December 12, 2031

Weeks After Conception: 15 (3 months, 2 weeks)

It took over a day for them to travel to Bobby's house. As usual Castiel had followed the brothers' Impala with Emily in his car.

The ride had dragged on. Emily had slept most of the way which had left Castiel with mostly just the radio and his thoughts to keep him company.

He spent a lot of time pondering over what the demon had said about his baby's future. He had never heard of such prophecy before. Castiel couldn't understand why he hadn't. Usually things like this were foretold hundreds of years or more ahead of time. It should have been something he'd heard of as an angel. Not so specific as that he'd have a daughter who would rid the world of demons, but that someone would find a way.

Until the day before Castiel hadn't even wondered if someone could shut the gates of Hell. He'd always assumed it to be impossible.

Now that he knew it could be done, that his child could do it, he was in awe.

No wonder the demons didn't give up chasing them. Their freedom would end when his daughter fulfilled her destiny.

The knowledge made Castiel feel even more protective, something he also thought to be impossible before.

When Bobby's old two-story house came into view Castiel put his hand on Emily's left shoulder and shook her a little.

As she stirred Castiel smiled. "We're here."

"Finally." Emily sat up in her seat and stretched. "That felt like the longest ride in my life."

"How? You slept through most of it."

"It just did."

"You're anxious to see the place, aren't you?" questioned Castiel.

Emily nodded. "Sounded pretty cool from what Sam mentioned. Have you been here before?"

"A few times," answered Castiel. "But not since two thousand and ten."

He drove his car up beside the Impala and put in park.

As soon as Castiel did he shut off the engine and he and Emily joined Sam and Dean by the house's front door.

Dean had opened the door by the time they'd climbed the steps and the group entered together.

When they did, the musty smell of uncirculated air hit Castiel like a wall. They appearance of the house was even worst. Spider webs covered every corner of the rooms Castiel could see and there were inches of dust on every surface in sight.

"You guys haven't been here for a long time, I assume," Castiel said.

Sam shook his head. "Not since Bobby died."

"Why not?" inquired Emily.

Sam shrugged. "No reason to until now."

Castiel watched as an unusually quiet Dean walked into Bobby's Library and ran his hand lightly over the desk. Clumps of dust fell to the ground as he did so.

Castiel knew the real reason Sam and Dean hadn't come back until that point. The house wasn't the same without Bobby around. It was as empty as it looked.

The house had been like their home when Bobby was alive, but without him, Castiel figured, it probably just felt like a house.

A house that most likely brought too many memories back for the brothers to bear, Dean especially since he'd always been so close to his surrogate father.

"Cas, why don't you show Emily the panic room?" Sam suggested.

Castiel agreed to and lead Emily away. As he did he glanced back to Sam to see him making his way to Dean. Probably going to talk with him.

Castiel made his way down the stairs carefully making sure they were safe to step on. They had been chewed on by termites but the steps held his weight and Emily's, who was following close behind.

As soon as his boots hit the cement Castiel headed for the huge iron door of the panic room and he turned the wheel on it to open it.

When the door swung open Emily passed Castiel and stepped inside.

"Wow, some place," Emily noted as she starred at the fan overhead.

It was still running property, surprisingly.

"There's salt in the walls too," Castiel told her. "No demon has ever gotten inside here before."

"Who's that?" Emily questioned as she pointed to a poster on the wall.

It was a black and white picture of a woman in a one-piece bathing suit on some beach.

"I don't know. Someone famous in his time probably. Someone he liked," guessed Castiel.

Emily's eyes wondered to the case filled with guns and she opened it up and pulled out one of the bigger shotguns to examine.

"These are practically antiques." Emily whistled. "This one here is more than forty years old."

"Not as old as the Colt."

"But still worth a lot."

Emily then sat on the cot in the room.

"Bobby must have been quite an intelligent man to build this on his own," she said.

Castiel grinned. "Yeah, he was."

"Did you know him well?"

"No, but I respected him even though I'm not sure if he felt the same towards me."

"Because you weren't human then?"

Castiel sighed. "Yes, but I can't say I blame him. I wasn't always so trustworthy before I disobeyed during the war."

A flash of light and he could see himself standing under the cellar steps watching Sam climb them after he released him from the very panic room he and Emily were standing in. Castiel still felt guilty for doing it. Still couldn't believe how stupid he'd been for following the order. It was a mistake that would always haunt him.

"Could you give me the car keys?" inquired Emily, breaking Castiel out of his thoughts.

Castiel craned his neck to look at her. "Why?"

"This place needs a good cleaning; I'm going to pick up the supplies."

"I'll go with you."

Emily rolled her eyes. "We just arrived in town today. There aren't going to be any demons around. I'll be fine."

Castiel bit his lip then passed her his keys. "Okay, but I'm going to help you with the cleaning. You're not supposed to do anything to strain yourself."

Emily stood on her tippy toes and gave him a quick kiss. "You worry too much Cas. You know I would never do anything to put the baby in danger."

"I can't help it," Castiel told her.

Emily smiled. "I'll be back in two hours."

As she promised Emily arrived right on time with a few bags of groceries and cleaning supplies that Castiel, Dean, and Sam helped her carry into the kitchen and put away.

She then made grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner, and afterwards, started to do the housework that needed to be done so desperately.

Sam and Dean ended up joining in on the chore as well which made it go by faster than expected. By midnight, five hours later, all the rooms they planned to use were pretty clean. Cleaner than it had ever been, even when Bobby lived in it.

Since there was only one bed in the house Dean and Sam insisted Castiel and Emily have it while they took the small cot and the floor next to it in the library.

"We're used to the arrangement," Dean had told them.

Emily didn't like the idea, but was too tired to argue. She just promised to go buy them two beds the next day and climbed the stairs to what had once been Bobby Singer's room.

As soon as her head hit the pillow she was out like a light.

Castiel wasn't far behind her.