Chapter 1:
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Name Camael pronounced: {Caw-may-el}
"When adversity strikes, that's when you have to be the most calm. Take a step back, stay strong, stay grounded and press on." ~ LL Cool J
[XBaby of IniquityX]
Dean:
When Castiel told Dean that he was carrying their child he was scared shitless not to mention surprised out of his mind but once baby Camael, named after an archangel naturally, was born all Dean felt was pride.
Now three years later, he stood in her room helping her get dress for her first day of preschool. "You're gonna be good for Dad right?"
"And Daddy," she says happily as Dean slips her shirt on.
She calls Dean Dad and Castiel Daddy for really unknown reasons but it doesn't bother the two of them. As far as they're concerned she can call them whatever she damn well pleases, as long it's not something offending which hopefully won't come until those dreaded teenage years.
Raising a nephilim is no easy task. Demons and angels of all sorts want this baby for themselves, not to mention other monsters, and to make everything so much harder, the older the nephilim becomes the more angel mojo arises.
Camael wasn't even one yet when the poor thing almost got kidnapped by a demon, the child screaming at the top of her lungs. She has Castiel's voice, if that's any indication of how loud her cry really was. When Dean first heard it he thought his ear drums were blown out. Of course Castiel was unaffected by the screaming child as he is an angel of the lord.
Castiel was the first to show up at every scream, Dean trying to go as fast as possible while his hands covered his ears to stop the deafening noise from entering his ears and smashing his eardrums. Dean only hoped that wasn't the reason why he's called Dad instead of Daddy.
Castiel would also be the one who would always take care of the pest in the room while Dean be the one to grab the bundle of human and angel smashed into one being and flee the room, handing here off to Bobby because that's where they're residing, and then go back to help Castiel, Sam now fighting along beside them.
An attack on their precious little nephilim hasn't occurred since Camael turned three, and that was over four months ago.
"Now listen Camael, Dad, Daddy, and Uncle Sammy won't be home when you get home from preschool. Grandpa Bobby is going to look after you okay?" They had a hunt they really needed to get on but Dean refused to miss his baby's first day at preschool, even if it was just dropping her off.
She looked up into Dean's eyes, the bluest of blues for eyes. "How long this time?" she asks, sadness laced in her question and it all just breaks Dean's beating heart.
He tousles her dirty blond hair that is the same color as Dean's. "Not long I promise."
"Is Daddy coming to drop me off too?" she asks as she struggles to tie her shoes on her own.
Dean grabs her foot and helps to tie her frustrating laces. "Of course he is. Daddy wouldn't miss this for the world, or even Heaven for that matter."
Castiel was no longer allowed in Heaven but Dean normally said that anyway. He could still fly and read minds but he could longer heal. Of course he had to lose the most important angel mojo.
"You remember not to use any of your angelic mojo right?" Dean asks just as Castiel walks into the room.
"Yep and no flying," she says with a wide, child like grin.
"You can't fly yet." Castiel's gruff, low voice rings out into the room as he comes closer to the two things he loves most in this world.
"I'm gonna learn to though right Daddy?" She reaches her arms out indicating she wants to be picked up.
Castiel bends down and wraps his arms around the little girl, lifting her like she's a feather. "Of course."
"I wish I could see her wings," Dean pouts as he gets up off the floor, joints protesting from all the fighting he's done in his life. "You keep telling me they're beautiful but I want to see them."
"In time Dean. Before you know it she'll be able to manifest them to you," Castiel says, placing Camael down on the pink rug that covers the hard wood flooring. Dean didn't want her room to be pink but Castiel insisted, saying it is the traditional color for little girls and doesn't understand why they wouldn't follow that tradition.
Dean comes over to Castiel, narrowing his eyes. "How come you can't manifest your wings to me?"
Castiel tilts his head and furrows his brow. "I'm not half human. Only nephilims can show their wings to humans."
"Well that sucks." Dean leads Camael out of the room and into the bathroom to have her brush her teeth.
After the two are done with that little task both the angel and hunter walk out to the car, Camael close behind. Castiel buckles her into the car seat then gets into the passenger seat.
They are half way to the preschool when Camael speaks up. "I want you two to be home when I get back."
"We can't," Castiel responds in his usual blunt way and Dean helps to make it a little nicer put.
Luckily the little girl is used to her Daddy answering and saying things like that so she's not too offended. "Sorry sweetheart but this job is important."
Camael having some angel in her they didn't see the point of keeping monsters and bad things from her along with what they do. She seems to understand anyways.
"When will I be able to go with you?" she asks.
Dean glances in the rearview mirror. The little three years old was really smart for her age, Dean blames it on his genes but he knows it's all the angel genes doing. She can already read chapter books and normal kids shouldn't be able to read those things until they're in at least first or second grade.
"When you're older maybe," Dean responds, going back to watching the road. Wouldn't want to crash and kill his family or even smash up his baby, the Impala.
1967 Chevy Impala. The forth thing he loves most in this world, the first obviously being Camael, second is tied with Castiel and Sam, and Bobby third.
"I want to be older now," Camael says in the back, squirming in her seat.
