Hiya! And welcome back to chapter 4! This will be the last chapter on this story, but I will do an epilogue, because I can and I think Cas and Dean being parents is the cutest thing ever!
Chapter 4
Dean's P.O.V
"We're here!" I shouted over the railing of the bunker, announcing our presence proudly. I practically skipped down the steps, sliding my hand over the railing -the thought of sitting on the railing and sliding down a possibility- and the stupidest grin spread on my face. Teeth showing, dimples deep, man I looked like I had just won the lottery! Oh But I had won something so much better.
Cas followed me slowly kicking the door closed behind him. He carried the car seat in, focusing on not rocking the sleeping baby inside. Jo was wrapped up in a little white blanket, with a yellow and blue duck print. She was snoozing, but the change from the car had woken her daze. She had slept almost the entire 10 hour car ride back to the bunker. She was an angel... actually scratch that -most of them are dickheads.-
I skipped the last two steps and was instantly greeted by my brother and Charlie, all smiles and open arms, waiting impatiently for a hug. I gave Charlie a quick squeeze, she giggling in response. I could feel her shaking with excitement, her attention turning to Cas as he still slowly made his was down the stairs. I stopped and looked up at my little brother... up, damn I hated that he was taller.
"Congratulations old man." He winked, but pulled me in for a back slapping hug. You couldn't slap the grin off my face even if you tried. I could feel the soreness of my cheek bones from that stupid smile. It was like it was glued there. Charlie squeaked, causing me to let go of Sam.
"Oh my gods... she's so freaking cute!" Her voice could have easily gone a whole octave higher. I chuckled as she bent down to the car seat. Cas rested the seat down and just gazed at his new daughter. He smiled, teeth showing, his eyes sparkling like a thousand stars. Sam squatted down pushing back the clothed roof to get a clear view of his new niece.
She squirmed slightly, her face scrunching as she tried to get comfortable.
"Uncle Sammy... Aunt Charlie.." Charlie looked up at me wide-eyed and mouth gaped open. I shrugged and grinned. The look of pure joy showed up on her face.
"Meet Johanna Maryell Winchester." Sam beamed proudly and I had to say, it was nothing compared to the beam on Cas' face. I mean his shoulders were broad, his chest out, a fondness no words could describe plastered on his face. His eyes twinkled and his smile softened, a look that made my heart slam against my ribcage repeatedly.
"Can I hold her?" Sam asked giddily. He looked like a five year old being given their first puppy. I gingerly lifted Jo from her seat, she stirring from the touch. Her little fingers pushed through the blanket and stretched out to touch my index finger. Her entire hand could barely wrap around my one finger.
God she was so tiny. I mean even at 8 months old, she was so behind. Her mother, which I barely considered a mother, had been living out on the streets. An old drunk who smoked too much and was supposedly involved with some bad people. That's why Jo was so small. The bitch had put her- my daughter in danger! Jo was only born at 32 weeks, and spent a month in the NICU. She didn't have any health issues, that were clear -thank god- but she was behind in growth.
But I got to tell you. There was no word in the whole world that would describe the feeling of this. It was something no one believed until they became a parent. I did not think I could love someone more, until her tiny baby blue eyes met my green ones. Until her pink lips opened into a little yawn that grew into a gummy smile.
I realized that I was supposed to give her to Sam. But my arms were stiff. I didn't want to let her go. Not now, not ever, but Sam grunted impatiently.
"Alright!.. bitch." I smirked. He mouthed 'jerk' and looked down at his niece. Jo's expression changed from the smile to wide-eyed curiosity. Like she was fascinated with him. She grasped the edge of her blanket, tugging his hair softly towards her mouth. Sam reached up and pulled it from her mouth. Compared to my own hands, his were twice the size! But she didn't seem timid with the giant in front of her.
"Okay quit hogging the baby! My turn!" Charlie joked, although she held out her hands completely unamused when Sam turned his back on her, hiding Jo in his arms.
Charlie was talking to her in a hush whisper. I could only make out the words 'nerd' and 'Hermione.' Sam grinned at me.
"You did pretty good Dean." I nodded.
"I know." He chuckled and turned to give Cas a quick hug.
"We did better though!" Sam nearly squealed this pointing down the hallway. My face dropped in confusion as Cas's head tilted. Charlie turned back at us, rocking Jo and nodding in excitement. Suddenly, I began to wonder what dumbass prank my brother had pulled on me. He motioned us to follow. I reached to take Jo back in my arms, but Charlie jerked away, rushing to follow Sam to the bedrooms.
He stopped at the white door, Charlie stopping behind him. He nodded his head towards the door.
"Go in." He stated simply. This was just an extra men of letter's room. We had 5 or 6 of them.
Cas slowly turned the knob and slowly opened the old door with a creak. His faced dropped in shock, his eyes wide and his smile spreading. He stepped in, for me to follow.
The room was amazing. All our crap that we had bought, all set up and laid out neatly. Cas spun around laughing.
"You did this!?" He pointed to Charlie and Sam. They nodded in unison.
"Looks good, huh?" Charlie leaned in. I grinned, absolutely speechless. I could not ever remember I time where I was this happy.
She held out her arms, Jo squirming towards me as I took her gently.
