It was just another night at the bunker, where Castiel and Dean were finishing up with each other after a long night filled with lovemaking. After Cas had shot his load into Dean and collapsed on top of him; Dean having come just a few moments ago, the hunter was so lost in the moment that the most ridiculous statement tumbled from his mouth. He would blame it on the high he got from his orgasm later.
"We should have kids."
He could feel Cas stiffen on top of him. He felt his own horror at his words and wished he could gather said words in the air with his hand and stuff them back into his mouth. But that was impossible, and Cas was already pulling back to stare down at his lover with wide, confused eyes.
"You want to what Dean?"
"No! I didn't mean it like that, uh..." Dean quickly rolled them over so that they were on their sides and facing each other. He sighed and looked down, "It just came out, I didn't mean anything by it. It was just a heat of the moment thing."
Cas nodded, but still looked concerned.
Dean gave up on the concept of having kids a long time ago. He knew, better then anyone, that this life wasn't the type of life that allows for kids or anything else that the enemy could use against them. This wasn't the life Dean wanted any kid in. Not to mention the Winchester curse they had on their family. His kids would probably turn out like him; a cold blooded hunter, there would be no happy times or good memories of their childhood. Just blood and pain. As much as Dean actually did want to be a father one day; he knew that it was never going to happen. Especially since he was in a relationship with Cas. He wasn't sure how reproducing worked for angels, but he was pretty sure that there was no way in hell Cas could get pregnant. Same with Dean.
"Don't look at me like that," Dean sighs and runs a hand through his hair, "Look Cas, having kids would not be good for us. There's no room for a kid. Can't have a tyke running around while we're hunting, and killing, for a living."
"But you still want one," Castiel states the obvious.
"I told you that I don't like it when you read my mind."
"I don't have to read your mind to perceive that despite what you say, you've always wanted to have kids."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Whatever angel," he rolled unto his side so that his back was to Cas, "Shut up so I can get some sleep."
"Goodnight Dean." Cas replied and scooted close behind him, throwing an arm around his midsection and snuggling close.
That was the last time they spoke of having kids.
A few months later…
The Winchesters found themselves in some small town in Oregan. What brought them there was what looked like angel violence. A woman and her husband were stabbed to death in their home, their three month old baby girl missing from her crib. What made them take the case was because of the fact that the father was found with black wings burned into the ground beneath him. Sam and Dean weren't sure what they could do to help, but Cas was insistent on them taking them case. The things they do for him…
"So, what're we thinkin'?" Dean asks, seated at the small table in the cheap motel room, facing his younger brother, "Demon, angel?"
Sam shrugged, "Beats me; what stumps me is that whoever did it, took the kid with them. Why not just leave her, or kill her? What would angels, or demons for that matter, want with a baby?"
"I'm guessin' nothing good," Dean replies with a disgusted look on his face, his hatred for demons bubbling to the surface. He didn't really hate angels; they were self-righteous dicks and asshats, but they weren't nearly as bad as demons. "You think the baby's still alive?"
Sam sighed and looked down, "Yeah, hopefully. They wouldn't take her without a reason."
The soft flutter of wings announced Castiel's presence, "The child is a Nephilim."
"Hello to you too, Cas," Dean grumbled, getting up on his feet and approaching his angel, "What the hell is a Nephilim?"
"Children of angels," Sam speaks up before Cas could reply. He stood up from his seat and approached Cas as well, but he didn't stand as close to him as Dean was. Jesus Christ, do these two breathe their own air when they weren't in the same room together?
"Angels can reproduce?" Dean sounded doubtful.
"They're half breeds; between humans and angels. Or fallen angels and humans," Sam clarified for his brother.
"Yes Sam, that is correct."
"Know it all," Dean jabbed and gave Sam a look.
Sam gave him bitch face no. 19 for that one, "Shut up."
"The child was abducted by demons," Castiel continues, "I found sulfur at the house, on the window sill by the crib."
That saved them the trip to visit the scene, "What would a bunch of demons want with some … Nephilim? It's just a baby."
"That's the point. There's a reason why Nephilim were outlawed by my father eons ago, Dean" Cas begins, letting out a sigh and looking off to the side. This must've been one of the few times that Cas agreed with what God decreed, it's been awhile since he agreed with anything God spouted. "They are dangerous. They have human emotions, thoughts, and habits. They don't have the control that angels possess. Their bodies aren't built to handle all the celestial manner inside them. It's bound to get out of hand and hurt people around them. They have to learn control; unlike angels. We were programmed to control our powers when we were created. Anyways, they have the ability to kill angels or demons if strong enough. If the demons are able to train and raise the child to fit their desires—"
"They could kill millions," Sam finishes for him, his hazel eyes wide, looking as shocked as Dean looked.
"I know a certain king of hell who would like to get his hands on a nuke like that," Dean speaks up, face pensive and a bit pissed.
"You think Crowley's behind this?" Cas asks, tilting his head at him.
"When is he not?" Sam retorted and put his hands on his hips, "We need to get that child back before the demons take her and hide her away until she's like, twenty or something."
Castiel nods solemnly, "It's why the Nephilim were wiped out a long time ago, and why angels are forbidden to participate in sexual intercourse with humans."
"I think we broke that rule like a thousand times," Dean commented with a shit eating smirk.
Cas blushed and looked down, a smile on his expression, "Dean..."
Sam made a disgusted bitch face no. 27, "Gross, Dean. Thanks for that image."
Dean winked at his little brother, "Anytime, Sammy."
"We need to save the child," Castiel changes the subject.
"Yeah, and then what?" Dean asks, turning serious again, "Give it to the angels?"
"They will kill her."
"It's a baby!"
"To them, age doesn't have a factor," Castiel counters, leveling his blue eyed gaze with Dean, "To them, that baby is an abomination and filth. They will kill it without so much of a second thought."
"Then what do we do with her? Give her to some orphanage?"
"We'll wonder about that later," Dean cut in, "Let's just worry about saving the kid. Details can come later."
Cas nodded, "I am going to go search for potential locations that they would be holding the baby at. I'll return soon."
He pecked Dean on the lips before disappearing.
A/N - Don't let the length deter you; this is kind of a tester chapter. I want to see if people react positively or negatively before I decide to continue or forget about it. So plea,se leave a review! Please and thank you. Future chapters will be much longer.