Oh Heavenly Father, Oh Heavenly... Daughter?

Chapter 2

Past Dean's POV

Dean stood there gaping for what had to be minuets at amused looking father and daughter. Cass had a kid? How the hell did Cass have a kid? She looked like she had to be at least fifteen, not five!

As if reading his mind, Char's lips quirked up a little. "If you're wondering about my age then just ask already and quit practicing your fish impersonation."

Castiel chuckled when Dean flushed awkwardly. "Awww baby, doesn't Dean just look so adorable when he's embarrassed? I'd almost forgotten that look!" His face grew hotter.

Giggling, the smaller girl nodded in agreement.

Finally getting fed up with being mocked, Dean stamped his foot in anger. "Cass, how the hell can you have a fifteen year old daughter when I've only been thrown into the future five years?"

"Dean when Char was conceived I was still an angel, and as you know, angel's are quite a bit differently made than humans. So for every one year Char is alive…" He trailed off letting Dean do the rest of the math for himself.

"… She ages three?" He finished questioningly. The girl nodded, the amused smile never leaving her lips. "Congratulations! Give the man a cookie!" She put her hand over her mouth and giggled.

"Even if she physically age's three years for every one how is she still this," Dean struggled for the right word, "I don't know, this smart? I mean she is technically only five." Castiel and Char both shrugged.

Castiel was the first to speak. "What can I say, the girl adored reading growing up. Hell she was able to speak four different languages before she was nine!"

Char's nodded, smiling proudly. "Hell yea I did. I know fluent Latin, Gaelic, Hebrew, and Spanish. English is my dominating language, but I was born with the ability to speak and understand Enochian." Dean blinked.

"Alright… Guess I can't argue with any of that. Two more questions though."

Tilting her head in an impressive immitation of her father, she arched a brow. "Oh yea? And what may those be?"

"Are you like, a full angel? Wings, invincibility, and all that other crap?"

Another wide grin spread across the girls face, nose crinkling a little. "Lovely way of putting it, but no. My momma was human. So I'm only half angel. Luckily, as a free conselation gift I was given these beauties."

Dean was about to ask what she meant when suddenly the lights all around the room flicked and, arms still crossed across her chest, a large shadowy pair of wings slowly spread out behind her.

They spread gracefully across the wood cabin walls and Dean whistled appreciativly. "Impressive, so do they work? Can you like, transport yourself all around the world like Cass –my Cass- can?" Bringing her wings back into herself, she shrugged.

"When I have enough energy stored up. Since I'm only half angel it's harder for me to do certain things a full angel could do. I can only fly somewhere when I have a lot of energy built up and I need even more if I have to transport another person. The most I've ever been able to do is one. Dad and uncle Dean don't think I'm strong enough to do anymore and don't want to risk me overexerting myself."

She finished, rolling her eyes at the last comment. Castiel came up from behind her and gently wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

Looking up at her face, he spoke softly. "We just don't want you to hurt yourself baby. You're not as strong as you like to think you are and we don't want you to overtax your powers. We're scared that your body might not be able to handle the strain put on it. You know what could happen if you overdid it..." He finished quietly, a concerned and adoring look in his eyes.

The young girl sighed loudly, but the soft, small smile returned to her lips as she leaned back into his hold. "Yea, yea. I know."

Dean shifted awkwardly, looking down at his boots. He felt like he was intruding on a personal family moment when suddenly the rumble of jeeps greeted his ears.

He turned away from the touching scene to exit the cabin and slowly off the porch. He watched as the jeep pulled up and a bunch of men and himself jumped out of the car.

Grabbing some beers from the back seat the other him handed one to each man, a stony smile on his face as he took a swig. One of the men turned around, taking a drink of his own beverage when Dean suddenly noticed the other him reach into his belt and pull out a .45.

Eye's growing wide he took a fast step forward, he shouted, "Hey, Hey! WATCH OUT!" But was too late.

BAM!

Poor son of a bitch never saw it coming. Dean recoiled back as the gun shot echoed throughout the entire camp.

Each man spun around, and the other man slowly turned his back away from Dean and onto the fresh scowled violently before turning back to the other men, who were busy gaping in disbelief at the hunter.

Dean didn't see Cass and Char holding each other closely behind him. They were both looking away sadly from the scene that he had just seen unfold that they had been forced to whitness oh to many times before.

"Dammit." His future counterpart growled, before turning back to the men."I'm not going to lie to you," He said, motioning to the still shocked man, "What me and him got going on? Some pretty messed up stuff. But when you need to know something you will. Until then, you all have work to do." He finished gruffly.

All the men hesitantly stared between their leader and Dean, before shuffling off to go about their business. Turning back to him with a glare, the future him ground out, "We need to chat…"

Two Hours Later in the Meeting room.

