Chapter 19
Castiel
I have often wondered what it would be like to have offspring of my own, but I know that is an impossibility, being an Angel of the Lord. Lucia and I have gotten better at 'enjoying' ourselves in the 'bedroom,' but every so often, I wonder what could possibly come of our relationship, considering what we are. As it is, we are breaking many Heavenly Laws, 'sleeping' together, as the humans say. Which is a ridiculous term, considering very little sleep is usually involved.
I stood in the doorway of Liberty's room and listened to her breathe, deep in sleep. I could see the outlines of her face, her chubby cheeks and the ringlets in her blonde hair. She was quite beautiful, as far as children go, and I could see that she would have abilities very similar to her mother as she grew older. She was addicting to be around; her happiness flowed out of her and into others while she was awake. While she was sleeping, the serenity that she felt seeped through the halls and into her siblings as well. Grace and Dean's firstborn was a very talented creature, indeed.
Silently, I walked to Glory's room. She was harder to distinguish in the dim light, so I walked closer to her crib and leaned over slightly. The warm glow from her nightlight sent shadows of her silhouette across the wall. While Liberty resembled Grace very much with her high, arched eyebrows and full lips, I could see more Dean in Glory. Her hair was darker and the structure of her face was more defined. Glory and Liberty, both, had inherited their father's green eyes and dimple in their left cheek when they smiled. She was too young, still, to get an accurate read on what her abilities might be, but I could tell that her happiness would be contagious as well. Glory was the eternally happy twin, always in a good mood and eager to be around everyone in the family. I walked out of her room quietly and moved towards Everett's room.
Everyone, including Lucia, knew that the only person permitted to hold or feed Everett was Grace. Dean referred to him as a "Momma's Boy" but I knew it was deeper than that. Everett and Grace shared a bond that I think not even they understood, but it was closely related to Grace's dependence on The Mark of Cain. During their stint in Hell, Grace and Serendipity were tortured beyond reason, and I truly believe that Grace's recovery was to be credited to Everett's abilities. I hadn't yet told Dean, but I knew his son inherited many attributes from The Mark, one of them being a dependence on Grace. They would be linked for the entirety of their lives, and I hoped that somewhere, another nephilim would be produced to eventually find Dean's son.
I approached him slowly, hearing Dean's warning in my mind. For the love of God, stay out of Everett's room. I knew the infant would most likely not wake in my presence, so I ventured further into the dim. I stared momentarily, silently watching his chest raise and lower with each breath he took. The Winchester genes were strong in Everett. His hairline, eyebrows, and lips were Dean completely, expression finding his forehead even while he slept. He smiled in his sleep and I could see the telltale Winchester dimple in both cheeks as the smile faded again. I glanced around his room, having never really spent any time in his room and I smiled to myself as I saw small models of vintage cars lined up on his dresser and a framed magazine cover from 1967 of the original Chevy Impala that Dean valued so highly.
Turning back to Everett's crib, I tilted my head, shocked that I was seeing his bright blue eyes staring back at me. I smiled gently at him, willing him to stay quiet. Dean would be very angry with me if he figured out that I was the one to wake his son. Barely moving at all, I decided the best route would be to simply disappear as I had so many times before, heading straight back to Lucia.
Again alone in his room, Everett sucked on his fingers, looking around for Castiel. He rubbed his face slightly and made a face, deciding to look for Grace instead. Not seeing her in the immediately vicinity, he took a deep breath, ready to call his mother. He yawned instead, sleep taking him once more.