Second chapter in a day? I am on a roll! This chapter takes the plot a little further, I guess. I'm trying to introduce the Destiel in little bits and pieces, but it's so damn hard not to just make them get on with it! I tried to put in a reference to the angel that Mary put over Dean's crib when he was a baby too, just because I thought it would be a nice little nod to the canon. Anyway, enjoy and review!


They had been zapped to a small cabin by the lake, near to the edge of a sheer drop. The view from the edge of the cliff was breathtaking, miles and miles of woodland broken only by the network of streams connecting to the lake below. Easy enough to fall over the edge if you were careless while admiring the scenery, Sam thought. He could see how Tara could easily have slipped to her death. Castiel led his way into the cabin, with Dean following silently behind him. Sam watched the streams far away from the edge of the cliff for a moment before running to catch up with the pair.

It was evident that Tara had been a bit eccentric. Strings of multicoloured fairy lights were the only source of light in the majority of the rooms. Tiny glass figurines of elves on toadstools and goblins in little houses littered the shelves. Most of the couch has been taken up by stuffed unicorn toys. As the men made their way into the nursery, they noticed a hand painted plaque on the door.

"Starlight Moonbeam and Oberon Pegasus?" Dean spoke, surprising the other two. He raised an eyebrow at his younger brother. "I'm sorry, but I refuse to raise my kids as Starlight and Oberon. I mean, come on, that's practically child cruelty right there!"

Cas opened the door and stepped inside, curiously taking in his surroundings. Compared to the rest of the house, the nursery was pretty average. Lilac walls, teddy bears, shelves stacked with diapers and wet wipes. A few framed paintings of fairies playing in meadows and jumping on clouds covered the walls. The cribs were next to each other, a large mobile covering both of them. Sam walked over and toyed with one of the dolls attached to the mobile.

"Angels watching over them while they sleep." Sam grinned, looking over at Cas who was apparently not amused by the weird, glittery cherub things that passed for 'Angels'. When nobody acknowledged his pun, Sam looked towards his brother and opened his mouth to make another comment, but he stopped when he saw the look on his brother's face.

Dean was stood over the cribs looking in at the sleeping babies. The insides of the cribs were identical in all ways but colour. The blankets, teddies and sleepsuit of one of the cribs were a delicate pink colour, while the other was a muted lemon colour. Dean's mouth was slightly open as he lowered a hand first into the pink crib, gently running a fingertip across the tiny hand. After a moment he turned his attention to the baby boy, stroking his soft cheek delicately. His baby boy, Dean thought, and his baby girl. He continued to gaze at the twins. He had imagined them to be bald, but both of them had a head full of fine strands of hair. The boy's was a lot darker than the girls, but Dean was sure he'd heard something about how babies hair and eye colour changed a lot when they were very young. He stood there, just watching them.

"Dean?" Cas said with a surprisingly gentle tone. "Dean, we really have to get going. Sam, could you pick up some of the supplies, but not enough to make it look like anything has been taken?" Sam nodded in agreement, grabbing a baby bag from the changing table as he began to collect diapers, pacifiers and anything else he thought they might need. Dean broke his gaze to look at Cas quizzically.

"We need to make it look like the babies went with Tara otherwise the police will assume they've been kidnapped, which will give us a lot of unnecessary trouble." He looked at Dean apologetically. "Essentially, we need to make the police believe that Tara committed suicide, taking the babies with her. It's highly unlikely that they will find her body in the lake, so hopefully they'll assume that the babies were with her too. We're going to need to change the babies names, obviously. Bobby can get them birth certificates."

Cas leant forward to gently pick up the baby boy. He stayed asleep, but he snuggled closer to the angel's chest when he held him in his arms. Dean thought he might have been imagining it, but he swears he saw a tiny smile tug at the sides of Castiel's mouth just then. Cas looked at Dean and then nodded his head towards the baby girl, indicating that he should pick her up ready to leave again. Dean was as delicate as Cas had been, if not even more, and pulled her close to the space between his chest and shoulder. She didn't stay as docile as her brother, and began to stir at the movement.

"Shhh now, come on." Dean murmured, rocking her softly. "It's okay, beautiful." Castiel raised an eyebrow at him, an oddly human gesture for the angel.

"You prefer the name Beautiful to the name Starlight?" He asked without a trace of sarcasm. Dean gave a short laugh.

"No, I'm not gonna name the kid Beautiful, it's just a pet name or whatever. Like when people call their dog 'Baby', or their wife 'Sweetheart'." He looked at the kid intently. "Although, they do need new names, I'll give you that. Starlight Moonbeam Winchester just don't have that ring to it."

"Fine, you can rename the children, but now isn't the time. We need to get to Bobby's." Cas said this like he had assumed that the hunter would have no problem with his two idjits and their angel turning up on his doorstep at gone midnight with two babies who were most definitely not gonna stay asleep until morning. He made his way to the front door with 'Oberon', calling out to Sam as he did so. Dean tailed behind holding 'Starlight', trying to think of some more appropriate names in his head.

"How about Jimmy and Roberta?" Dean supplied when all three of the men and the two babies were outside. Sam threw him a bitchface.

"Dude, I will not let you name your kids after Led Zeppelin. I'm not gonna be the crappy Uncle that just stands by and lets that happen." Sam snapped, half jokingly and half serious.

"I will zap Dean and I to Bobby's house, then come back to take you back to the motel and we can drive the Impala to meet them. Understood?" Castiel addressed Sam, who nodded before holding the baby bag out to Dean.

"You're sure as hell gonna need this stuff before I get back. I'd say they probably need changing soon anyway." Sam grinned at his brother, who pulled a face at the mention of any diaper changes. Cas stretched two fingers towards Dean's head.

"Wait!" Dean held a hand in front of his face, stopping Cas from taking them anywhere. "Sammy, hold…'Starlight' for a second?" He winced as he said the name, inwardly cursing his apparent preference for stunning yet kooky women. Once Sam had taken the baby, Dean grabbed one of her tiny ankles and gently popped off one of her pink baby booties. He approached Cas and 'Oberon', doing exactly the same thing to the boy. After he had the two mismatched boots, he walked over to the edge of the cliff and held them by their laces over the edge.

"I'm sorry about this, Tara. I really am. I don't know if you're in heaven or what, or if you can hear me, but I swear, I will do everything I can to protect them." He let go of the laces, watching the boots fall the huge drop into the lake. "Rest in Peace, Tara."

He walked back over to Cas and Sam, where his brother was watching Dean with a small, sad smile. She might not have been killed by a vengeful ghost, or possessed by a demon, but he still felt bad for her even if they couldn't have protected her. Dean took the baby girl back from Sam and looked at Cas, nodding to show he was ready.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go annoy an old drunk with some tired infants!"