Chapter 13

"All I want is to feel this way, to be this close, to feel the same…" – Toad the Wet Sprocket (All I Want)

Two days and no victims, to Dean this was the most unsettling thing on Earth right now. Sure, there were wars, oil crisis', and racial tension, but Ruby not killing after a certain pattern had been laid out on the table, now that was the most paranoia inducing problem he could ever dream up. He sighed and smoothed his hair back; his shirt was practically sticking to him after he had sat so long in front of Sam's laptop in a stuffy motel room with little to no air circulation. His eyes burned from staring at a bright screen for so long, researching for once, trying to find some connection to anything at all. He almost wished Crowley was there, so he could at least shed some light on what he'd found. He'd tried to summon the arrogant jackass King of Hell but no such luck had presented itself and Crowley never showed.

Dean had other things on his mind though, such as the baby that lay in wait inside of him. He felt his stomach for any sign of life and nothing happened. He blew air out of his cheeks and decided on another approach.

"Ok here goes," Dean said to his stomach below. "Listen kid I know what this feels like, here we are running around like chickens with our heads cut off and living our lives and I've been acting as if you don't exist…well I've been acting wrongly, because you DO exist, you're inside of me and I can't ignore you any longer. Now listen I've screwed up bad, I've screwed up everything I've ever tried or cared about, but you're the one thing I'm not going to screw up, I promise."

Dean waited, for what felt like an eternity. Then he felt it. The baby moved, it kicked…and it kept moving.

"I knew you could hear me." Dean smiled slightly, his hand making its way down to his stomach as he rubbed it gently, trying to tell the baby he was there. He no longer felt alone at that moment.

"Dean," Sam said as he entered the room. "Nobody's here who were you talking to?"

"The kid Sammy," Dean said, taking another sip of water, as much as he had tried to ignore the kid before he hadn't taken a sip of alcohol since he knew of her existence. "The kid…"

Sam smiled, he was glad Dean had finally accepted it.

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Castiel and Gabriel both arrived back at the motel a couple of hours later. They both had matters to attend to in heaven and had done so in a timely fashion. The boys had eaten breakfast already and were waiting for the angel's return before taking any other courses of action.

Gabriel had stated that since Ruby had kept quiet that they all needed another day off. Sam couldn't have agreed more. Dean and Cas were a bit indifferent to the idea, but reluctantly agreed, anything to make their brothers happy.

So that was how Dean found himself in a small shop with Castiel looking over antiquities and old baby items. He scanned the shelves looking at each beautiful toy that was placed upon them, the clothes too were beautiful. Dean theorized they'd been made by hand. He picked up a beautiful white dress, the material rubbed against his hands like silk. It was truly a remarkable piece, the dress was pure white with a black ribbon that tied it in the back, it was sleeveless and there was a small pattern of violets on the bottom. There was a matching hair piece that had been lying above it.

"Interested?" the older woman who ran the place asked him, a small smile crossing her face.

Dean nodded slightly, Cas came up beside him staring at the article of clothing as well.

"I assume it's for you guys' daughter," the woman smirked. "You two have that aura around you, like you care deeply for each other, I can tell these things, is she yours?"

"Yeah," Dean nodded. "She is."

"Well," the woman said. "She's lucky to have such a kind man for a father who'd buy her such a beautiful dress."

Dean smiled, he handed the woman the money, enough for the hairpiece and the dress. The woman handed him a bag with the pieces inside of it and Dean walked out with Cas without another word.

"She won't be able to wear it for awhile Dean?" Cas asked, still confused about the hunter's purchase.

"I want to have at least one nice thing in her life." Dean replied as the pair continued to walk down the street and into the park.

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Sam and Gabriel had a productive day as well, they had bought clothes and some toys for the twins. Sam proudly showed off what he'd bought and earned smiled and nods of recognition from both Dean and Cas. Sam had asked Dean what he'd bought and Dean had lied and replied that it was a new license plate for "baby", he didn't want anyone to know about the dress much less Sam to think he'd gone soft.

Which he hadn't, no way!

The four found themselves back at the motel around twilight. Dean hid the dress in his bag and folded it properly under his own clothes and tucked the hairpiece into a small pocket on the top of his bag. Gabriel had settled into bed early declaring he was tired and Sam offered to do the research for awhile. Dean had found himself on the hood of the Impala staring up at the sky and drinking another root beer. His thoughts hadn't consumed him tonight, for once his mind was clear as if the stars had come down and plucked away his thoughts one by one like daises.

"Gabriel used to tell me that stars were guardian angels," Cas said, suddenly appearing by the hunter's side. "Angels who were destined to watch people for all eternity, never to leave heaven, never to die, never to grow bored or old, just to watch."

"Sounds like a worthwhile life experience," Dena chuckled and replied sarcastically. "I'd get bored."

"The dress is beautiful Dean," Cas said. "She'll like it."

"My mom bought me an angel statue," Dean said. "She gave Sammy old army man toys; every kid needs something nice to pass along to their kids."

"I don't want her to serve heaven Dean," Cas said, Dean's breath hitched as he listened to the angel's plea, he felt as if he was being told a very special secret that only certain people were allowed to know whenever Cas told him anything he was feeling. "I want her to be like you, not a hunter, but I want her to think and I want her to feel and I don't want her to be "daddy's little soldier"."

"She won't Cas," Dean said, meeting the angel's gaze, their breathing almost in sync. "She's part of me isn't she, she'll think for herself."

The silence that followed after was only broken by Sam, he was yelling at the pair to get inside now.

"What is it Sammy?" Dean asked, his voice flooded with concern.

"There was a shooting star," Sam said. "Last time that happened, Anna fell, you think…you think another angel fell?"

"Too late to tell tonight," Dean said. "We'll head out tomorrow, find the crash site, if it was really a meteor there's no way they'd have it cleared by then."

Sam nodded, as much as Cas wanted to check it out Dean convinced him to stay. The lights went out in the room and the remaining three people in the room found sleep.

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Dean's phone rang, but it was on silent so it went straight to voicemail.

"Hey Dean it's Bobby, just wanted to know if you heard about that falling star, might be something worth looking into, Gimmie a call when you get this, bye."

Bobby Singer fought against his restraints; the ball gag was tight around his mouth as he struggled to speak. He looked around, tied to a chair, helpless at this point. His eyes fixed tightly on the woman that hung up the phone and let it fall to the table in a heap. She smirked, black eyes glistening with pride and evil, she walked over to him and grabbed him by the chin roughly, making sure his eyes never broke hers.

"Tell me everything you know about the Nephilim." Ruby smiled evilly.

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Aww Dean talked to his daughter and bought a dress how cute! He's coming around.

Sabriel cuteness too!

HAH! Bobby isn't Bobby on the phone, one mystery solved, one to go, was is really just a falling star?

More to come!