It was a hot afternoon in the middle of nowhere. The impala was the only vehicle roaring on the road. David Arguetta was booming the radio station. Sam, the bigger Winchester, was taking the wheel of the gorgeous black beauty. Normally, he would feel good just to be the driver but today, something was crawling in the back of his mind, and he knew exactly what it was.
"Would you turn that crap down, please?" Dean ordered from the back seat.
Sam unhappily obliged. The car was quiet again. Is this the right thing? Sam looked in the rear mirror to see his brother with a young girl sleeping in his arms.
Dean met his brother's eyes, and looked down just to see the girl clearly, not knowing if she was a blessing or a curse.
"She's even got my lips." Dean murmured, almost to himself.
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They decided to spend a night in the first motel they found after sunset. Emma had been in Dean's arms all the way here. She didn't say a word, but didn't look unhappy either.
Dean, on the other hand, was worn out. Even his smile to his daughter seemed sad.
Sam had a chance to kill Emma when she came for Dean, but he couldn't do it. Not when his brother, the experienced hunter, was close to break anytime.
"You didn't order an extra bed." Dean noticed, one arm wrapped around his 3 days old teenage daughter. She did have his lips.
"Ah… yeah, I don't need it. I'll stay up all night doing some research." Reluctantly, Sam answered.
"What research?"
"You know, the one…" Do I really need to say it out loud? Sam raised his eyebrows.
"You need to watch me." Emma voiced her first sentence since they got into the car. "You don't trust me."
Dean looked away, released his hand on the girl's shoulder and dropped himself on the edge of the bed. Sam glanced from his brother and to his supposed-niece, then sighed. He had got to be honest.
"Is there a reason I should trust you?" He saw the true face of this girl once. He will not take any chance.
"Fine." Emma accepted. "But I get the inner bed." She proceeded to throw travel bag on the bed then walk right up to the bathroom.
Dean stared at his brother. He knew Sam meant well, but he just wished…. Oh boy, how hard he wished.
/
Sam didn't sleep that night digging up "The Amazonian" in the internet. The girl slept soundly while Dean shifted all night. Dawn was breaking, and Sam could no longer tolerate the computer light. So, with one last glance at the sleeping pair, Sam went outside the room and stopped in the middle of the vacant parking lot. He looked up to the sky, and prayed.
"Castiel. I pray to Castiel if he'll ever hear this, please come down to help us. We really need your advice."
Sam did a 360 degree turn, no sign of the angel.
"I guess you are busy. But… I don't know what to do anymore. It's Dean… He's just…"
"Hello, Sam" The angel appeared on his left. Unlike with Dean, he had never invaded Sam's personal space and Sam appreciated that.
"Hey, Cas." Sam greeted the angel, relieved.
"What happened?"
"It's just… Dean. I mean, Dean has a daughter."
"Then it is a pleasant news." Castiel tilted his head, unable to catch Sam's intention.
"No, it's not." Sam confirmed his own thought. "She's an Amazonian. She's a monster, Cas" Sam finally got the word out.
Castiel looked right into Sam's eyes. He knew what Sam meant now.
"Where is Dean?"
"I'm right here."
Dean was leaning against the impala, crossing his arms. The dark circles under his eyes indicated a lack of sleep.
"Hey, Cas."
"Hello Dean"
"Sam" Dean nodded to Sam.
"Dean, I could explain"
To Sam's surprise, Dean shrugged. "No, that isn't necessary. I know how you feel."
"Then you must know why the girl must be destroyed" Castiel said, like that was just another matter of fact.
"What?"Castiel was ruthless, but Dean never imagined the angel would say something like that to Dean's kin.
"Dean. The Amazonian is one of a kind monster. They breed fast. They're brutal and they're warriors. "
Castiel's words somehow stabbed Dean's chest. Dean unfolded his arms and slid them in his pocket. He refused to meet Castiel's gaze or Sam's. "I know." He sighed.
"Then why?"
"Because she's my daughter, okay!" Dean yelled.
"No, she's not. Dean. She's a monster. She was born to kill and kill she will. The first victim of the Amazonian is always their father."
To this point, Dean just shut his eyes and shook his head.
"Do you want to die, Dean?" Castiel walked up to Dean like the hunter was the only thing he could see.
"Cas. Could you… please… give her a chance…" One round tear dropped along the way to Dean's jaw.
Castiel's eyes followed that tear, and went right back to Dean's gaze. Dean was not strong as he used to be, and not half as cold-blooded as he think of himself as well.
Emma might be the very thing Dean was looking for all along. Castiel would never take away someone that means so much to Dean.
"I will give her a chance."
Dean sighed with relief.
"But I will not take the risk, if your life is on the line" Castiel announced. Dean nodded, he accepted.
Sam, after kept quiet during the conversation between his brother and the angel, was beginning to regret not taking the girl's life when he's got the chance.
/
Castiel didn't wait for Sam and Dean to teleport himself into the motel room.
He came to face with the girl who had just woken up and was heading for a morning shower. So, this is Dean's daughter. Emma yelped, took a step back. Her face, from once human, turned wrinkled and red, her hands transformed into claws.
She did not even ask when she struck a blow at the angel. Fast and lethal, she aimed for his head.
Castiel stopped her force effortlessly. He held her steady, squeezing her wrist tightly, not to harm, but to show who the stronger one was between the two of them, and that she could not escape, no matter how hard she would try.
Emma screamed in agony as the door bursted open.
"Cas, no" Dean shouted.
Castiel looked at Dean, then at the girl in his hand. He released the grip.
Emma ran back to Dean, tears stirring in her eyes, one hand clutching on her own left wrist which shown to be a deep burn wound.
"Cas, please" Dean put his hand up front.
Castiel acknowlegded Dean's feeling, it was not fear nor anger, it was desperation.
"I have given you my word, Dean. I did not come here to harm the girl."
But I can. Castiel looked at Emma who was hiding behind Dean. There was fear written on her face, but Castiel didn't believe a single inch of it.