"Well I don't, I want you to stay a kid as long as possible," Dean says as he pulls into the parking lot of the preschool.
"She'll be able to defend herself if she was older," Castiel says as he gets out of the slow moving vehicle.
Dean rolls his eyes as he too gets out. "Let me take her out Cas." Dean rounds the car and helps Camael out of the back.
"Dad I'm scared." She looks up at her two fathers as they walk her to the school, both her hands in each of the men's hands.
"I don't sense any demons so there is no need to be scared," Castiel says in a matter of fact tone.
Dean once again rolls his eyes at Castiel and kneels down so he is eye level with his daughter. "Don't worry sweetheart, you'll be fine. I'll try to get our job done as soon as possible so we'll be home quickly." He kisses her forehead then stands back up.
Next to kneel is Castiel. He stares at her for a while before Camael says, "I love you too Daddy."
"Hey no mind talk," Dean scolds, tapping the back of Castiel's head playfully.
The angel grins and kisses Camael then nudges her to the entrance of the classroom. All three of them enter the room and make their way to the teacher in charge. She is tall, with short blonde hair, probably mid thirties, with deep brown eyes.
"Hello my name is Dean Winchester this is my husband, Castiel, and our daughter Camael Winchester." They always used Winchester as Camael's last name because other than Jimmy's last name of Novak, Castiel has no last name.
"Nice to meet you," the teacher says warmly, shaking Dean's hand then holding it out for Castiel. He studies it for a while before grabbing her hand with two hands and shaking slightly. She looks at him as if he's weird but tries to cover it up with a smile. She kneels down to Camael's height and greets her. "Hello Camael, how are you today?"
"I'm gonna smite you if you make me angry." Dean is shocked by what comes out of their daughter's mouth.
Didn't they just say not to use her angelic mojo? The thought crosses Dean's mind before he laughs and tries to pass what Camael just said as a harmless joke. "Isn't she just a kidder? You see we hunt and when we… well you know… an animal, to make it more kid friendly we say smite or even gank." He chuckles nervously.
"What do you mean animal Dean?" Dean shoots Castiel a warning glance to shut the hell up or else he will smite him.
"They're both just… very funny, aren't they?"Dean forces a smile.
The teacher also forces a smile. "Yeah, well, thanks for dropping your daughter off. We'll take good care of her."
"Oh and another thing," Dean starts, remembering he has to tell her about Bobby. "Her grandfather will be picking her up, not us. His name is Robert Singer, goes by Bobby."
The woman nods and then herds Camael to a table filled with other girls and boys.
Dean looks after her lovingly and Castiel puts a hand on his shoulder, flying the both of them to the Impala. "Cas what the hell?"
"You were taking too long," he says getting into the black vehicle.
Dean gets in behind the wheel. "That may have something to do with our daughter's first day at school."
"Preschool Dean, it's not that big of a leap. In fact for her, it may be a too small of a leap, a baby step." Castiel says looking straight ahead.
Dean starts his baby up and begins to drive. "Screw you Cas."
"That can be arranged." There's a small smile creeping up on Castiel's face and Dean can't hold back a smile either.
[XBaby of IniquityX]
The hunt ended sooner than expected. It was just some low ranked demon terrorizing the poor civilians of some run down town so the three boys, Dean, Sam, and Castiel, managed to get home before Camael was out of school.
Dean decides to surprise her so he and Castiel still have Bobby pick her up. When she gets home she is ecstatic. "Dad! Daddy!"
She runs up to the both of them and Dean must say, he felt warmed by being called first. "Hey sweetheart." Dean grabs her and picks her up, hugging her close.
"Dad, what was it like in hell?" Camael asks out nowhere.
"What?" Dean is surprised.
"How do you know about that?" Castiel asks, also feeling surprised and confused.
Camael smiles as Sam and Bobby gather around her. "One of the kids at school told me Dad was in hell for… four months." She holds out four little fingers.
Castiel gets nervous. He hadn't sensed any danger at the preschool so how could one of the little, chubby kids known about Dean and the pit. "I must go and investigate."
"Daddy did I do something wrong?" Camael asks sweetly.
"No baby, you didn't." Castiel always called Camael baby. Not in some mean way like 'oh you're such a baby' but in a more loving way. Dean thinks he picked it up from Jimmy when he was reunited with his daughter and Jimmy had called Claire 'baby'. Besides, Camael seemed to love it when he called her that.
"Camael, I'll tell you about hell when you're older," Dean says as Castiel disappears.
"You're always saying that. I want to know," she whines in his arms. "Please? I asked nicely."
Dean sighs. "Camael no and that's final."
She makes an angry face, withers until Dean can't hold her any longer and has to put her down, and stomps off to her room yelling back to Dean, "Fine, I hate you."
Dean sighs again. He remembers reading in one of those parenting books that kids around this age go through this faze where they say they hate their parents at the littlest 'no'. He never went through that faze, he knew better, but Sam… hell he was telling Dad that he hated him almost every day. Of course Sam never really grew out of that faze.
Castiel soon reappears in Bobby's kitchen looking just a bit confused. "What is it?" Dean asks, walking up to the angel.
