Chapter 6 Past to Present
Dean, Sam and Carrie Beth were gathered around the table again, but this time Carrie Beth was involved in the conversation. Sam watched as Dean unconsciously rubbed Carrie Beth's neck and shoulders. He wanted to point out that Dean had not stopped touching her since the brief moment she thought they were siblings, but he decided he would wait until later.
"Are you sure Bobby was your father?" Sam asked Carrie Beth.
"No, I'm not sure. But the man in that photo is the man whom my grandmother kept a picture of in the shoebox. What was his full name?"
"Bobby Singer," Dean said staring at the man in the photo. "He was a great man, but he had a hard past. He would have been a great father if he knew you existed."
"Tell us what you remember from your childhood," Sam said.
"I lived with my grandmother. I always have. I remember asking her when I was six or seven why I didn't have a mom and dad like the other kids in school, but she never gave me a good answer. She would say that they couldn't take care of me so she did or that they knew I would be better off with her than with them."
"Well she was right on that part. Living with her kept you out of this lifestyle and let you grow up to be more than just a hunter," Dean said. "If you had been raised by Bobby and Ellen… you'd probably be dead."
"Tell me about them," she said.
"Ellen and Bill Harvelle owned the roadhouse bar and grill. It was a place that hunters frequented and Bill himself was a hunter before…"
Sam cleared his throat and picked up where Dean stopped. "Before he was killed in a hunt gone bad."
"Who's the other girl?"
Sam smiled. "That's Jo. She was Ellen and Bill's daughter… your half-sister I guess."
"You've got Ellen's nose and chin and her spirit for sure, but your eyes… they are definitely Bobby's," Dean said staring at her.
"What happened to them?" she asked glancing back at the photo.
"Another hunt gone bad. They both died soon after this photo was taken. Bobby, he uh, he died from another hunt."
She stared at the photo for a moment, contemplating what they had told her so far. "It seems like everyone in your lives has been killed."
"A good many," Dean said. "We've actually been killed a couple of times ourselves, but God keeps bringing us back to fight the good fight. We have a destiny or some shit that we have yet to fulfill."
"How old are you Carrie Beth?" Sam asked.
"Thirty-three."
He glanced at Dean. "She's older than Jo."
Dean stared at him for a moment. "Well I'll be damned," he finally said. "That would explain why Ellen didn't tell Bobby."
"Explain what? I don't understand," Carrie Beth said.
"Jo was five or six when her dad died. If you are their daughter then Ellen would have had you before she had Jo with Bill. She was probably trying to cover up a relationship with Bobby when she sent you away. You and Jo couldn't have been more than ten or eleven months apart."
Sam nodded. "That would make the most sense. Bobby and Ellen had a moment of loneliness and Ellen got pregnant with Carrie Beth. She gave Carrie Beth up to keep her from Bill and out of the life, but she couldn't do that with Jo because Bill was her father."
"I suddenly feel incredibly unwanted," Carrie Beth said.
"Don't… don't feel like that," Dean said sliding his hand up and down her arm. "You got to do something with your life and you haven't been exposed to all the mayhem we have been. You have been innocent for so long and I hate that it's crashing down around you like this right now."
"But it's the way it was supposed to be," another male voice came from within the room.
"Damnit Cas," Dean yelled at the sudden appearance of a dark haired man in a trench coat. "Is it so hard to give us a call and let us know you are coming?"
"Telephones confuse me. It is much simpler to just appear where you are than fiddle with the phone."
"Cas, this is Carrie Beth, Carrie Beth this is Castiel. He's an… angel," Sam said.
"Well I guess with all the horrible things that you have introduced me too there had to be something nice."
"Oh no," Dean said pushing away from the table, "don't let this jackass fool you. Angels are dickheads with wings. They aren't good or nice and they sure don't have the best interest of the human race at heart."
"That's enough Dean," Castiel said. "Have you and Carrie Beth procreated yet?"
Dean's eyes narrowed. "Why in the hell would you ask something like that Cas? Huh? It's none of your damn business what Carrie Beth and I have done."
"Dean, it is important that you procreate with her and soon…"
"Angel man there will be no procreating. I just met him for goodness sakes!"
"I'm with Carrie Beth," Dean said crossing his arms across his chest. "Why are you here Cas? Besides making everyone incredibly uncomfortable."
"I was sent to check on your progress with Carrie Beth. If you cannot impregnate her soon then the expectation will be moved to Sam…"
"Over my dead body!" Dean yelled.
Carrie Beth pushed back from the table and walked quickly to Dean. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pushed her face into his shoulder. "I see what you mean about being a dickhead," she said.
"I think Cas and I need to talk privately," Dean said. "Sam why don't you play chess with Carrie Beth, I would love to see her beat you at your favorite stupid game."
"Uh… sure," Sam said, "let's go to the other room Carrie Beth."
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"You can't just pop in here and start talking about knocking somebody up Cas, damn I thought I had taught you better."
"I'm sorry Dean, but she has to be pregnant soon or the prophecy will change."
"She has a vampire hunting her right now because of something a father she never met did and now you are telling her that she has to have my baby and soon. What the hell is going on Cas and don't tell me about prophecy nonsense?"
Castiel sighed. "Ellen Harvelle was chosen to produce the mother of the chosen one. A human that would be born to the great vessel of the Lord and his one true pairing. You are the great vessel of the Lord Dean as you already know and Carrie Beth is your one true pairing."
"How do you know it wasn't Jo? Huh? She was Ellen and Bill's daughter or does this one true thing only apply to someone who is living."
"Jo was the product of Ellen and William Harvelle, Carrie Beth is the daughter of Ellen and Robert Singer and she is your one true pairing because of her lineage."
"Ellen and Bobby were married? Well that doesn't make a damn bit of sense."
"They were married as God intended, not with a piece of paper from man. It was always the intention for Carrie Beth to be removed from their care and left with the woman she called her grandmother until the time was right for the two of you to meet and reproduce. Unfortunately the woman died prematurely and you endured the mark before she could be located. Time is passing rapidly and the chosen one must be conceived and soon or the prophecy will change and all of our planning will have been for nothing."
"Where the hell do you get off Cas? Huh? You pop in here spouting prophecies and nonsense about Ellen and Bobby… you know we won't let you make decisions or plans for us," Dean yelled. "Besides, I can't be a father. Even if I wanted to have a kid with Carrie Beth… I couldn't keep it safe or support them… this prophecy was doomed from the beginning and you dickheads should have thought this through before you started making plans for other people."
"Why do you have to be so difficult Dean? She is pleasing to the eye and I know you lust for her. Have sex with her again without the use of the prevention device and she will conceive. We will take care of her and all of her needs until she gives birth and then the child will be ours to protect."
Dean threw a punch at Cas's face and recoiled quickly. "Damn it, I think I broke my hand," he whispered in pain. "I am not going to be that kind of father," Dean said in a deadly serious whisper. "You will not dictate how my life will be lived and don't you dare mention another option in Sam because he is not touching Carrie Beth."