Title: perching on the soul
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: Castiel/Dean
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 145
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, fledgling
Castiel watches with fierce determination to learn as Dean bathes the newborn, as he feeds her, as he holds her and hums lullabies.
"Wanna turn?" Dean asks, glancing up from her sleepy face. Her wings droop over his arms; they are tiny, yet. He does not see them.
"I am… I do not want to hurt her," Castiel says. He does not like this sense of nervousness. Even when he challenged Heaven, even when he faced Hell, he did not feel like this.
Dean smiles at him. "You're her dad, Cas." Dean does not say, you'll never hurt her. Dean does not say, you love her too much for that. Dean does say, "Come here and take this baby girl."
She looks up at him with bright hazel eyes. She falls asleep in his arms, and her wings flutter as she flies in a dream.