Angel with a shotgun
I do not own Supernatural in any way.
Full summary- Celeste is now an archangel, but she's still trying to figure who she is and who she should become. She realizes as an archangel she can never have the family she always wanted with Cass. On top of all that, she's now got to deal with Castiel who is fighting in Heaven and often leaves her out of the loop. She is shocked when she finds out Castiel has been working with Crowley and is forced to lie to the Winchesters and her family and deal with Cass' growing delusions and Castiel himself is struggling to keep control of his desire to have Celeste, mind and body, at all times.
A/N-Sorry for the long delay. I've been busy. Welcome to the third installment of the Castiel/Celeste series. Angel with a shotgun is a fitting title. To understand this, you must go listen to Angel with a shotgun by The Cab, I will also post some of the lyrics before each chapter. Also, this series will be ending at season 7, because I cannot put Cass through all that torture in season 8.
Get out your guns, battles begun,
are you a saint, or a sinner?
If loves a fight, than I shall die,
with my heart on a trigger.
Angel with a shotgun by The Cab
*A year later*
"Concentrate Celeste", Gabriel said.
"I don't want to do this anymore", Celeste whined.
"How are you going to be a proper archangel if you don't master this?" Gabriel asked her.
Celeste rolled her eyes at him.
"Don't roll your eyes at me young lady", Gabriel said.
"You do not get to use that on me", Celeste snapped, "You may be my father Gabriel, but that does not mean you get to start acting like it now". Celeste got up from the table.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
Celeste froze and then vanished.
"Now I lay me to sleep, I pray to Castiel to get his feathery ass down here", Dean prayed, "And bring Celeste too".
Celeste popped into the room. "You rang?" Celeste said.
Dean and Sam looked at Celeste.
"Sam?" Celeste asked.
She ran over and hugged him.
"Yeah. I'm fine", he said, "You're…glowing".
"Luxury of bonded graces", Celeste said.
"You bonded with Cass? Congratulations", Sam said.
"Yeah yeah. Congratulations on your celestial marriage", Dean said.
"Thank you", Celeste said.
"We should take you two out for a drink sometime to celebrate", Dean suggested, "Now all we have to do is wait for Cass".
"Like I said..." Sam said clearing his throat, "Son of a bitch doesn't answer - he's right behind me, isn't he?"
Celeste smiled and nodded.
"Hello", Castiel said. His eyes settled on Celeste first. He walked over to her and took her in his arms.
She clutched onto his trench coat and breathed in his unique scent.
"I missed you", she said softly.
Castiel kissed her temple whispering, "I missed you too".
"Hello?" Sam asked.
"Y-yes", Castiel said.
"Hello?" Sam asked again.
"Uh, that is still the term?" Castiel asked.
Celeste smiled.
"I spent all that time trying to get through to you. Dean calls once, and now it's "Hello"?!" Sam snapped.
"Yes", Castiel answered.
"So, what, you - you like him better or something?" Sam asked.
"Dean and I do share a more profound bond", Castiel said, "I wasn't gonna mention it".
"Yeah. You don't have to be a jerk Sam", Celeste snapped.
"Cass, I think what he's trying to say is that... he went to Hell for us. I mean, he really took one for the team. You remember that? And then he comes back without a clue, and you can't take five friggin' minutes to give him some answers?" Dean asked.
"If I had any answers, I might have responded. But I don't know, Sam. We have no idea who brought you back from the cage... or why", Castiel told them.
"So... it wasn't God?" Sam asked.
"No one's even seen God. The whole thing remains mysterious", Castiel said.
"What the hell does that mean?" Sam asked.
"What part of "I don't know" escapes your understanding?" Castiel snapped.
"Cass, look, if Sam calls, you answer. Okay? You wing your ass down here, and you tell him, "I don't know." Just because we have some sort of a - a bond or whatever..." Dean said.
"You think I came because you called?" Castiel scoffed, "I came because of this". He walked over to the table where Dean had his research laid out.
"Oh, well, it's nice to know what matters", Dean said sarcastically.
"It does help one to focus", Castiel said not catching the sarcasm.
"Wait, so - so you and the Halo Patrol, you guys aren't the cause of these killings?" Sam asked.
"No. But they were committed with one of our weapons. There's only one thing that could have brought this into existence. You call it the Staff of Moses", Castiel told them.
