For a good minute, nothing happened. The pair sat perfectly, almost scarily still, not even breathing. Like they were statues.
Dean exchanged a worried look with Sam. The returning glance said that Cas knew what he was doing. That they shouldn't interfere.
Another moment passed, where he seemed to think of something else.
His look this time was questioning, toward both of them. Since when do we care about her so much?
It alarmed him to think that in less than fourty-eight hours, someone had already gotten close to them. He saw the way Sam acted around Lil.
Like she was his little sister.
The problem there was that they didn't need a little sister. They didn't need a little sister to look out for. They didn't need a little sister to try and keep safe. They didn't need another member of the family for them to watch die. Hell, he could barely handle Sam, much less a little girl.
He looked back at the two.
Suddenly, Cas moved. His hands switched to his own temples, and his face contorted in pain. He started chanting in another language, eyes jammed shut.
Suddenly, a buzzing started, a hum of power, in a pitch high enough to shatter the window on the far side of the room and send the lights flickering. The room started to shake.
"Cas! CAS!" Dean called. It didn't do anything.
Sam caught a lamp before it had the chance to hit the floor.
Lilyanna still hadn't moved an inch, not a muscle, not even taken a breath.
The noise and shaking continued getting more violent. Cas screamed. His head jerked back, his eyes finally opening, beaming out golden light towards the ceiling.
A gasp came from Lily, her whole body moving with that breath.
Then all was still.
Cas's head bent forward, slowly, almost as though he was in shock. After a few seconds the small form of Lil fell forward, her face buried in his chest.
Dean was frozen. He could see that something had happened, was happening, and something, maybe that sixth sense in back of his head, told him not to interrupt this moment of calm after the storm.
Slowly, he began to realize that Lil was crying, the tears gliding down on the coat, her form shaking slightly.
And Cas...Cas was actually comforting her, holding her tightly and rubbing her back, rocking back and forth a little. The icicle angel actually showing some emotion.
Well, I guess miracles do exist, thought Dean.
Cas was softly whispering something to her.
The soft sound of her crying continued into silence for a few minutes longer, slowly getting quieter, gently fading away. Finally, Cas spoke, loud enough for them to hear in a language that was definitely not English. Maybe even Enochian.
And Lil was quiet for a minute, and again perfectly still.
Then she responded, her voice clear, speaking in the same language.
Can bent forward and kissed the top of her forehead, and she slowly went limp, falling to sleep.
He got up and turned away, slowly walking out into the hallway, Sam and Dean following, leaving the girl alone.
No. Dean reminded himself. Not a girl.
Something else.
And they were about to find out what.
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