Main pairing and characters: Castiel/Hannah with Jack Kline as an adopted son, Dean/Jo, Jo/Charlie, Gabriel/Sam/Eileen, Claire/Kaia
Summary: Possible spoiler warning for season 14: Hannah, Jo Harvelle, and Eileen Leahy are back from the dead and they have joined team free will. After moving the team to a newly discovered MoL bunker, it seems like Castiel and the Winchesters are finally happy. But this bunker, the Maine forest, and the small town nearby are not what it seems and there seems to be something at work here. Castiel is struggling with his newfound family- Hannah, Jack, and a de-aged teenage Claire Novak, so he is a little stressed to find out Hannah is pregnant- along with Jo, Eileen and pretty much half the town. As women get knocked up one by one and those that give birth seem to vanish shortly after, the Winchesters begin to suspect something supernatural at work. At the same time, they are being plagued by Eileen's strange behavior, Jo's dark secret, and Hannah's strange dreams and visions. Not to mention the constant menacing presence of Michael, Lucifer, and Raphael. It's all a tangle of mystery, deceit, suspense, angsty, and horror in this little town and Team Free Will may never be the same.
When Castiel finally pulled his "pimp car" as Dean so fondly called the gold colored '78 Lincoln, off to the side of the ominous building nestled deep in the Maine forest, it was nearly midnight.
"Looks like shit," Claire commented from behind the driver's seat as she pulled her headphones off and opened the door. "Perfect place for us all to live, I guess."
"This is an auxiliary building to the bunker which is within a mile radius," Castiel explained, glancing at Hannah in the passenger seat as he frowned at Claire's comment. "We will be residing here for a month."
Hannah nodded her understanding before turning to glance behind her at the Nephilim. "What do you think, Jack?" she asked.
Jack didn't respond at first. Instead, he got out of the car, gazed around at the beautiful autumn foliage, inhaled the crisp night Maine air, heavy with the scent of birch, pine, and maple. "It's wonderful!" he exclaimed, beaming in delight. "Can we explore the forest?"
"Perhaps tomorrow, Jack, it's late now" Castiel replied as he glanced at Claire who leaned against the car, her arms folded across her chest. The angel sighed as he looked at his daughter. Or rather, Jimmy Novak's daughter. The Sixteen-year-old was unhappy, had been since the moment he had been awarded custody of her from the foster care house she had been living in. Castiel knew she would rather be with him than at the foster care place, but only just. She'd rather be on her own, but she was far too young, and so she took the route she hated the least- but still hated- Castiel.
"If you'd like," Castiel offered, looking at the girl. "You can choose your room."
"Damn straight," Claire scoffed as she took her first good look at the place. It was what appeared to be a large cottage home nestled in the trees. It was built in the late 17th century, and it certainly showed it's age. The red color on the wood was faded, the roof was heavy with vegetation.
Castiel glanced at Hannah as they approached wearily. "The men of letters kept this house up until their demise in the 1950s," he told her. "It has not been inhabited since then. From what I understand, it housed the protected families of the men of letters, as well as many artifacts that they chose to keep separate from those in the bunker."
"So we are living in some crappy old safe house?" Claire said with a groan. "Sounds great."
"It will need some repair," Hannah replied, looking at the teenager. "But I think we can reside here well enough."
"Yeah, whatever, Angel Lady," Claire scoffed. Castiel sighed. The teen had been less than enthusiastic about his relationship with Hannah. Especially since it had happened so suddenly. Hannah had been dead, but she returned from the empty so suddenly, and he hadn't realized how much he missed her and the two had been inseparable for a few months now. Jack, of course, being accepting, had loved Hannah from the start and accepted her, the two got along very well, but Claire, of course, made it clear she despised her.
Inside the house, the air was stale. The furniture was covered in dust and cobwebs. It was a large house with many rooms and a second and third floor. The red tapestry carpets were old and faded; the wood furniture was warped and bent, chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Dull paintings hung decorated the walls, and broken statues dotted the halls. It was a very fancy house in its time but had given way to the passage of time.
"Can we fix all of this up?" Jack asked eagerly as they came into the library room. A large study which housed walls and walls of books, and shelves full of artifacts, with some tables and chairs in the center of the room. This seemed to be the focal point of the Men of Letters, as this seemed to be the part of the house that was more up to date than the rest. Fifties style furniture, radio equipment, and instruments adorned many shelves and card tables.
"Yes, like this," Castiel put a hand to the wall and let his angelic energy move through the house. Within moments, the entire place was transformed from an old decrepit colonial house to a beautiful heritage home.
"Can we decorate it for Halloween?" Jack responded quickly, beaming as he and Claire gazed around at the suddenly restored home. Even Claire looked slightly impressed. Jack looked at Castiel hopefully, waiting for him to respond to his question, but the angel felt confused. He glanced at Hannah who cocked her head to the side quizzically.
"What's Halloween?" Hannah asked. Claire smirked as she disappeared up the stairs, mumbling under her breath about clueless angels.
"It's something Dean told me about," Jack explained. "Where we adorn the place in pumpkins and foliage and then dress up and knock on people's doors to get candy. I'd like to celebrate, can we please do this, Castiel?"
Castiel couldn't resist Jack's smiling face as the boy begged him for this human tradition. He couldn't help but smile as well. "Well we will need to find the funds for all of this," he said. "Hannah and I will need jobs, and we will see what Sam and Dean say when they get here. But I don't see a problem with it, Jack."
Jack grinned happily at the thought. "Go find your room," Hannah encouraged. The Nephilim hurried up the stairs after Claire.
Once they were alone, Castiel, turned to Hannah. "I'm sorry about Claire," he said with a sigh as the two of them finished walking through the first floor and came to a beautiful bedroom near the rear of the house.