"The Staff?" Sam asked.
Castiel picked up the jar of locusts and said, "It was used in a dominance display against the Egyptians, as I recall".
"Yeah. That one made the papers", Dean scoffed.
"B-but I thought the Staff turned, like, a - a river into blood, not one dude", Sam said.
"The weapon isn't being used at full capacity. I think we can rule Moses out as a suspect", Castiel said.
"Yeah, cause he's only been dead for like a thousand years", Celeste said.
"Okay, but... what is - what is Chuck Heston's disco stick doing down here, anyway? I mean, don't you guys put away your toys?" Dean asked.
"Before the apocalypse, Heaven may have been corrupt, but it was stable. The staff was safely contained", Castiel said, "It's been chaos up there since the war ended. In that confusion, a number of... powerful weapons were... stolen".
"Stolen?" Celeste asked.
"Wait, you - you're saying your nukes are loose?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I'm afraid so. But you've stumbled onto one of them. We must find the weapon that did this", Castiel said gesturing to the jar of locusts, "I need your help".
"That's rich. Really", Sam scoffed.
Castiel threw the jar of locusts at Sam and said, "Sam, Dean, my "people skills" are "rusty." Pardon me, but I have spent the last "year" as a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent. But believe me; you do not want that weapon down here. Help me find it. Or more people will die".
"Everyone just calm down", Celeste said coming and standing next to Castiel.
"All right. Okay. Well, if the angels didn't pull the trigger, then that brings us back to motive", Dean said.
"What?" Castiel asked.
"Back to the case. Right now, we got three dead cops. Only thing linking them... is this", Sam said holding a newspaper clipping, "Father of slain suspect calls for investigation".
They were suddenly standing in a foyer of a house.
"Oh, Cass, Celeste, a little warning next time", Dean said.
"What the... how'd you get in here?!" the father yelled.
"Mr. Birch, settle down", Sam said showing off the fake FBI badges, "Federal agents".
"But you can't just walk in here!" Mr. Birch yelled.
"Quite a collection you've got there, huh?" Sam asked him looking at the newspaper clippings.
"What are you trying to…?" Mr. Birch asked.
"Look, we know the truth, all right? Chris didn't have a gun on him when those cops shot him. They set him up" Sam told him.
"Yeah. They're all getting theirs", Mr. Birch said.
"And who's giving it to them, Darryl?" Sam asked.
"Darryl? Did you kill Toby Gray and the others?" Dean asked.
"Me?! I didn't kill anyone! Look at how they died!" Mr. Birch yelled.
"You smote them with the Staff of Moses!" Castiel yelled.
"The hell kind of Fed are you?" Mr. Birch asked him.
"We don't have time for this", Castiel snapped, "Where is it?"
"Everyone calm down!" Celeste yelled pushing Castiel away from Mr. Birch.
"Leave my dad alone!" a boy yelled.
They all turned to find him holding the staff of Moses like a gun.
"Is that...?" Dean asked.
"Yes", Castiel said.
"Shouldn't that be bigger?" Sam asked.
"Yes. It's - it's been sawed off", Castiel said confused.
"Leave him alone! It wasn't him!" the boy yelled.
"Aaron, get out of here!" Mr. Birch yelled.
Castiel pressed two fingers to Mr. Birch's forehead and he fell back onto the sofa, unconscious.
"What did you do to him?" Aaron asked.
"It's all right. He's just sleeping", Dean told him.
Aaron pointed the staff at Dean.
Celeste stood between the boy and the others. "We're not going to hurt you. We just want to know where you got that", she said in a soothing tone. She slowly walked up to him and said, "Could I see it for a moment?" A though entered Castiel's mind. She would make a wonderful mother.
Aaron hesitated and then handed it to her. "Please don't kill my dad. It was me. I did it", Aaron said.
"Okay, nobody's killing anybody. What's your name?" Dean asked him as the three men advanced on the boy.
Celeste pulled Aaron closer to her like a mother protecting her child.
"Aaron. Aaron Birch", he said.
"Okay, Aaron Birch, where did you get this?" Dean asked calmly.
Castiel stepped closer to Celeste and slipped his hand around her waist.
"You won't believe me", Aaron said.
"Try me", Dean told him.
"It was an angel", Aaron told them.