His future self had demanded that everyone meet him in his cabin for some big important meeting. Honest to God Dean wasn't comfortable what so ever since he watched himself ruthlessly shoot another guy in the forehead without so much as batting an eye.

He sat quietly on a work table behind Cass and Char, who was again snuggled quietly into her father's lap. Leaning against the wall the crazy chick who'd attacked him eariler finally broke the silence. "So, that's it? That's the Colt?"

Hands resting on the chairs back in front of him, future Dean nodded. "If there's anything that can kill Lucifer, this is it."

"Great, do we have anything that can find Lucifer?" She asked snippily.

A small smirk quirked past Dean's face. Gotta love jealous, pissed off chicks. Well…when they weren't trying to kick your ass or castrate you with rusty hedge clippers anyways.

His future self slowly raised a deadpan gaze from the gun on the table to her, responding coldly. "Are you ok?"

The brunette opened her mouth, looking five seconds from verbally kicking his future ass when past Dean felt it was finally his turn to pitch it. "Oh, we were in uh, Jane's cabin last night"

This seemed to catch his future self's attention and he shifted awkwardly under the fierce woman's gaze as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Smirking vengefully, past Dean continued. "And apparently we and Resa have a connection."

Cass and the small girl sitting in his lap both snickered quietly under their breath.

Glaring at himself, his eyes flicked between the woman and him in irritation. "You wanna shut up?"

Dean held up his hands in defeat. Figuring it was time to continue future Dean straighted up and went on. "We don't have to find Lucifer, we know where he is. The demon that we caught last week, he was one of the big guy's entourage. He knew."

Arching an eyebrow in disbelief, she continued "So a demon tells you where Satan is going to be and you just believe it?"

A cold smirk crossed the future hunters face. "Oh, believe me, he wasn't lying."

"And you know this how?" Resa demanded.

Castiel's rough voice spoke up from the side lines. "Our fearless leader, I'm afraid is all too well schooled in the art of getting to the truth."

Watching Char shift awkwardly in his father's lap, it didn't take a damn rocket scientist to figure out what the man had meant. Raising from his resting spot on the table, he looked at the future him in anger, "Torture? Oh, so we're, we're torturing again? Well that's, that's good. Classy."

The two people sitting in the chair seemed to find this comment very amusing because a small grin spread across their face and giggled a little to loudly to themselves, catching the pissed off look of the man in front of them. "What?" Cass defended himself, the young piping up next, "We like past you."

Shaking his head with a loud sigh, the man continued bringing out a map and pointing towards a spot on it. "Lucifer is here, now. I know the block and I know the building." Castiel leaned forward, looking over the girls shoulder and arched his eyebrow in disbelief at the place the hunter was pointing at.

"Oh good, it's right in the middle of a hot zone." Cass said with a thick layer of sarcastic joy.

"Crawling with Croats, yea, you sayin' my plan's reckless?"

"Are you saying we uh, walk in straight up the driveway past all the demons and the Croats and shoot the Devil?"

"Yes." Future Dean responded instantly without a moments hesitation.

"Okay. If you don't like reckless I could use insouciant maybe?"

Glaring the ex-angel down the man demanded, "Are you coming?"

With a loud sigh, Cass leaned back into his chair and nodded. "Of course."

Straighting up in his lap, the young girl frowned. "When you say we you mean the guys, dad you, past Dean and me right?"

A coil of terror enveloped Dean at the very thought of the small girl fighting. It seemed that the feeling was mutual for his future counterpart because he shook his head vehemently from side to side. "No way baby girl. Not this time."

Relief washed over Dean, but apperetly the feeling wasn't mutual. "Why the hell not? I've been on missions with you guys before! I've completely proven myself to be able to take care of my own so why can I go as backup?" It was Cass' turn to speak, trying desperatly to sooth his distressed child.

"Because sweetie, this mission will be very dangerous and we don't want to risk you getting hurt." This only seemed to anger her more. "Hurt? Everything we do risks us getting hurt dad! It's the APOCALYPSE! What the hell did you expect?"

His older self had finally had enough, and barked, "You're not going and that's final! Now stop arguing with me and your dad and go back to the cabin!"

Dean had to give the girl credit, she didn't finch at all.

She did the total opposite and scowled fiercely before leaping from her fathers lap, who's originally calm features now took on pained look. "FINE!" She screamed, storming past him to the screen door.

Half way out the door Dean swore he heard her whisper quietly to herself, "For now..." and leave, letting the screen door slam loudly in her trail.

Well that can't be good.

The room was deadly silent before his future self started packing up his things calmly. "We're loaded and on the road by midnight." Castiel gave him a long, hard stare before shaking his head and standing up to exit with Resa. "I'll get the grunts loaded up."

Aaaaaaaand SCENE! Well there you guys go. Chapter two! I promise it gets more interesting -and really sad- in the next chapter.

Tune in then, and I'll see you guys later!