I had so many ideas for this story yesterday at work! Got a little bit of research to do for it, but hopefully it'll all work out! Taking a nod from the show ;) but not yet, right now, we get this:

Dean's stomach was churning, and he knew he was grasping Faith far too tightly to be anything but painful. He'd stopped singing out loud for fear that if he opened his mouth again, he would blow chunks everywhere. But Faith looked so happy, up in the air, the wind in her face, her wings wide open behind her.

'You were right,' she admitted to Dean. 'They don't ache any more. But I can't have them out all the time, can I? Humans would talk. Other hunters would kill me.'

Dean nodded weakly, trying not to look down.

'Dad? Are you okay?'

'Mmm-hmmm.'

She laughed.

'You're almost as bad as Dax! Well, maybe not, at least you said yes.' She sighed and slowly lowered Dean to the ground, stepping gently on the floor. Dean immediately reeled back, accidentally stumbling into Castiel, who wrapped his arms around Dean.

'Are you okay?' Castiel murmured.

'I will be.' Dean gasped, bending forward as he sucked in air. 'Faith's got a firm grip.'

'She is nephilim,' Castiel shrugged. 'Super strength.'

'Like, how super?' Faith asked, finally giving Castiel some attention. Castiel looked at her, and hesitated.

'The answer will entirely depend on your intentions, Siobhan.'

'Faith,' she corrected him. 'Could I take you on?'

Castiel sighed.

'I'm not going to fight you.'

'Wuss,' Faith muttered. Dean looked up at her, squinting as he finally levelled out his breathing.

'Cas isn't a wuss, Faith. This has gotta stop,' he stood up straight, taking Castiel's hand and tugging him closer to her. 'Cas isn't the bad guy, right?'

'You're pissed at him too!' Faith shot back.

'Maybe, but Faith, it's too much. You're not holding anything against me, why do it to him?'

Faith looked between them for a moment, then rolled her eyes.

'Okay, I get it, you want me to like my new stepdaddy, but it's not going to work.'

'New ste- Faith, Cas is your mom, I thought you knew that? And yeah, I'm mad at him, but over you, Faith. What's your excuse?'

Faith looked between the two men again, and then laughed hysterically.

'Yeah, a guy's my mom, good one! Dax is right, this whole thing is so messed up.'

Castiel gazed at his daughter, as Dean shifted beside him.

'Shi-Faith,' Castiel forced himself to correct it this time. 'Do you honestly not remember any of your childhood?'

She shook her head slowly, the laughter dying, as Castiel and Dean swapped a look.

'Could work,' Dean shrugged. 'I've always got the photographs.'

'If she'll let me try,' Castiel sighed.

'Uh-uh, no talking in code, tell me straight what you're thinking.' Faith folded her arms across her chest. Castiel stepped forwards slowly.

'I could try to access the memories, or give you mine. You were told many things Faith, and you made decisions even when you were very small, and it would be helpful if you could remember any of it.'

'This isn't going to be like you forcing my wings out, is it?' She stepped back slowly. 'Because I sure as hell won't let you touch me if it is.'

'It may be slightly uncomfortable,' Castiel admitted. 'Your wings only hurt because they'd been buried for so long.'

'Then no fucking way. Where are these pictures?'

Dean nodded into the bunker, and led the way back inside, heading back into his bedroom and opening his underwear drawer, tossing boxers aside as he rooted through. Castiel stood close beside him, as Faith looked around his room, at his knife display on his wall and the gun collection he kept close by.

'Where the hell are they?' Dean eventually growled, slamming the drawer shut. 'They were in there!'

He pulled out his cell phone and dialled, holding the phone to his ear and glaring at the floor.

'Sammy? You been in my room lately? … Well, I want them! Bitch.'

He hung up, and tossed the cell phone on the bed,

'Sam has them, he'll bring them up in a second. He was showing Dax.'

'God, I hope there's no naked ones then,' Faith groaned. Dean's bad mood broke as he smirked.

'Guess it's too late if there are. So you and he haven't … I mean, you're teenagers-'

'No offense, Dad, but like I'm going to share that with you.'

'She already said, last night.' Castiel shrugged. 'When she walked in on us-'

'And I'm trying to repress that image, thank you Castiel!'

'She's pure.' Castiel nodded at Dean. 'You can stop imagining ways to torture Dax.'

Sam walked sheepishly into the room at that point, the wad of photographs in his hand. He passed them to Dean who snatched them quickly, shaking his head at his brother.

'How'd you even know they were there?'

'Because I've lived with you my whole life. And because for the last fifteen years, you haven't always been capable of dealing with the basics. I've got you dressed more than once. I found them a couple of years ago.'

Dean just glared at Sam for a moment, as Sam rubbed his palms along his thighs, and looked over at Faith.

'Okay, I get it, family moments. I'm going to show Dax the books the Men of Letters kept, he's really interested in what they used to study. Charlie's looking into the main computer, she keeps talking about updating it or simulating Skyrim or something in the bunker. I'm hoping it's just for Dax's amusement, but well, just a heads up incase some kind of anime samurai walks through the door.'

'Seriously, Uncle Sam, did that sentence sound normal to you?' Faith smirked. Sam grinned back.

'Sweetie, if you heard half of our stories, that would be the most normal thing I could've said. Besides, you're a hunter, you must've seen some crazy stuff?'

Faith shrugged, sitting down on Dean's bed as Dean slid next to her.

'I guess.'

'I'll leave you guys to it,' Sam smiled, and clapped a hand on Castiel's shoulder before leaving the room. Dean passed the stack of pictures to Faith, who flicked through slowly, studying each image, oblivious to Dean's arm around her shoulder, to Castiel sitting beside her and leaning his head against hers.

