The brothers and Cas stood watching the night sky. The image of heavens angels falling from the sky would be burned in their memory forever. There was no time to pause, as they became aware of a blinding light behind them.
"What the…." Dean began, shielding his eyes from the light. From the little he could see, he could swear that he could see something, or someone coming through the portal. He grabbed his gun, and Sam, seeing his brothers face, grabbed the demon knife.
A second later, and Dean was proved right.
A girl with sandy blonde hair to her waist was crouched on the floor, gun in each hand. She looked at the brothers, her eyes filled with confusion. She turned to look at Cas, her face falling.
"Oh crap" She began, her crisp British accent audible.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked, still pointing the gun. She dropped hers to the ground instinctively, and stood up. Dean noticed that she was looking at him, almost as if she knew him.
"I…I…. I cant tell you." She stuttered.
"You can't tell me? That does not fill me with confidence, gotta say" He replied.
"Dean, please…. please just put the gun away" She continued, turning her face away as if the sight were terrifying to her. Given she'd come in yielding two of them herself he gathered that wasn't really the problem. Something was…. off here. He walked toward her, taking a closer look.
"I, I wouldn't if I were you. You might not like what you see" She continued, still attempting to look anywhere but directly at him.
"Why wont you look at me? And how did you know my name?" He asked.
"I, I told you….I cant tell you"
He placed his hand under her chin, forcing her to look at him.
As he looked at her, he was overcome with a feeling similar to Deja'vu, not that he believed in that crap. No that wasn't it. As he kept looking, he was filled with a sense of…. familiarity. The eyes, the hair… the freckles.
In that split second, it clicked.
His eyes.
His hair.
His freckles.
"No way" He began, now stepping back.
"Dean, what is it?" Sam asked.
"Hi Dad" She began, realising that lying was now pointless. "I'm Celeste, your first and only daughter"
"Wait, what?" Sam began.
"Uncle Sammy. Cas" She continued, an awkwardness present in her voice when saying the fallen angels name.
"Prove it" Dean spoke.
"What?"
"If you are…" he began, "who you…. Claim to be, prove it" He continued, calmly. He was surprised by his own calmness, given that he was potentially looking at his future kid.
"You asked Cas here to wipe Lisa and Bens minds of your existence because you thought it was best that they'd never met you, and it absolutely kills you, everyday to think that they have no clue about you ever being a part of their lives"
"Guess that confirms it" Sam spoke.
"Why would I ever tell you that?"
"You didn't. Cas did"
"So, you know Cas as well?" Sam began.
"You could say that" She answered, shuffling her feet. Her awkwardness did not go unnoticed.
"Why do you become uncomfortable at the mention of my name?" Cas asked, head cocked slightly to one side.
"Erm, no reason…" She replied, realising she was in fact, the worlds worst liar.
"Does Cas do something in the future, to you… to us?" Sam asked, worry filling his face at the idea that now human Cas might not stick to the straight and narrow.
"No!" She practically shouted. "You've got it all wrong…."
"Then put us right" Dean spoke.
She took a few steps closer to Cas, and lifted up her left hand. On her forefinger was a sizeable Diamond wedding band.
"We're married. Or, at least we were, this has officially screwed up the timeline"
She looked at Cas. She wanted him to comfort her, to kiss her and tell her it would all be fine. She wanted her Cas, from her future. This Cas was somehow a stranger to her.
"Oh my God" Sam began. "You're daughter, my niece, marries Cas?"
"How is that even possible? And how old are you anyway?" Dean asked, his mind drowning in figuring it all out.
"Im twenty eight. We've been married for three years"
"What the hell happens to me in the future that makes me agree to you two getting married?" He continued.
"Mum"
"And another thing, why are you British?" Sam asked.
"Two guesses"
"Ok, so…."
"Enough with the questions. I would like to salvage what is left of my timeline. The more I tell you, the more screwed up it gets"
"How did we meet?" Cas asked.
"So not the time Cas"
"I think it's the perfect time Dean. She is my future wife after all"
"Given that that timeline no longer exists, I guess this is where we meet?" She replied, blushing a little.
"How did I propose?" He continued, fascinated by this turn of events.
"Cas!" Dean spoke, letting him know this was not a conversation he wanted to hear.
"Why are you here?"
"You sent me here."
"Why?"
"So they wouldn't find me"
"So who wouldn't find you?"
"The demon hunters. They want me dead. I wasn't supposed to end up here though, we weren't supposed to meet."
"Demon hunters? As in demons who hunt humans- actually, hunt?"
"Specifically, me. Seems God has a thing about our family. First it was Uncle Sammy and the demon blood, then it was the whole Lucifer/Michael thing, …. Now it's my turn."
"Its not demon blood is it? Tell me it's not demon blood"
"No, it's not demon blood."
"Then what?"
She pushed up the sleeves on her long black V neck sweater. Her arms were covered in the most intricate tattoo style markings he'd ever seen, similar to the sort of markings found on a Jin, only incredibly beautiful and on closer inspection, laced with strange symbols. She pushed up her footless tights also, revealing the same markings running down the sides of both legs. Cas traced over them lightly with his fingers.
"So I'm guessing those aren't tattoos?" Dean spoke