Chapter 11- Mommy Demon Daddy Angel
As morning began to lighten the sky, the small child lifted her head. Her hair had grown more over the course of the night, along with her height. As he lifted her up gently, she looked over at Meg, her fist being chewed. Fat tears started to drip down her cheeks, her chest hitching, under her little black and yellow bee bootie pajamas.
"Hey… what is it?" Castiel asked, puzzled.
"It's hungry genius." A rough voice groaned from the other end of the room. Castiel whipped around, a smile lighting his features.
"Meg!" He cried out, dashing over to her, careful not to jar the little creature against his chest.
"Clarence." Meg whispered, her eyes dull.
"How do you feel?" Castiel choked, then he froze at the odd feeling in him. What was wrong with his vessel?
"How do you think Clarence? Just pushed out your Nephilim. Not doing too good. But it's nothing to tear up over." Meg glared at him, she attempted to sit up but fell back with a groan. Castiel reached one hand up and wiped at the tears just beginning to leave his eyes.
"Let me see her, Cas." Meg whispered, panting through the pain.
"Meg. You need to rest more." Cas reminded her. "You almost died."
"I want to see my baby girl, dammit.. Now." Meg demanded, glancing at the door when it clicked open. Garth was in the door way with a tray in his hands, concern on his face.
"Hey. How are we doing in here?" Garth whispered, stepping inside.
"I swear I will kill the next person to ask that… Garth send Dean in." Meg grinned, weakly.
"What? Why? You don't like… oh… oh ha!" Garth stumbled over his words. Castiel set the baby down in Meg's waiting arms, Garth subtly snapping a couple pictures on his phone of the new parents. The two eternal beings totally weren't cooing over the new bundle in the black and yellow pajamas.
Meg was surprised by the emotions that rose in her as her child squirmed and made loud cooing noises. "Cas, what did you name Her? She asked, letting the child latch onto her bare chest.
Castiel blushed and shifted in his seat. "Talia."
Meg smirked at him. "You are lucky I like it."
She pinched his side and he yelped. Garth, approached, setting the tray down. " I'm going to let them know you are up."
"I won't be for long." Meg said, tucking her newborn to her and closing her eyes. Cas looked on, guilt on his face.
"Cas? Hey, I gotta ask. Why is it that half of her things are bees and roses?" Garth whispered.
Cas raised his head to answer but Meg beat him to it. "When Clarence was bat shit crazy, he had a thing for bees. Go ask Dean about that." She chuckled low, Castiel blushing brightly.
"And the roses… Meg is just like a rose. Her true form that is. Thorns, horns, and beauty." Cas said.
"What did I say about poetry, Clarence?" Meg groaned. Garth laughed as he let the door click shut behind him. He needed to hear Dean's bee story.
*Part One Ends HERE.*