Hey, ya'll. It's Alethea. I had about twenty chapters planned out for Epilogue: Destiel, but after I posted my tenth chapter of it, I got a review telling me that they really liked the ending. And that made me think that maybe it was a good place to end it. So, here's the next installment. Instead of being about just love and family and Destiel fluffiness, this is something I was inspired to write while rewatching Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, I really can't say nearly enough thank yous to the people who read my original story, and if you've come back for more Dean, Cas, Joanna, Johnny, Sam, Gabriel, and Mary, even more thank yous!
Oh, also, I don't know if I said this anywhere on Epilogue: Destiel, but I finally finished the season (after trying to make it last as long as humanly possible. Also, it inspired me to write a prologue to both of my Destiel stories about how Destiel got together. That one'll be up soon!), and while I am going with the whole Cas dies thing and then (SPOILERS) comes back (cause thank you, Jared), but I'm keeping Mary and Crowley alive cause I kinda like them. I'm also killing off Jack cause I don't like him. Also, this is fanfiction, and I can cut out whatever characters I want to. Does that cover all of it? I think that covers all of it.
Ok, so without further ado, I present the next installment of the Epilogue: Destiel series!
Johnny is two, Joanna is six, and Cas and I are still living in the Bunker. Everything is good, and it seems like we've got our happily ever after at last, the one we all deserve so much, but nope.
It all started one day when Cas and Gabriel got home from a hunt. I was watching a sickeningly songful movie with the kids, bored out of my skull but enjoying their enjoyment of it. Cas came in, not bloodstained for once, but wearing a worried expression that I don't like the look of.
"Dean, I need to talk to you," he tells me quietly from the doorway, so I scoop Johnny up off my lap, and plop him down on the soft couch (which Mom made us buy when she moved in ten years ago), leaving him still-perplexed with the images on the screen.
"What is it, Baby?" I ask, kissing him as we shuffle behind the wall so that the kids can't see us. "You look worried."
"I am worried, Dean," he agrees solemnly. "On the hunt I was on, I ran into one of my brothers, Hesediel."
"And?" I inquire.
"And he asked me how I've been since the wedding."
I nod. "What'd you tell him?" I ask, still not understanding what's bad about any of that.
"I told him that I was fine, that you were alright. And I accidentally told him about our children." He waits anxiously for me to have an adverse reaction to this news.
I stare at him quizzically. "Why can't you tell your family about our kids? Aren't you proud of our little family?"
He nods. "Of course, Dean. But I didn't consider the consequences. Hesediel inquired as to how we adopted, and I told him we didn't. And now he's raising a task force to kill our children."
"What?" I ask, making sure to keep my voice low so Joanna, who's developed a knack for eavesdropping on grownup conversations, can't hear us. "How do you know?"
"Because that's what my brothers do." He sighs. "Do you remember Lily Sunder?"
It takes me a second to remember the hunt from so many years ago, over a decade. Before Johnny was born, before Joanna, before Cas and I got even together. A woman who knew too much about angels, and who's supposedly Nephilim child was murdered because of it.
The angels took a task force, Cas included, and marched to her house to kill her daughter. That's not going to happen to me. I'm not going to lose my child just because her father had wings.
"What do we do?" I ask.
I hear little footsteps coming up behind me and when I turn, there's Joanna. She looks so young in her blue dress and pink-ribboned pigtails. How could anyone, person, demon, angel, or anything else, want to hurt my sweet little girl? "Daddy?"
"Hi, Anna," Cas greets her as Joanna flings herself at him. "Did you miss me?"
"Soooo much, Daddy," she assures him, hugging him and leaning her head on his shoulder.
"We'll continue this later," I whisper to Cas. I walk back into the dark living room where Johnny is still staring, glassy eyed, at the TV. "I think it's time for bed, Champ."
"No, no, no, no, no!" he screams, pounding my back with his fists as I throw him over my shoulder. "I'm not ready for bed, Daddy!"
"Two stories?" Cas suggests, furthering our tradition of bribing our kids whenever necessary. Joanna has started using the bribery to get things out of us, like ice cream and another movie, but Johnny isn't that smart yet, so he relents and calms down with the promise. "Let's go brush teeth."
"Daddy read me a book about angels," Joanna says, slipping her small hand into Cas' as they walk in front of Johnny and I. By the time we get to J2 (as we've taken to calling our children)'s shared bedroom, Johnny is asleep on my shoulder, and Joanna is still talking. "And we found all my aunts and uncles, and then Daddy showed me that you were in the book! There was a picture, but it didn't look like you, and they called you Cassiel, so then Daddy and I went on the computer, and we looked it up, and that's what people called you, like, a million years ago-"
"Joanna Calypso, what have we said about saying 'like'?" I admonish, switching Johnny (who I think becomes five pounds heavier after he falls asleep) to my other shoulder.
"Not to because Grandma says it doesn't sound nice," she replies automatically. Then she goes barreling on about the book on angels her Uncle Sammy left on her dresser. "I want to show you the page with Uncle Blah-Blah-Blah*."
*Of course, she doesn't actually say Uncle Blah-Blah-Blah, but unfortunately, most angel names sound the same to me. Why do they all end in iel? That's only acceptable in Castiel, which is the most perfect name ever (not to sound chick-flick-y).
I let Johnny fall off of my shoulder into his bed, tugging his werewolf (haha) sheets up around his chin. He continues sleeping peacefully.
Then Cas and I tuck Joanna into her bed, telling her, "We can read the book tomorrow, Anna. Go to sleep."
"Ok, Daddies," she says, turning on her side as she resigns to sleep. "Goodnight."
"Night," I tell her before I close the door. Then my smile melts away as I ask Cas, "Are they coming for us?"
Cas is silent for a few seconds before saying, "Yes."
I hate this feeling. This feeling of being hunted. I thought that I was finally safe with my children and my husband living in the bunker, out of harm's way. But no, and now it won't just be my brother or my mom, or the love of my life caught in the crossfires of yet another possible apocalypse. It'll be my children.
"What do we need to do to stay safe?" I ask, already prepared to do whatever it is.
"I don't know if there's any way to," he replies sadly and my heart sinks.
-What did ya think? Also, I want a better name than Epilogue 2, cause that just doesn't have the ring I want, so review with your submissions of a new name for the story!
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