'Remember anything?' Dean asked, about the time they got to the pictures of her first birthday.

'Nothing solid.' Faith's voice shook. Dean and Castiel realised at the same time that she was crying.

'Faith?' Dean asked her gently, kissing her cheek.

'We were really happy, weren't we?' She sniffed, looking at a picture of Dean holding a tiny baby with a pink, conical Princess hat strapped on her head, and cake crumbs all around her face. Castiel was in the picture too, his arms around Dean and the baby, his head resting by her head.

'We were. And we can be again, right?'

She nodded, and sniffed again, and Dean pressed a kiss to her temple as she flipped to the next photograph, of Castiel holding her close and smiling down at her, his eyes ablaze with love. And the baby in his arms was reaching for his face, her expression earnest as she stared at Castiel. Faith looked sheepishly at Castiel, who was looking at the photograph with interest.

'Did you take that one, Dean?'

'No, must've been Cassandra.'

'And Cassandra is?' Faith turned to Dean, glad the moment she might have to choke out an apology had passed.

'Okay, we're going to have to start from the beginning, aren't we?' Dean cuddled closer, reaching out for Castiel as well.

Faith's head felt crammed full of information. Dean and Castiel had explained the best way they could how they ended up having her, how she was left with Cassandra for her own good, how she came to them after Cassandra died, even how she had once had a werewolf as her temporary babysitter.

But it wasn't over yet, Castiel had insisted that they take her into her old bedroom, to see if that was going to trigger any memories. And even though she knew the second she walked into the room that it was the kind of room she loved as a child - and definitely one she would have wanted in the orphanage - something still felt off.

And now Dean had left the room, and it was just Castiel and Faith, sitting on the tiny, child-sized bed, Faith cuddling a cushion as Castiel held a hand on her shoulder. She could hear him, but he wasn't speaking. It wasn't quite like the mind reading she could do, it was different. Castiel was placing his thoughts in her head, and she could answer back. He promised that they used to communicate this way a lot, that there were things Castiel needed to tell Faith that humans would not be able to cope with.

And Faith had never wished to be a mere human more than listening to what Castiel had to say, hearing about the angelic wars and exactly where they both fit into them, especially now God was back.

Because there was a purpose to God asking Castiel to watch for her. Of course there was. Castiel didn't know what it was, but he didn't question God at all. And Faith just had to wait for instructions, and then follow them blindly, and that left a bad taste in her mouth. If Dean heard Castiel speaking … that was the point to this discussion though, Faith knew, Dean wasn't meant to find out about any of it. Because for her mother, God came first.

Faith knew Castiel could hear all her doubts and her distaste as she reacted, but he pushed on anyway. Eventually though, she pulled away, hugging the cushion tightly and scowling at the floor.

'Faith?' Castiel asked gingerly, managing to call her by the name she chose. She didn't acknowledge the gesture.

'It's too much, okay? It's been less than twenty-four hours, I just … I need some time to process this. I need to talk to Dax. Sorry, Mom.'

She stood up quickly, hurrying out of the bright pink room, and dashing through the labyrinthian hallways of the bunker, unsure where she'd find her boyfriend. She stumbled into a room eventually, that she hadn't been in before. It was bare, except for a suit hanging up on the wardrobe door, charcoal grey with a white shirt. A deep blue tie was looped around the collar, and a trenchcoat hung loosely over the shoulders. It was the only thing in the room, but it made her stop, just for a moment. There was something familiar about it, more than seeing Castiel wearing it in many of the clothes. The fact it was left in this room Faith felt sure had some kind of significance. She started poking around in the pockets, and found a list in a hastily scribbled hand, a lot of items crossed off on it, until it said one word. "Europe?"

'Hey,' Sam's voice came from the doorway. Faith turned around, and saw her uncle leaning against the doorframe. 'Are you okay?'

'It's a lot to take in,' Faith admitted. Sam nodded, running a hand through his thick grey hair.

'But you're doing good with it. You took to flying okay, and you believed us pretty quickly.'

'I could hear Dad's thoughts. I heard yours in that factory too,' Faith admitted, as Sam smirked. 'I knew you weren't lying to me.'

'Bet that's helped with hunting so far.' Sam observed.

'Yeah, it's why I haven't done the whole research thing. I can work people out.'

'Then you know I mean it when I say that, if you need anyone to talk to because your parents are pissing you off, I'm here. Just leave my crap alone. And don't turn me into a hamster.'

Faith burst out laughing.

'I did that?'

'I'm still scarred.'

'Thanks, Uncle Sam. It means a lot.'

'It's okay, kid,' he opened up his arms and Faith gladly rushed across the room, into his arms. 'If it helps at all, you're my favourite niece.'

'I'm your only niece,' Faith pointed out, smirking, and Sam shook his head.

'Only one still alive.'

'I had a sister?' Faith asked eagerly, and Sam shrugged.

'Half. Part amazon.'

'What happened to her?'

'She was raised to kill Dean. So I killed her.'

'That's not helping with the information overload,' Faith pointed out. 'Or feeling the warm fuzzies from finding my family.'

'Relax, I only did it because Dean choked. It wasn't the same deal, Faith. She grew up in three days by women who set out to kill their fathers. Your situation is so different. We're going to protect you, I promise.'

'And I should just believe you?' She asked, and he lowered his face, pouting slightly, turning on an old charm.

'Yeah, you should.'

Faith rolled her eyes.

'I don't think it's going to help, Uncle Sam.'

'Of course it will. We're the Winchesters.'