't have to have read Cassandra Teal to understand this story, but it might help to understand the roles they all play.

Happy reading!


'The little girl is through here. She's not been the same since her mother died.'

Sam tweaked his suit as Dean followed the police officer into the interview room. Their latest case had brought them out near Pasadena, California. A woman had died of some mystical illness, and the only witness to the death was her young daughter. Dean had decided they should take the case, which seemed weak at best to Sam, but he knew his brother's ulterior motive. He was here to try and see his own daughter, the one he and Castiel had managed to conceive when Castiel was borrowing a female vessel.

Sam didn't know much about what had happened. Dean had refused, in the last few years, to discuss the whole situation. All Sam knew – and in the grand scheme of things, it wasn't much – all Sam knew was that Dean and Castiel had decided not to continue their relationship until Dean was dead, and they would be together in their next life. He had a feeling Dean was in contact with Cassandra still, but again, Dean liked to pretend like that entire chapter of his life had never happened. Castiel was a little freer with Sam about discussing it, but he had his limits too, claiming that Dean would not be comfortable knowing Sam was privy to it all. Castiel watched over his daughter frequently, which was the entire reason Sam even knew if he had a niece or a nephew.

Sam followed Dean into the room, and sat beside him, in front of a tiny girl who could barely see over the table. She had fine, wispy brown hair, and very chubby cheeks. Her eyes startled Sam. One was as blue as the sky in the summer, or the sea around a tropical island, and the other was mossy green, deep and with a hint of brown. There was something in both of those eyes that suggested to Sam she knew more than she was able to express, more than a two-year-old should. She was clutching a teddy bear, and Sam was sure too, that the black beads of the bear's eyes had some consciousness behind them. She looked up at the officer, as he carried on talking to the boys about the case. Dean was listening to him, talking back, asking questions, whatever. Sam was focused on the little girl, and the teddy bear whose head had definitely turned to look at the officer.

Did the teddy do it? It wouldn't be the first time that he and Dean had met a bear with a conscience, after all. Hopefully this one didn't drink what Dean had dubbed 'girl drinks' to deal with it's depression.

'Hey sweetie, what's your bear's name?' Sam smiled at her, as Dean continued to find out about the case. Sam had always done better with little kids than Dean, after all.

'Bear,' she whispered. 'She likes Bear.'

Sam tried to do some mental math. Could two-year-olds structure sentences like that?

'Bear's a good name. And if you called for her, you know exactly what to look for.'

She blinked at him. Maybe Sam was wrong, maybe this little girl was just a normal two-year-old.

'So, my name's Sam, what's yours?'

She looked at the bear, and the bear looked back.

'That's a neat trick, huh? I think it's one of those animatronic toys, it seems lifelike sometimes,' the officer broke into the conversation, bringing Sam back into the real world.

'Yeah, it's so realistic. Um, do you mind if we talk to her on our own?' Sam tried. 'I know she's in police custody, but she may open up more if there are fewer of us in the room.'

The officer checked his watch.

'You have ten minutes.' He looked at the little girl. 'I'll go and get you and the bear a juice box, okay honey?'

She didn't nod, or shake her head, but watched him as he left the room. And then her eyes snapped to Dean.

'Hello, Daddy.'

'Hey, Princess. What happened to Mommy?'

Sam sat back in his chair, as the little girl looked around to the door, where the officer had left.

'It's okay, Princess. I know as much as Mommy did. Maybe more. Daddy Cas tells me a lot.'

The girl – Sam wished Dean would use her name – nodded slowly, and the bear started talking.

'We don't know what happened to Mommy. Daddy Cas promised that she'd be okay, and then she got hurt inside and then she died. And we couldn't fix her. We tried!'

'Yeah, I fixed a bird a week before Mommy died. Mommy said it was a good thing for the bird, but I had to make sure no one else saw. She said it was a secret princess power.' She buried her face in the bear.

'And it's a good one. Was anyone else near Mommy? Did you call for help?' Dean pushed.

The girl crumpled into tears, and Dean got up from his seat to cuddle her close. She clung to his neck tightly, and Sam tried to understand what he had just witnessed. This was Dean's daughter, and she knew all about him. And he knew all about her, and Sam knew … nothing. Did she even know who Sam was? Why had Dean kept her so quiet? Had he been visiting her without telling Sam?

'Okay, okay, this is what we're going to do. We're going to tell the officer the truth - that you're my little girl - and you're going to come home with us.'

She shook her head, slipping her thumb into her mouth.

'No. Mommy says people don't like you and Daddy Cas. They say mean things because you left me with Mommy. They'll say no.'