"Hey Jojo. Check out your new room." I said taking her around. She squirmed, fully awake and ready to move. I chuckled, unwrapping her blanket. I sat down on the rug. Everyone else gathered around us as I sat her down. She rolled and twisted for a minute before sitting up on her own.
"Well look at you champ!" She looked at me and giggled so hard that she fell over again. The room was filled with light hearted laughter, as she pushed herself up again.
Cas came around and sat down across from me. She began to scoot towards him in little bounces. Cas beamed. He held out his hands and moved closer. Jo looked up at him and smacked his hand with her own. It was so small, her palm resting against his. She beamed up at him.
I chuckled and looked up at Cas. He didn't say anything. Just smiled.
2 Days Later...
I sat on the couch, the bunker completely silent. Finally.
Sam and Charlie were out on a hunt. They had left in the early morning hours, to drive two hours to some redneck town with a werewolf. Nothing out of the ordinary... well for us anyway. I shifted ever so slightly, really hoping that it wouldn't wake Jo.
She had been refusing to sleep unless she was in our arms. And by 'our,' I meant me. She'd get fussy as soon as she went to Charlie or Sam, but she settle down with me. And Cas...
It's day three of being parents, and he still hasn't held her. And this annoyed me, if I was being honest. I was not going to be left alone like this. We made this decision together, and we were going to go through it together, because god dammit!
But I knew it wasn't neglect that plagued Cas. He was too protective for that. But, something bothered him, and I was going to get to the bottom of it.
She cooed softly in her light daze, but that meant she was about to wake up. I inhaled taking in the last few seconds of blissful silence, before she woke up with a start.
"Please. Not today." I whispered gruffly. You could almost hear my eye roll. She slowly seemed to calm down, but her face still red as tears fell with a soft wail. I lifted her up against my shoulder and bounced her and rubbed her back softly. That always seemed to work. It worked with Sammy. I began to hum 'Dust in the Wind' by Kansas, hoping it will soothe her. It worked.
I repositioned her back into my arms and finally felt relaxed as I sat back onto the couch. I closed my eyes, still trying to process everything. And the silence helped. Until the bunker door creaked closed.
"Dean?" My eyes opened reluctantly -could you tell I was tired?-
"Hey." I whispered, motioning to my sleeping girl. He smiled softly at her.
"You look tired."
"Really? What gave it away?" Cas rolled his eyes and began to walk past, to drop off the groceries in the kitchen.
"Cas hold on!" I jumped up... well as best as I could without waking the fussy little monster in my arms. He turned to me and glanced down at Jo and then back up at me.
"I can take to food. You can hold her." I suggested, more like enforced. I wanted him to just hold her. Then he'd understand.
"Really Dean. I can take this." He held up the bags and began to turn, but I gripped his shoulder and spun him around.
"Cas, just take her!" I nearly snapped. He furrowed his eyebrows, the same way he does when he's frustrated.
"I-I... can't." Oh lord. He stumbled over his words and almost backed away.
"Why?" I didn't ask, as much as I demanded. He exhaled. I narrowed my eyes, locking my knees. He had to be real careful what he would say next.
"... It's not that I don't want to, Dean... I just... what if she doesn't like me? What if I drop her?" His eyes widened, horrified. I snorted.
"Cas, you're being stupid. You won't drop her. And she's not going to hate you." He nodded with a small gulp. The ex angel had killed hundreds of monsters and had come close to wiping out have of heaven. And he was afraid of holding his daughter.
Slowly I held out my arms, nearly thrusting Jo in his arms. He paused and watched the expression on Jojo's face change. With a slight nod, he opened his arms.
I felt the weight release on my arms as Cas took Jo. Jo immediately opened her eyes with a little fuss by the new scent and pair of strong arms. Cas nearly jumped, but relaxed as she settled down. The tiniest smile turned the corners of his lips upward.
"Hi Johanna." Cas whispered. Jojo snuggled into his chest happily situated with the new arms holding her. I grinned.
"See? Not so bad." Cas didn't answer. He was lost in a trance watching Jo let out a yawn. I stepped closer, sheltering little Jo in our towering bodies. Cas kissed my forehead and smiled at me. At look in his eyes made my legs turn to mush.
"You can go take the groceries." Cas grunted, sitting down in his arm chair. I threw my head back with a laugh, only to be shushed by Cas. I grabbed the bags and went into the kitchen.
I shoved boxes in cupboards and fruit into the fridge. I stuck an apple in my mouth as I threw out any bad leftovers and tossed one of Sam's salads into the trash. He would be pissed later, but I had to make room for my blueberry pie. I pulled out a nasty looking little jars of baby food that Cas had picked out. I was not about to let my girl eat this shit. She was a Winchester. Which meant she was going to eat like a Winchester... and Sam did not count.
God, it's like he's part rabbit sometimes.
I trudged back towards the library, my apple core still in my mouth. My eyes blink slowly. I felt exhausted.
I paused at the large arch way. In the arm chair, feet propped on the table, was Cas. He had pulled off his trench coat and wrapped him and Jo in it. His head was fallen to the side, Jo curled his arms, the both of them sleeping soundly.
I took a double take to make sure this was all real. I had a husband. I had a daughter. A little girl whose entire life depended on mine!
But there they were. The dream I've always longed for, but never once imagined I'd get.
Hope you enjoyed! Epilogue will be out next! Review please! Until next time,
-Daisy