Castiel's hand tightened on Celeste's waist and his body language was tense.
"An angel?" Dean asked him.
"Those liars, they killed my brother, and nothing bad even happened to them. It's not fair. So I prayed to God every night he would punish them. God didn't answer. But he did", Aaron explained.
"His name - did he give you a name?" Castiel asked.
"No. He just said I could have justice, but I was gonna have to take it myself. He... he gave me the stick", Aaron said.
"He just... gave it to you? Ah, come on. He didn't just give it to you, did he, Aaron?" Dean asked.
"I bought it", Aaron said.
Celeste sighed knowing exactly where this was going.
"You bought it?" Sam chuckled, "With what? What's your allowance?"
Celeste glared at Sam.
He was being a real jerk.
"What did the angel want for it? What did you give him for it?" Dean asked.
"My soul", Aaron answered.
"You sold your soul to an angel?" Sam asked.
"Can that even happen?" Dean asked Castiel.
"It's never happened before. An angel's buying souls. That could explain why he cut the staff into pieces", Castiel said.
"Why?" Sam asked.
"More pieces, more product", Castiel asked.
"More "product"? Who is this guy?" Dean asked.
"Very smart or a complete idiot", Celeste said bringing a smile to Castiel's face.
"We'll find him", Castiel said. Castiel pressed his fingers to Aaron's forehead and the boy dropped to the ground.
"What did you do that for?" Dean asked.
Castiel picked Aaron up and they were suddenly back in the motel room. "Portability", Castiel said. He set Aaron on the bed.
"Cass, you realize you just kidnapped a kid?" Dean asked him.
"If the angel we seek truly bought this boy's soul, when a claim is laid on a living soul, it leaves a mark, a brand", Castiel told them.
"What, like a - like a shirt tag at camp?" Sam asked.
"I have no idea. But I can read the mark and find the name of the angel that bought the soul", Castiel said.
"How?" Dean asked.
"Well, painfully for him. The reading will be excruciating", Castiel told him rolling up his sleeve.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on", Dean said.
"Cass!" Celeste exclaimed.
"Dean", Castiel said.
"He's a kid, Cas. A ki- Sam?" Dean said looking to his brother for help.
"Any permanent damage?" Sam asked.
"Sam!" Celeste yelled.
"What?!" Dean yelled.
"Physically, minimal", Castiel said.
"Oh, well, yeah, then by all means, stick your arm right in there", Dean said sarcastically.
"Dean! If I get the name, I can work a ritual to track the angel down", Castiel snapped.
"And I'm all for that. But come on. There's got to be another way", Dean said.
"There is no other way", Castiel said.
"You're gonna torture a kid?" Dean asked.
"I can't care about that, Dean! I don't have the luxury", Castiel said.
Before Castiel could put his hand into Aaron's chest, Celeste grabbed his wrist.
'He's a child', she said telepathically.
'It doesn't matter Celeste', Castiel said.
'The hell it doesn't matter! Would you do this if he were ours?' she asked him.
'He's not. Now let go', Castiel snapped.
Celeste didn't let go, so he grabbed her hand and pried it off his wrist, breaking their connection.
Castiel pushed his hand into Aaron's chest and he screamed.
Dean stepped forward, but Sam held him back.
Aaron screamed as his body lit up from the inside.
When Castiel pulled his hand out, Aaron stopped screaming and passed out.
"He'll rest now", Castiel said.
"Did you get a name? What is it?" Sam asked.
"I thought he died in the war", Castiel said rolling his sleeve back down.
"What, he - he was a - he was a friend or something?" Sam asked.
"A good friend", Castiel sighed.
Celeste could hear a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Yeah, well, your frat buddy is now moonlighting as a crossroads demon", Dean told him.
"Balthazar. I wonder..." Castiel said.
The name clicked in Celeste's mind for a reason she couldn't explain.
"So we can find him now, right?" Sam asked.
An angel suddenly appeared.
"Balthazar. Thanks, Castiel. We'll make good use of the name", he said.
The angel attacked Castiel with an angel blade.
Castiel blocked it with his own.
"And by the way, Raphael says hello", the angel said.
The angel and Castiel fought until they both lost their swords. The angel looked up and saw Celeste. He lunged for one of the swords.
"No!" Castiel yelled. He grabbed the angel and threw them both out the window.
