Oh Heavenly Father, Oh Heavenly…Daughter?

Chapter 5

Castiel's POV

Castiel gaped up at his teary eyed daughter in shock. Shock quickly faded and turned to anger. Pain still shooting through his body from the Croat bites."What the h-hell do you think y-your doing here? Y-Your uncle and I s-s-specifically told you not to c-co-"

He cut off from his train of thought as the pain in his abdomen shot upwards fiercely, forcing him to lurch his head to the side and cough of an unhealthily large amount of blood.

Castiel heard his daughters' horrified squeal, causing a wave of shame and nausea to wash over him. He felt her gentle arms wrap around him, pulling his limp and slowly shutting down body into her arms.

Staring helplessly into the tear streaked face of his baby girl; he couldn't help the few tears that escaped his own eyes. "Dad..." Castiel heard her choke out through the sudden haze that had filmed over his eyes. "W-What happened to y-you?"

He felt his head loll back and forth uncontrollably. "W-Wa...Was attacked f-from… from behind w-while taking d-down a Croat." He managed out, voice becoming soft and fading. Her voice was getting farther away now as he heard his daughter wail desperatly. "D-Don't you dare die on me dammit! S-Stay with me dad!"

Eyes rolling back into his head, he let out a soft groan in attempt to follow her orders.

"Please d-don't leave me d-daddy…" He heard her whisper brokenly, far far away. "Please don't m-make me have t-to do it…."

A spark of fear that rocketed through the dying, bloody man in the arms of his young daughter caused him to jerk open his eyes one last time in question. "D-Do what?"

She just stared quietly down at him, face now void of all emotions but tears still at full stream.

Fear driving him further he demanded for an answer through his haze of pain. "Do w-what Charoum?"

She just sadly shook her head down at him, a dull look of resignation in her teary eyes. "Nothing daddy… just g-go to sleep now. Everything will be better soon. I'll make it all better, I promise." She cooed softly into his ear, gently rocking him back and forth in her arms as she did.

He stared up at her soft, pale face with a mixture of fear and confusion.

Not willing to give into the darkness she was promising just yet, he still demanded a little weaker then before, body starting shutting down in her arms. "D-Damnit Charoum Winchester, tell me w-what you m-meant!" He grunted out, blood splattered face determined.

Staring sorrowfully down at her father, she gave him a small, sad smile. "Don't worry 'bout it dad. I'm gonna fix everything." She gave him Dean's famous crooked smile.

Castiel felt a flash of pure horror shoot through him as he quickly translated that smile into what it really meant. 'I-Love-You-More-Than-Myself-And-I'll-Do-Anything-To-Save-You"

DON'T YOU DARE! He wanted to scream at his little girl, his sweet, far too innocent little girl. DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! But he didn't.

Well, couldn't really. His motor skills were now officially shot, along with his ability to speak. Sever blood loss does that to a person, you know? So he just stared helplessly up at his daughter as she gently rocked him back and forth in her arms, being forced to watch her own father die.

A final, calming wave of fatigue washed over him, he let out a small grunt, eyes rolling back into his head before closing completely.

He felt, though barely, the feeling of being pulled up against his daughter's torso. Her face burried inside the nape of his neck as she sobbed miserably, choking over and over into his deafening ear, "Don't worry daddy, I'll save you this time, I promise. I promise!"

Darkness fastly over taking him, he had only one last, meek plea left in him, a prayer. Something he hadn't done in years, and begged his father with ever last bit of his dying soul.

Save her Father, please. I beg of you… just save my baby girl.

And he was gone.

Char's POV

The broken hearted girl stared down blankly at the grayed face of her father, gingerly stroking it with the ends of her finger tips. She was at the moment, on her knees with the body of her dead father lying limply in her lap.

"Don't worry dad…I'll bring you back. I promise." She whispered softly for the sixteenth time to his corpse. She carefully pulled her blood coated leather jacket off her shoulders, wrapping it around his body before she gently laid his body back down on the floor.

Fingers gently tracing down the side of his face once more, she murmured softly, "Don't worry, I'll be right back." and weakly rose to her feet. Looking coldly around the blood splattered room, she lifelessly walked over too the building's back door to exit from and search for her uncle.

Her uncle. A deep scowl of hatred formed around her mouth as those words appeared in her mind.

I bet the bastard is just jumping for joy right now; he finally killed the GOD DAMN devil! She snarled on the inside; as she violently yanked open the heavy metal door. Walking zombie like around the long dead tree, she seethed to herself in her head as she continued her search.

But at what cost? Oh, that's right, THE LIFE OF HER FATHER AND ALL THOSE PEOPLE! Her anger bubbled over and she kicked a rusted old coffee can that had been in her path so hard, the loud screech of abused metal rang all around her as it soured in a perfect arch, yards away from her.

Scowling, she continued her walk, and as she slowly rounded the corner into something that vaguely resembled a vineyard, she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight before her. No less then sixty-five feet from her lay the dead body of her uncle. A horrorfied scream burst from her lungs by its own accord at the sight, all her previous anger and betrayal draining from her body, now replaced with unadulterated anguish.

"OH MY GOD, NO! UNCLE DEAN!" She screeched as loud as she could, lunging forward as fast as she could to his body. Falling hard to the ground, she quickly gathered the limp body up into her arms and shook him, "Uncle Dee? Damnit, don't you die on me too you son of a bitch!" She sobbed out hysterically. Char felt as if she were literally drowning in her own misery of loss.

Cupping both his cheeks, she dry heaved at how cold the felt. Gently lolling his limp head between her hands, Char nearly vomited right then and there as she heard the subtle 'crunch, crunch' noise rise from his neck.

Her face took on a dead appearance as she stared down at her dead uncle.

Sniffling loudly, she furiously wiped her eyes and stared with an almost dry smile on her face. "Well Dean, looks like I'm gonna have to pull off a two-for-one deal huh?"

When no answer came of course, she just smiled sadly before gracefully slinging the newly dead body over one shoulder, rising to her feet. "Yea, I thought so… Let's go get dad."

Wow… I made even myself cry a little with this chapter. Anyways, please feel free to leave your reviews and opinions. I'm not allergic to getting a lot of them you know ;).

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