Chapter Eight
Only once, did they all wake that night, and that was when Clara had a nightmare about her mommy and daddy, and started sobbing in Alex's arms. Even Alex started crying softly, and both children found comfort when Dean and Castiel held them close. Castiel brushed Clara's hair soothingly, while Dean rubbed Alex's arm, occasionally letting his hand brush along their wings. After a while, Dean looked up to Castiel, who looked heartbroken that they couldn't comfort them. Dean leaned in, and kissed Castiel softly.
"You tell anyone about this I will hurt you." He murmured against his angel's lips, before kissing Alex's head. He hummed a few notes, before he began to sing. As he sang the one song he remembered his mother singing him, he listened as Clara's sobs softened, and Alex shifted to look up to him. He could feel his face heat up, but continued to sing, reaching out and brushing a few stray tears from his little girls' face, before dropping his head down to where Alex's shoulder was. She giggled, and smiled at him, while Alex leaned in closer to the hug. Once he was done, he hummed a few more notes of the song, before Clara spoke up.
"What song was that?"
"Hey Jude." Dean smiled, glad to see she wasn't crying anymore. "My mom use to sing it to me."
"Where's your mom now?" Alex asked, sniffling a bit as he too, had stopped crying.
"She died...when I was 4. She was killed by a demon." Dean watched as both kids looked to him, and for a moment there was a tense silence in the room.
"And your daddy?" Clara asked.
"He also died. It's just me and Sammy. Well...and Cas." Clara looked back to the angel holding her, and nuzzled closer.
"'m sorry." she murmured, yawning as she started to doze.
"Don't be. It's in the past. As long as I have my family now." Dean gently took her hand, and pressed a gentle kiss on her knuckles. She giggled, before settling down again. Alex waited till she fell asleep before speaking up.
"Thank you."
"That's what families for." Dean said, kissing the top of his head. "Get some sleep. Tomorrow we're going to the bunker, and you get to see your new room, and we'll do all kinds of things ok?" Alex nodded, and let his wings stretch out to curl around Clara, and snuggled closer to his sister. Dean smiled, before looking up to Castiel.
"Do you even need to sleep Cas?" He chuckled at the tired looking angel. Castiel sighed, and nodded.
"Only because my vessel's still getting use to having grace back in it. It'll be a few days before I'm back to normal. And even then...I liked some aspects of sleep." He smiled.
"Oh?"
"Well...I liked sleeping when it was you...and I...and the children. I really enjoyed that." Dean chuckled.
"I did too. Wish we could do it more often."
"Fledglings normally stay in a nest until they are of age."
"...What's of age?"
"...it would be, 10 years, by human length."
"Oh...that's not bad…" Dean thought about it for a moment. "What...exactly...would a nest...be exactly?" Dean slowly asked. Castiel closed his eyes, thinking.
"It would be of different things. Normally when building a nest, it's made of anything soft that is nearby, as well as feathers of the parents. And as the fledglings grow their, wings, as well as personal materials from their childhood."
"Wait...how do you know about this again?"
"Angels can have their own Dean. It's just; normally Raziel would be the one to produce the fledglings. If two angels wanted to, they could come down to earth, find appropriate vessels, and have a nest. It hasn't been done for quite some time mind you…"
"Wow...learn something new every day." Dean chuckled.
"Why did you want to know Dean?" Castiel glanced over at the hunter, and watched as he shifted uncomfortably.
"I was just curious…"
"Dean…" Castiel used a warning tone that Dean realized he learned from him. He muttered something as he looked down, and Castiel leaned in closer. "What?"
"Well, I mean the kids...they've been practically traumatized and I get the feeling they're gonna come to bed with us anyways and-"
"Dean do you...want to build a nest with me?" Dean looked up, eyes wide as he felt his whole face heat up, all the way to the tips of his ears.
"Well...uh...yes? For the kids, I mean-" He was cut off by Castiel kissing him. He gave a low moan into the kiss, before hearing a groan and an 'eeeewww' from under them. They pulled away and saw that they had woken up Clara and Alex. "Sorry guys!" Dean felt even more embarrassed.
