Oh Heavenly Father, Oh Heavenly… Daughter?

[A/N: I do not own Supernatural sadly...*pouty face* Nor to I own Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki or Misha Collins. They belong to their respective wives and children, lol. Supernatural belongs to Erik Kripke. Hope you all enjoy this story. Its been eating a hole in the back of my mind for MONTHS! It's not even funny! I really, really hope you all enjoy!]

Chapter 1

Past Dean's POV

Dean carefully pushed the beads aside, exposing the thickly insense scented room in front of him. Peering in carefully, Dean wasn't sure how to process what he saw. In the room, a circle of young woman surrounded Castiel, with his legs crossed into the lotus position.

Quietly, Dean walked towards the other side of the room, looking down at the small gathered group.

"... A fragment, of total perception" Dean stared wide eyed at the angel in shock. What the hell... In Cass' lap sat a very young, very cute teenage girl. She had long, dark brown hair, looked maybe fifteen, maybe sixteen if you squinted.

Though her angelic features were very noticeable, her most captivating feature was her amazingly vivid, -and eerily familiar- deep blue eyes.

She was staring quietly around at the group, a tranquil smile on her face. Still gaping at the stunnily beautiful young girl, Dean barely heard Cass speak. With his chin resting easily on the girls shoulder he continued.

"Just a..." he made a motion towards his mouth, "... one compartment in that dragonfly eye of group mind." Dean raised a curious eyebrow.

What the hell kind of crap was Cass spewing? Eyes drifting back to the girl, he was startled to see that she was now staring directly at him with a mixture of emotions on her face. Confusion, suspicion, but a never leaving calm in her capturing eyes as well.

Their gazes locked, neither of them heard Castiel continue on with his Love Guru bit.

"Now, the key to this total, shared perception is, uhmm, it's surprisingly physical." Now that caught Dean's attention. It seemed to catch the young woman's as well because he saw her roll here eyes and shake her head silently.

She also must have felt it was time to alert Cass because she tilted her head back slightly before cupping her hands around her mouth and whispering into his ear.

Dean saw Cass's eyes flicker up to him, then back to the group of woman around him as the girl returned to her original position. "Uh... excuse me ladies, I think we need to confer with our fearless leader for a minuet. Why don't you all go get washed up for the orgy." Cass told them smoothly.

Dean felt himself choke on his own spit, a sheer look of gobsmack crossing his face.

Damn this day was just getting weirder and fricken weirder. Eyes returning to the young girl he was shocked to see a small, lopsided grin on her face, obviously from his reaction. All the woman stood up slowly starting to giggle softly as they did.

Smiling up at them, Cass murmured out, "Your all so beautiful." with a goofy smirk on his face. Groaning as he stretched his back out, the young girl jumped up effortlessly from his lap allowing him to stand up, back turned completely towards him.

Slowly approaching him, Dean held out his arms in exasperation, "What are you, a hippy?"

Cass cracked his neck loudly to the side. "I thought you had gotten over trying to label me." Dean kept staring, watching as the nameless girl softly tapped Castiel's shoulder to turn him around.

"Cass, we have to talk." Dean sighed out, still freaked out by the whole situation.

Turning around, Castiel stood with a full front to Dean, a look of confusion and shock crossing his face. "Whoa, strange." Dean stared in confusion.

"What?" Dean demanded, clearly agitated.

Staring at him with wide eyes, Cass spoke slowly." You... are not you, not now you anyways" His face was now careful, hesitant.

"No! Yea- uh, Yes! Exactly." Dean sighed in relief.

For the first time since he got hear, the young girl spoke up with a soft but firm alto voice. "What year are you from?"

Dean was shocked at the sudden audio from her. "2009."

Both of them let out small, intrigued sighs, looking downwards for a moment in perfect sync thoughtfully before looking back up.

Castiel tilted his head to the side, staring at dean curiously. "Who did this to you? Was it Zachariah?"

Flares of anger shooting through him at the thought of the shiny headed junk-less douche, Dean nodded. "Yes."

Gaze drifting away from him Cass rubbed his stubbled chin with his finger slowly.

"Interesting..." He murmured.

Annoyance creeped into Dean's voice. "Oh yea, it's freaking fascinating! Now," He clapped his hands together. "Why don't you just strap on you angel wings and fly me back to my page on the calendar." A wide, slightly hysterical grin spread across Castiel's face as he turned away with a small laugh.

Still laughing with his back turned towards Dean, he answered. "I wish I could just, uh, 'strap on my wings' but ahh, I'm sorry no dice."

He broke into a small fit of giggles.

"What are you stoned?" Dean snapped.

The young teen piped up from the side of him with a note of disaprovence in her voice. "Generally, yea."

Dean's eyes locked on Castiel's as he spoke carefully. "What happened to you?"

Castiel just shrugged. "Life."

Eyes sliding back to the girls, he finally couldn't resist asking. "And who the hell is she exactly?"

A large grin spread across Castiel's face as he swung his right arm around the girl, wrapping it around her waist and pulling her against his side.

"Dean... Meet Charoum, my daughter." His grin became wider, if even possible.

"Now say hello to yourfuture god-daughter." Speechless. That was the only word to describe Dean Winchester at this moment. Utterly, completely, and totally speechless. The small smile played along the girl's lips before she broke through the wall of shocked silence.

"You can call me Char for short."

Hey everyone, I just had to take down this story for a bit. I realized that there were loads of spelling and grammar errors.

Hope you enjoy the newly corrected first chapter of this story. Pretty please with cherries on top R&R so I know what you all think!

Why bother you ask? Because every time someone leaves a review an angel gets his trenchcoat.