'Maybe I could do something?' Sam cut in. Dean and his daughter turned to look at him with the same intense gaze.

'Sam-'

'Seriously, Dean. I know nothing about her, and now there's the possibility we have to have her in tow, but that's better than leaving her in state custody, right? She's half-angel.'

'Is that Uncle Sam?' Bear asked. Dean looked down at the toy.

'Yes. And Bear, you need to stop talking, stop moving. They'll take you away, tear you apart, try to work out how you work. You don't want that, do you?'

'Nononononono!' The girl and the beat said together. Dean stroked her hair back from her face as the officer walked back in, a juice box in each hand.

'Okay, I have apple and I have grape. Which flavor do you want, sweetheart?'

The girl shot a look at Bear for a moment, and then blinked back up at the officer.

'Apple.' She nodded, and let the officer open it up, as Dean spoke up, still squatting beside his daughter.

'We're going to have to place her into our own custody. Whatever happened with her mother seems to have traumatised her, we'll need time to get to the bottom of it.'

'But our case-'

'Is now an FBI investigation. You can give my colleague, Mr Tyler, the case notes. I'll need her possessions.'

And with that, Dean scooped her up, Bear and all, and strode out of the room. Sam followed the officer to the file room to collect the case notes, and then to the property lock up where Dean was waiting with the little girl. Once they were loaded up with her suitcases, bags and car seat, they staggered out to the Impala, packing everything in wherever they could. Once they were in, Dean started driving further towards the west.

'Where are we going?' Sam asked.

'Cassandra's house. I want to check it out for clues.'

'Is it going to be safe?'

Dean chuckled humorlessly.

'Safe? We're hunters, Sam, we don't do safe.'

'I meant, for-' Sam gestured to the backseat, to the little girl who was clutching Bear and staring out the window. 'You know, I don't know anything about her. Her name, her birthday, anything.'

'That was a big jump.'

'Stop avoiding the issue.'

Dean sighed.

'I didn't tell you anything because Cas and I figured, the fewer people who knew anything about her, the better. Cassandra knew we wanted that. She told people she was surrogate for a gay couple-'

'Which is kind of true,' Sam pointed out.

'Shut up. Anyway, the story is that my job changed and I had to travel a lot and although my partner worked freelance, he was very busy too. Cassandra's idea. Look, I just want to check that there aren't any demon neighbors. Of course we're going to keep Siobhan safe.'

'That's her name?'

Dean shrugged.

'Cas' idea. It means God has been gracious, and he thought, since we had a kid and all, God must have been.'

Dean shrugged again, as Sam turned around to look at his niece again.

'So, she talks like an adult. Sort of. And she can resuscitate small animals. She's enchanted her bear-'

'She just gave him his life.' Dean sounded off-hand. Obviously, Dean had seen Siobhan enough to be desensitized to Bear.

'Is there anything else?'

Dean sucked in a breath.

'You want a laundry list?'

'It would be nice.'

'Fine. She can read minds, and she can talk back to Cas without saying anything. She only sleeps a little, and eats maybe once a day? Less than a normal human. She's toilet trained already. And she's secretly a princess.'

Dean grinned at his last comment, and Sam sighed in exasperation. Dean was clearly a doting Dad, when he could be bothered to see Siobhan, anyway.

'She's two, Sam. There's probably more to come. Give her a break.'

Siobhan smiled at Sam, and then cuddled back into Bear. Sam looked back around, facing the front once again.

'Is she going to be okay with us?' Sam asked.

'Uh-huh. I mean, I think she prefers Cas, but she's been pretty clear that it's Cas and me who are her parents. She called Cassandra "Mommy" to keep up pretenses. Same reason she calls Cas "Daddy Cas". She's a smart cookie. She'll be okay with you as well, she knows all about Uncle Sam.'

'What have you told her?'

'A little of this, a little of that.'

'Uncle Sam is a giant nerd. He loves books. He loves salad. Uncle Sam is borrrrrrrinnnnnnng.'

'Bear!' Siobhan sounded shocked. 'Uncle Sam was nice to us!'

Dean was laughing in the driver's seat, and Sam knew there was no way Siobhan – or the damn Bear – was getting told off. But Dean's laughter faded, and Siobhan squeaked before curling up in her car seat. Sam looked around to see what had made both of them turn serious simultaneously, and saw that they were pulling up to a modest house, white picket fence and all. Sam didn't need to ask where they were, he could tell by the bright pink-and-purple playhouse on the front yard that they were at Cassandra's house. And someone else was already there.