"Go to sleep Daddy." Clara groaned, before curling up closer to her brother. Dean looked back to Castiel, who was just as red as he felt, and both smiled. With a gentle flutter of Castiel's' wings, they curled closer and both men fell asleep in no time.
Dean groaned as he heard someone knocking on the door. He felt like he didn't nearly enough sleep, even though he knew he got more than his usual 4 hours. He pulled away from the pile of limbs and wings, and answered the door.
"Mornin' Dean." Sam held up coffee and breakfast, and Dean sighed while smiling.
"Man I knew there was a reason I loved you so much."
"Cause I'm awesome and I'm your brother?"
"...right. Hey, did you…" He looked back to the sleeping bundle of wings, and looked back to Sam. "Did you find anything?" Sam put the food down on the table, grabbed his coffee and motioned for Dean to step outside. Dean grabbed his own coffee, and followed his younger brother.
"Well, I've got kinda good and kinda bad news. Kinda bad news is, their father was found yesterday, after we left the city at a hotel. He apparently killed himself, after he identified his wife's' body, and with all the kids they found…"
"He assumed Clara and Alex were dead too…" Dean said softly, and felt his stomach drop. "So what's the kinda good news?"
"I'm an uncle?" Sam gave a faint strained smile, and Dean couldn't help but bark out a laugh.
"Yeah I guess you are. Come on, let's feed the little monsters and hit the road."
A few hours later, and Dean pulled his Baby into the garage of the bunker. During which, Castiel, Sam and Dean had been telling the children stories of some of the different things they did, of course, editing it for them a bit. As they entered the main room, Kevin came out and instantly started yelling.
"What took you guys so long!? I thought you said this would be an easy case. You left me here, with Crowley in your weird sex dungeon and-" he stopped when he saw Castiel's wings. "Y-You're…" and froze even more when he saw the two children step out, both having wings as well.
"Kevin!" Dean went over and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "You remember Cas? And these two, are Clara and Alex. They're staying with us from now on." Kevin looked over to Dean, still very tense.
"What...happened?" He gave a soft whine, but Sam took over.
"I'll explain, Dean why don't you and Cas get the kids settled in?" Sam offered, chuckling at Kevin's panic look. Dean nodded, and led Castiel and the kids further into the bunker.
"You remember most of what you saw last time, right Cas?" Castiel held Clara, while Alex took his other hand.
"I didn't see much, but I do remember the water pressure is very good." Dean chuckled, and began the tour.
The kids loved it, and although they did find some things that Dean had to hide or remember later one that he'd have to put somewhere else. Although when they got to the file room, Dean stopped. He was weary of having the kids near Crowley, so instead told them both "you're not allowed in here ok?" which they both nodded. Finally they went up to where the bedrooms were. Until Castiel and Dean figured out the whole 'nesting' thing, Dean got the bedroom next to his set up with two beds and pushed them together. He figured once they got everything together, that'd be the kids play room. Close to Dean and Castiel's room, where they could always go if they needed them.
"We need to figure out some shopping here soon...they're gonna need clothes." Dean looked over to the two as they started to explore their room, talking quietly to themselves.
"I'll see what I can do about helping them hiding their wings…" Castiel smiled. Dean nodded. He smirked as he watched Clara point out a corner, and whisper something to her brother, before they looked over to Dean and Castiel. Alex whispered something back, before Clara went over and hugged Dean's leg.
"What're you up to princess?" Clara giggled, and smiled bashfully.
"I was telling Alex, that I would love a table...to draw...and paint...annnnnd…" Clara bit her lip, smiling still. "He told me to ask you." Dean chuckled. They didn't even consider toys, Clara was happy with just someplace to color and draw.
"I think we can do that. Come on; let's go see what Uncle Sammy's doing." They headed downstairs, where Sam had finished getting Kevin all caught up. Kevin looked slightly stunned, but smiled weakly as they came into the main room. Kevin introduced himself to the kids, and asked them polite questions while Sam pulled Dean aside.
"We need to figure out money here soon. I mean, it's easy since it was you and me, but now with Cas and Kevin, and the kids? I just checked the kitchen, we're almost out of food, and then there's-"
"Getting the kids what they need I know." Dean finished. He sighed, and understood exactly what Sam was getting at. "...You still have Charlie's email?"