"Cass!" Celeste yelled running over to the window.
The two angels crashed into a car parked on the street.
The angel disappeared as Castiel got off the destroyed car.
"My car", Sam said.
"Okay. Silver lining", Dean said.
"Your car?! Silver lining?! Cass just flew through a window!" Celeste shrieked.
"Yeah. For you", Sam said, "Everything is for you nowadays. He never does anything for us anymore".
Tears gathered in Celeste's eyes as Castiel appeared in the room, unharmed.
"He's gone", Castiel said not noticing Celeste's tears.
"Alright Cass, who was that guy?" Sam asked.
"A soldier of Raphael. He must have followed me when I answered your call", Castiel said.
"Raphael? The archangel? I'm sorry, what's going on here?" Sam asked.
"I can explain later. Right now we have to…" Castiel said grabbing a bowl from the cupboard.
"No, not later. Now. Stop, all right? Too many angels, Cass! I don't know who's on first, what's on second", Dean said.
"What is "second"?!" Castiel asked not getting the baseball reference.
"Don't start that", Dean said.
"It is simple: Raphael and his followers, they want him to rule Heaven. I - and many others - the last thing we want is to let him take over. It would be catastrophic", Castiel said.
"You're talking civil war", Sam said.
"Oh my god", Celeste said.
"Technically, yes. Which is why we have to find Balthazar and his weapons before Raphael does. Whoever has the weapons wins the war", Castiel said. Castiel pulled Sam's weapon bag from under the bed.
"Help yourself", Sam said sarcastically.
"And what happens if Raphael wins? What - what does he want?" Dean asked.
Castiel pulled a flask of holy water from Sam's bag and said, "What he's always wanted - to end the story the way it was written".
"You mean the Apocalypse, the one that we derailed?" Dean asked.
"Yes. That one", Castiel snapped, "Raphael wants to put it back on the rails".
"Why?" Dean asked.
"I need myrrh", Castiel said.
"Myrrh?" Sam and Celeste asked.
Castiel suddenly was no longer standing by the bed.
"Freakin' angels", Dean said.
Celeste hit him in the stomach, pushing him back a few steps.
"Sorry", Dean said rubbing his stomach.
Castiel reappeared behind Dean. He started drawing on the kitchen talk with a piece of chalk.
"Why does Raphael want to bring back all this crap?" Dean asked.
"He's a traditionalist", Castiel told him.
"Cass, why didn't you tell us this?" Dean asked him.
"I was ashamed. I expected more from my brothers. I'm sorry. Now I need your blood", Castiel said.
Celeste stepped closer to Castiel and placed her hand on his back.
Castiel grabbed Dean's wrist and sliced his plan.
"Whoa, whoa! Hey! Ahh! Why don't you use your own?" Dean asked him.
"It wouldn't work. I'm not human", Castiel said.
Dean squeezed his hand into a fist and the blood dripped into the bowl.
Castiel added the myrrh and the holy water and began to chant in Enochian.
They began to hear sirens.
"Uh, Cass, how long does this spell take?" Sam asked.
Castiel didn't answer. He simply stood there in a trance.
The sirens got louder.
"Got him. Let's go", Castiel said.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What about him?" Dean asked pointing to Aaron.
"Don't you think the police will take him home?" Castiel asked.
Celeste rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers.
Aaron vanished.
"What did you…?" Dean asked.
"Don't worry. He's at home in bed", she said. She snapped her fingers again and she was dressed head to toe in black with two angel blades in her holster on her back.
Celeste and Castiel grabbed each grabbed one of the Winchesters.
They appeared outside a mansion.
Where ever they were, it was night.
"Huh. I was expecting more Dr. No, less Liberace", Dean said.
The four of them approached the mansion.
"We'll split up. Dean and I will search this part. You and Cass search the rest. Shouldn't take you long with your angel-mojo", Sam said.
Celeste followed Castiel.
They stood in an opulent foyer.
A frog sat at the top of the stairs of the grand staircase.
Castiel appeared upstairs, leaving Celeste on the ground.
"Lazy", she said appearing next to him.
They heard loud music and followed it.
It led them into a room with a piano and strobe lights.
The door closed behind them and locked itself.
Castiel pulled out his angel sword.
Celeste pulled both of hers out of her holster.