"I couldn't find any evidence of demon activity," he responds.
"Then who could have told her about Dean's trip to Hell?" Sam asks from his place in the chair at the kitchen table.
Dean snaps at him. "It wasn't a trip Sam, it was hell, literally."
Castiel then continues. "I did find something though. I'm almost positive it was-"
And cue Camael. She comes running down the stairs to Castiel. "Daddy!"
Castiel kneels down and throws his arms out as Camael launches herself into him and his arms wrap around her gracefully. He gives her a big hug then let's go of her as he stands up.
"Hey sweetheart, you still hate Dad?" Dean tries.
She turns to him with big, blue eyes and says very quietly, "No and my apologies for saying that Dad."
Dean gives her a huge grin and hugs her almost the same way Castiel did. "That's my girl."
She leans in and kisses his cheek with small, soft lips then they both let go. She walks over to Sam. "Uncle Sammy can you read me a book and this time not a short one like Winnie the Pooh that you read yesterday?"
"What's wrong with Winnie the Pooh?" Sam asks the little girl.
"It's not logical," she states before walking into the vast library that consists of Bobby's books.
"Not logical?" Sam mutters under his breath as he follows the small three year old out of the room.
"Our little girl is growing up too fast Cas," Dean says rubbing his face as he looks after the leaving people.
Castiel does his famous head tilt. "But her birthday isn't for another eight months, three days, ten hours, forty minutes and eleven… twelve… thirteen… fourteen…"
"Okay Cas I get it. It was just an expression anyways." Dean, for the third time today, rolls his eyes at his angel that he never thought he'd love so much.
"If you want Dean I can stop her growth for a period of time but it won't be long because of the angel in her." Castiel says so seriously that it could almost make you laugh… almost.
Dean stares at the angel in disbelief. He shakes his head and decides to help Bobby with making supper.
After they all eat supper Dean carries a very tired Camael up to her room and tucks her in. Castiel reads her a few passages from the Bible, her favorite book, and then the both of them leave to let her sleep.
"So my angel what should we do?" Dean asks, walking backwards into his and Castiel's bedroom, holding the angel by the trench coat.
"I think we should talk about what exactly told our daughter you were in Hell," Castiel says, going to sit on the edge of the king sized bed.
Dean sighs and sits down next to him. "And who or what exactly was it?"
Castiel looks skeptical. "I'm not one hundred percent sure but I think it was an angel."
Dean's jaw drops. "An angel?"
"Yes," Castiel says.
"An angel?" Dean clarifies.
"Yes," Castiel says getting annoyed.
"Then go put some sigils up Cas." He points to the door of their room. "I don't want my daughter to be attacked during the night."
"Right." Castiel leaves, leaving Dean to get ready for bed.
About an hour later Castiel returns and gets into the bed with his clothes, trench coat and all, still on.
"Cas," Dean starts, half asleep. "We've talked about this a million times; take your damn clothes off when going to bed."
"And I have said a million times that I don't require sleep so why take the clothes off?" Castiel responds.
Dean groans in annoyance and turns over in his sleep. He's almost fully asleep again when a loud, high pitched screeching comes from Camael's room.
Dean's hands immediately go to his ears, covering them to block the noise out, and Castiel is immediately running to Camael's room. Dean gets up as fast as possible but it's hard to do when your ears are ringing and bleeding.
He makes his way to Camael's bedroom and once there Castiel is fighting a demon. "Dean it's a higher level demon, I don't have enough strength to exorcise it." Castiel says as he battles the demonic creature.
Dean briskly walks up to Camael and picks her up. She immediately stops her screaming and buries her head in Dean's shoulder. "Shh, it's okay sweetheart, Dad's here."
He passes Sam as he quickly leaves the room, knowing Sam will help Castiel while he finds Bobby. He finds him coming up the stairs and passes Camael into his arms. "Dad." Camael reaches out for her dad but can't reach far enough.
"Wait in the Impala Bobby, if we aren't out in fifteen minutes, leave, go, and keep Camael safe," Dean says as he turns to join the fight. Bobby begins to leave too, holding the sobbing girl in his arms.
When Dean enters the room with the fighting, the first thing he notices is that there are more demons than there are humans and angels. Shit. Dean thinks as he joins the fight.
Sam has the demon killing knife while Dean only has his bare hands, so he goes in swinging, being able to get a few punches and hits in but more demons show up and Castiel is pinned to the wall, Sam is pinned on the ground, and Dean… well Dean is surrounded and all it takes is one hard swing of a possessed fist to knock him out, sending him spiraling into darkness.
A/N: "Camael: Meaning: "One who sees God". Camael (Kemuel) (Kamael) - Chief of the order of powers; one of the holy sefiroth; personification of divine justice; among the 7 that stand in the presence of God. An angel who presides over beauty, joy, happiness, and contentment, Camael grants these gifts to those who pray to him. Any activity on our part that emulates this angel, such as bringing gladness to others, draws Camaelic energies into our lives and enfolds us in wings of happiness. Essene prayer: 'Camael, Angel of Joy, descend upon the earth and give beauty to all things.'"