Cassie: I was thinking probably 13 maybe a little older. Still just a kid, but kinda mature. Over a year (but under Two) since Claudia's Death. I figure they probably spent at least a year putting a leash on John's alcoholism and anger issues. I can't talk about the rest of that paragraph, but I will be updating hopefully today or tomorrow with another flashback chapter concerning Stiles and Claudia.
As for Lydia I will explain. The way I see it, the conception of Lydia was not the result of sex. But Crowley did create Lydia in his genetic image. So she is not his vessel's daughter, and not exactly Fergus McLoed's daughter, but she is Crowley's daughter. Lydia is half demon, much like Sam was, maybe a bit more so. But not as much so as Jesse I don't think. She doesn't have any reaction to salt, but she's burned by holy water. She can't be excorcised, but reacts to other things, such as christo. All I will say concerning Stiles is that between him and Lydia, there is literally nothing they can not accomplish. Demon or not. ;)

Raven: Wow. Wow. Really really wow. You're awesome. You need to stop, you're making me blush!

Dana: *insert Misha "Oh hon" picture here* It makes me sad that I'm probably going to tear you apart with this story. I am so sorry. Whatever you do, don't read my other story "Hunters, Angels, Werewolves, oh my!", because it will hurt you, my dear little sweet pea.

Yaoi: HE IS VERY CONFUSED. NO ONE AT THE STATION WOULD TAKE HIM POLICE REPORT SERIOUSLY. IT'S SAD. HE STAYED UP FOR LIKE A WEEK BECAUSE HE WAS WORRIED SOMEONE HAD BROKEN IN. POOR PAPA.

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Dean gave a sniffle, instantly regretting it as he started coughing due to a chunk of something hitting his airway. Cas pulled him into a sitting position and he cringed as his stitches shifted. His coughing fit ended quickly and he sat staring at Cas. He got the message Dean was glaring and looked down to his lap as he started to speak.

"This is my fault."

"Shut up."

"I should've said something before leaving." Dean yanked his hand out of Cas' and snarled slightly.

"I mean it. Shut the hell up, Cas."

"No, Dean." Cas barked back. "Sam said I should let you know how I feel."

"You made yourself plenty clear-"

"Dean! I'm not leaving you. Never... I would stay by your side for eternity... Which is now a much more rational assertion." Dean read Cas, seeing if it seemed that he really meant it. But who knew with Cas? The angel seemed sure in this stance, but he didn't allow himself to relax just yet.

"Why?" Dean kept his face steel, not wanting to show that he was hopeful. Cas' face softened though.

"Because... you taught me to feel. And the worst feeling I've ever experienced is being without you. Demon or not, you mean everything to me." Dean could see Cas was genuine, and it made him feel vulnerable, so he looked away until he managed to gain his composure again.

"You mean that?" He gave a moment's pause, not long enough to answer. "You're not going to think things over and decide you're not down for this?" He asked, still guarded, now more than ever.

"Dean, I mean it. I'd do anything to ensure it." Cas sighed. "I hadn't noticed your condition until now, so things should not be especially different. I hadn't even felt a different... It must have something to do with my injured grace." Dean smiled just slightly.

"Actually, I can barely feel it when you're around too. It feels like, I don't know, that side of me is calmer around you. I think it likes you. Or something. Hell if I know..." Cas gave a few blinks before smiling softly.

"Does it?" Dean nodded, reluctantly, hesitantly, almost embarrassed, but tried to down play it.

"Uh, yeah, I mean like it's not aggressive towards you, even when you had a knife to my throat." Cas looked a sad, guilty look. "Uh, but I am getting kinda sick of it trying to hold your hand all the time..." Dean said, tone jovial, as if it were a lighthearted joke. Dean thought Cas would laugh but when the angel looked back he just frowned deeply.

"I had thought that was you..." Dean shrugged sheepishly.

"According to Crowley, it kind of is me, my emotions, personality, desires, just amplified and without as power inhibitions. Thus I'm unknowingly a touchy feely affectionate idiot. Nearly hugged Charlie for a good 10 minutes last time we saw her." Dean was worried he'd rambled but Cas smiled for a second before looking serious again.

"Dean, Why did Crowley have to be a part of this before me? Why go to him before coming to me...?" Dean sighed softly.

"He knew it would happen before we did. It was too late to stop it by then... We were dealing with Metatron, He figured I wouldn't die, and that he could bring it up after we killed the son of a bitch... But I did die. And so when Sam summoned him, saying I was dead, He knew I'd come back... like this. Sam didn't even know for a while. I just left with Crowley. Crowley said he could help me minimize the effects of it, but I didn't trust myself to stay... Sam found me a couple weeks later, locked me in the dungeon, called you. I broke out, we got into it... I might've tried to kill him, but it was just because Crowley had been giving me human blood injections to keep my feelings from burning out, and I missed a few, and so I was peeved, but then like 100 times worse. Well, uh, anyway, he managed to calm me down, and I managed to convince him I was okay before you got there... So... we just didn't tell you, so you know... you wouldn't smite me..." Dean sighed and gave an ashamed glance up at Cas. "I'm sorry Cas..." Cas gave a tender pained look.

"Dean I would never hurt you..." Dean sighed softly.

"I know, I know... I just... I was afraid of how you'd react..." Cas smiled.

"I would've at least been a bit less worried you were going to die. Wrongly apparently."

"Yeah, sorry... I was actually worried my stupid injuries healing was going to give it away. I was a bit relieved when Crowley said an alpha's scratches would take time to heal..." Cas spoke up quickly.

"Is that why he's here? To help with your injuries?" Dean shook his head.

"Nah, we really don't know why he's in town. All we know is he's on business and his family is here. Which honestly makes me suspicious of what that business is." Cas raised an eyebrow.

"He said he was just here to see his family." Dean nodded.

"He also said his wife got their kid in return for being a 'consultant'. And then an angel shows up asking 'where the demon is'. Something weird is going on. She wasn't looking for Crowley or she would've just said so, and why would angels be looking for some demon if they aren't going to go after Crowley? It'd have to be a heavy hitter for them to give a damn. Like some Alistair level bastard." Cas looked to be contemplating something.

"Or not a bastard at all..."

"What?" Cas looked back into Dean's eyes.

"Who are the only other Demon spawn we know of? Jesse who was born of possessed parents, and your brother and the others who were gifted with demonic abilities through ingestion of demon blood during a very physically formative time. If that girl is the result of a demon deal it's very likely Crowley's 'daughter' is the demonic entity my sister was looking for, that my siblings are still looking for." Dean's eyes were wide from the revelation Cas had laid on him.

"Cas, we can't let them find her. They wanted to kill Jesse, and he hadn't even hit puberty yet." Cas shook his head.

"They may have already realized it. Should we warn Crowley?" Dean shook his head.

"No, you go warn the mom, try to convince her to get out of town if you can. I'll wait for Sam to get back with Crowley, and fill them in. We'll be there as soon as possible." Cas bit his lip, looking at Dean's, but nodded.

"Will you be alright on your own?" He asked with worry rooted in his voice. Dean gave that ever-cocky grin that Cas had made sure was intact when he repaired Dean's soul, and it made him smile a bit too.

"Of course. Just until you get back."