"Cass. You're here. I see you've brought a friend", Balthazar said looking at Celeste, "She's very pretty". Balthazar was dressed in a grey v-neck, a black cardigan, jeans, and boots. He spoke with a cool British accent.
"Balthazar", Castiel said.
"It's so good to see you. He told me you were floating around", Balthazar said.
"He?" Celeste asked stepping closer.
"I believe you two have flown together", Balthazar said.
Celeste and Castiel looked and saw the angel from earlier lying on the floor.
Balthazar snapped his fingers and the lights turned on and the music stopped. "Oh, you know, the old frog in the throat", Balthazar said.
A frog jumped out of the angel throat and croaked.
Celeste nose crinkled in disgust the way that Castiel loved.
"Even I know that that's a bad joke. I grieved your death", Castiel said as Balthazar stepped closer to the couple.
Celeste silently moved to stand in front of Castiel holding both angel swords.
"Quite the little warrior aren't we?" Balthazar teased, "I'm sorry about that, you know. I wanted them to think, you know, so... they wouldn't come looking for me?"
"What... is all this? What are you doing?" Castiel asked. He gently moved Celeste aside.
She grabbed Castiel's wrist. 'I don't trust him', Celeste said.
'It's fine. He's my friend', Castiel said.
'He faked his death and you still trust him?' Celeste asked him.
Castiel stared deep into Celeste's eyes and said, 'Yes'.
Celeste released Castiel's wrist.
"You've bonded", Balthazar said with a curious look in his eyes.
He stepped closer to Celeste. He seized her wrist and plucked the angel blade from her hand.
"Interesting blade", Balthazar said.
"It was given to me by my father", she said.
"Your father?" Balthazar asked, "And who might that be?"
"Gabriel. The archangel", she said, "I'm Celeste Deacon".
"Deacon? As in Tabitha Deacon?" Balthazar asked.
"She was my mother why?" Celeste asked him.
"No reason", he said, "It is an honor to have met my dear friend's mate".
Celeste blushed at the title.
The moment Balthazar's hand touched hers, she got a vision of Balthazar with a woman who looked like her mother.
"Who was she? The girl?" she asked him.
Balthazar dropped her hand and said, "Nobody. I do whatever I want. This morning I had a ménage à - what's French for 12?"
"Douze", Celeste answered.
"Merci", Balthazar said smiling.
"You stole the Staff of Moses?" Castiel asked.
"Sure, sure. I stole a lot of things", Balthazar told him.
"You were a great and honorable soldier. We fought together", Castiel said.
"Yes, too many times to count", Balthazar said sadly.
"I know you. You're not some common thief", Castiel said.
"Common? No", Balthazar said, "Thief? Eh".
"We need your help", Celeste said.
"I know. I've been hearing all about you, and as far as I'm concerned, you and me, Cass, nothing's changed. We're brothers. Of course I want to help you and your little mate", Balthazar said, causing Celeste to blush once again.
"Thank you. I need the weapons", Castiel said.
Balthazar sighed and said, "Don't ask that".
"Why take them? Why run away?" Castiel asked.
"Because I could! What? I me- you're the one who made it possible. The footsteps I'm following - they're yours. What you two did, stopping the big plan, the prize fight? You did more than rebel. You tore up the whole script and burned the pages for all of us", Balthazar said laughing, "It's a new era. No rules, no destiny. Just utter and complete freedom".
"And this is what you do with it?" Castiel snapped.
"Hey, screw it, right? I mean, dad's not coming back. You might as well blow coke and jump on the bed. You proved to me we could do anything, so I'm trying everything. What difference does it make?" Balthazar asked.
"Of course it makes a diff- it's civil war up there!" Celeste yelled, "Your brothers and sisters are killing each other?! Doesn't that bother you?!" As she yelled, the lights flickered.
Castiel's hand came to rest on her lower back. At his touch, she calmed down.
"I know", Balthazar said.
"If we can beat Raphael, we can end this! Just give me the weapons", Castiel said.
Balthazar laughed and said, "Do you know what's funny about you? You actually believe that you can stop the fighting. It will never stop. My advice - grab something valuable and fake your own death".
"You've gone insane. Your little holiday is over. Raphael knows you're alive by now", Castiel said.