This room seemed very picturesque and was steeped in the atmosphere of the 17th century. The large bed bore a pretty white lace comforter, large deep cherry wood frame and headboard, the hardwood floors were covered in tapestry woven rugs. A massive cherry wood armoire and vanity set stood off to the other side of the room, and the white lace curtains barely hid the thick foliage of trees that were visible just beyond the double pane windows. A small thin framed door led outside and off to one side of the room was a large marble bathroom with a bathtub. It seemed that the men of letters had at least updated the house with proper plumbing and water since there were a sink and a toilet that wouldn't have been present in the 17th century.
To his earlier comment, Hannah sighed, she walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of the fluffy white comforter. She looked at Castiel. "She doesn't seem to care for me much," she said.
"Just give her time," Castiel said, sitting down next to her. Hannah sighed and tensed up the moment Castiel sat next to her. She immediately got up and started pacing. Castiel frowned, watching her.
"Hannah," he didn't understand why she was so stressed all of a sudden. Her eyes darted at him then away as she inhaled.
"I have to tell you something," she said, her voice nervous. "And I don't quite know how."
Castiel got up and moved to stand in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders, causing her to stop her frantic pacing. She gazed up at him, her blue eyes wide with anxiety. "I… I think I'm pregnant."
Castiel blinked, not quite sure he'd heard her correctly. That was the last thing he ever expected her to say. "You're what?" he stammered. She sighed, turning away from him, staring at the window.
"I don't know how," she said, her voice shaky as she turned her back to him. "I'm an angel and Caroline is dead… I… I don't know how…" she sounded scared.
Castiel sighed and came over to her, slipping his arms around her waist, holding her close to him. "Well I can probably surmise how exactly it occurred," he said in a light-hearted tone. "I believe it happened when you and I-"
Hannah pivoted around in his arms, cutting him off and giving him a small smile. "I know about that part," she assured him, blushing slightly. "But I'm an angel… I didn't think it was possible."
"I didn't either," he admitted. "I've never heard of it happening to another angel. Do you know for sure?"
Hannah shook her head. "Jo wants to take me to a doctor when she and the others get into town," she said. "But she seems to think it's possible. I… I'm scared, Castiel. What will heaven think?"
Castiel smirked. Not at her fear. "Heaven hasn't approved of anything I've done these last ten years, I don't see why they'd start now," he pointed out. He held her tightly and kissed her forehead. "It's going to be okay, Hannah."
Castiel had mixed emotions about the possible pregnancy. He had found taking in Claire and Jack to be challenging, but he was enjoying it despite the hardships. But a baby, that would be something entirely new. He was worried for Hannah, he had never heard of an angel becoming pregnant, and he didn't know what the risks would be. Of course, it made him feel guilty, he should have been more careful, but he had no idea this was even possible.
But he didn't want Hannah to worry or be scared, and he didn't want her to think he didn't want this. He certainly did want this, but he was terrified of the possibilities. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face and smiled. "This is wonderful news."
"You're happy then?" she looked at him, her eyes meeting his, as they glistened with emotion.
Castiel only responded by cupping her face with both hands and kissing her. She practically melted into his arms, her arms snaking around his shoulders as she returned the kiss. Castiel closed his eyes and deepened the kiss, his lips parting against hers. She inhaled as he traced his fingers down the side of her neck.
Hannah pulled back only to look into his eyes, smiling as she knew where this was leading. She tugged at his shirt as he hoisted her up onto the bed. Castiel pulled off his shirt and smiled as she pressed her hands up and down his bare chest, then kissing his skin. Her soft touch was quickly having its effect, and he realized how much they both needed this. It had been a long road trip from Kansas with a troubled teen who seemed to hate them both, and a way too curious for his own good Nephilim.
Hannah sighed in pleasure as her shirt and bra came off, and Castiel knelt over her on the bed, kissing every inch of her skin. She sunk her head into the pillow, arching her back as his hand roamed up and down her body. He kissed her neck, letting his lips trace along the side of her neck, down her shoulders, and back up again, his mouth meeting hers for a deep open mouth kiss.
More clothes came off, and soon there was nothing between them but skin. As they both burrowing under the covers, Castiel continued with his kisses and caresses, his hands kneading her skin as she groaned needily. "Cas… tiel…" she breathed his name against his lips.
Castiel sat up as he alighted himself over her, admiring the angel woman's body underneath him. He smiled as she gazed up at him, the sultry look in her eyes beckoning him. And he was happy to oblige as he moved into her, eliciting a sharp inhale and a gentle quiver of her body as he pressed his body against hers.
Their eyes met as he slinked a hand under her body and felt her hands grip his shoulder blades from behind as he moved in and out, slowly. Her gasps and sighs matched the rhythm of his movements. He felt himself building up, and as she gasped out, he let himself release as well.
He gasped as he rolled off of her and lay down beside her, quickly pulling her into his arms as she lay her head on his shoulder. He rustled his fingers through her dark trusses as they both lay in comfortable silence.
Castiel felt satisfied in this moment. He didn't want to think of all the obstacles that lay before them in the future. He didn't want to think about the fact that Michael was out there somewhere, the archangel's menacing presence seemed to be somehow felt no matter where on Earth or in Heaven they were. He didn't want to think about how Claire hated him, and how she didn't approve of Hannah, the angel he had so quickly fallen deeply in love with. He didn't want to think about how Jack's life was always in danger, just for being a Nephilim. He didn't want to wonder about Sam and Dean and their troubles, nor did he want to worry about this possible pregnancy and what it could mean for everyone's plans. He just wanted to lay here with Hannah in his arms, and worry about nothing at all.