"Oh, Raphael can try me anytime. I'm armed. I'm sorry, Cass. All else aside, I'm really, really happy to see you. Even though you still have that stick up your ass", Balthazar said.
Celeste's grip tightened on her angel blades.
There was suddenly a crack of thunder.
"Was that you? Or your cute little mate?" Balthazar asked.
The two angels shook their heads.
"Oh, that's my cue then. Tell, uh, Raphael to bite me", Balthazar said and disappeared.
"Crap", Celeste said under her breath.
Another angel suddenly appeared in the room.
Castiel placed Celeste behind him.
"You're making a mistake. Please. There is another way. Brother, please. I don't want to hurt you", Castiel said.
The angel stepped closer to the couple.
Castiel threw his knife and it imbedded itself in the angel's chest.
The angel screamed as his grace was ripped from his body.
"Why won't any of you listen?" Castiel growled. Castiel was grabbed by Raphael from behind.
"Cass!" Celeste yelled. She walked closer to Castiel and Raphael, but Raphael held up his hand. Celeste felt herself being lifted off the ground. She went crashing through walls and landed in the foyer by Sam and Dean's feet.
"Celeste?!" Dean yelled. He helped her up.
"It's Raphael", she said holding her head, "He's got Cass".
They heard banging noises.
Celeste grabbed Sam and Dean to hold them back. "Don't. This is Raphael we're dealing with. He'll kill you", she said.
"But Cass…" Dean said.
Balthazar appeared in the foyer. "Hey! Look at my junk", he said holding up a glowing crystal.
"No", Raphael said. He turned to salt and the salt clattered to the floor.
Celeste entered the foyer and helped Castiel up.
"Same thing happened to Lot's wife. Iodize the poor sucker, and your kitchen is stocked for life", Balthazar said laughing.
"You came back", Castiel said leaning on Celeste.
"Thank you", Celeste breathed leaning on Castiel.
Needless to say, the couple was just glad each other was alive.
"Well, now Raphael will have to go shopping for a new vessel. Should give me a nice long head start on him. Until next time", Balthazar said.
"Next time", Castiel breathed.
"No time like the present", Dean said. He dropped his lighter on the floor.
A circle of Holy Fire appeared on the ground.
Castiel pulled Celeste back.
"Holy fire. You hairless ape! Release me!" Balthazar yelled.
"First you're taking your marker off of Aaron Birch's soul!" Dean demanded.
"Am I?!" Balthazar snapped.
"Sam?!" Dean yelled.
"Unless you like your wings extra crispy…" he said uncorking a bottle of holy oil, "I'd think about it".
"Castiel, I stood for you in Heaven. Are you gonna let…?" Balthazar asked.
"I believe... the hairless ape has the floor", Castiel said.
"Very well", Balthazar said. He inhaled, touched his clasped hands to his forehead, and then exhaled. "The boy's debt is cleared. His soul is his own", Balthazar said.
"Why you buying up human souls, anyway?" Dean asked.
"In this economy? It's probably the only thing worth buying. Do you have any idea what souls are worth? What power they hold? Now... release me", Balthazar said.
"Suck it, ass clown. Nobody said anything…" Dean said.
Castiel lowered his hand, lowering the flames.
"Cass, what the hell?" Dean asked.
"My debt to you is cleared", Castiel said.
"Fair enough", Balthazar said disappearing.
"Cass, are you out of your mind?!" Dean yelled.
Castiel disappeared, but Celeste remained.
"Cass?! Oh, friggin' angels! Come on!" Dean yelled.
"Can we stop with all the yelling?" Celeste asked holding her head.
Sam and Dean dropped Celeste off at home and Dean walked her to the door.
"Thanks", she said.
"You sure you'll be fine?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, yeah", she said, "Just a headache".
The light came on and Gabriel rushed out onto the porch.
"What happened?" Gabriel asked.
"Raphael", Dean said, "Threw her through some walls".
"Thank you", Gabriel said taking Celeste from Dean.
They managed to go inside before Celeste went limp.
Gabriel wasn't worried. He knew how strong his brother could be and she most likely had a concussion. He picked her up and carried her to her room.
Who you do think was the woman in the vision?
Also, I have decided to give Castiel and Celeste, not only 2 daughters, but a son. If you can guess his name, I will give you a sneak peek at the final story in this series...or something from other stories in this series. HINT: Cas_ (7 letters)