Finally I'm writing jesse. james. 3762's idea! I know angels and demons aren't made like this, but whatever. Ignore the logic.
Temperance is the name suggested by jesse. james. 3762, means moderation or self control apparently, didn't really look too far into it. This is set years into the future.
In other words, I seriously spent five hours on this website where you can watch Barbie movies for free. Yes I'm older than fifteen and yes I spent hours watching Barbie movies, sue me.
But don't sue me for writing this! I'm writing a disclaimer! You can't sue me for this!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. This idea belongs to jesse. james. 3762 which you can see in the comments under Bolt Wolf.
...She would have a family.
"God, when will this be over?" Dean rubbed a hand over his eyes tiredly. It had been hours, and Meg was still screaming.
"It could be another eight hours Dean." Sam said. "If you want to go, we can meet you in the bunker."
"Oh I'm fine, I'm just worried about Cas." The two brothers turned towards the angel, who was pacing back and forth in front of the room where Meg's shrieks were emanating from. She hadn't wanted him in the room as she "pushed his angel spawn out".
Meg's voice suddenly cut off, too abrupt for it to be natural, and the three men dashed into the room.
The nurse was cowering at the other end of the room, and all the lights were blown out. Glass from the lights littered the floor.
"Meg?" Castiel was at her side in an instant.
"Guess she isn't angel spawn, Clarence." She said wryly. She passed a cursory glance over the brothers, she looked unruffled.
He turned to look at their baby, nestling in Meg's arms and not making a sound. But he didn't see cute little baby arms and a cute little baby face. He saw her true form and it wasn't a multi eyed, angel form. It resembled Meg's.
"Cas? What is it?" Dean asked with concern. Castiel didn't respond, just continued staring at the baby.
Sam helped the nurse up, and she ran out of the room screaming.
"What's up with her?" He asked Meg, she just smirked, not at all fazed by the angel's silence.
"Guess she got spooked by these." She gestured to the baby and the Winchesters saw her pure black eyes.
"Oh shit."
They managed to smuggle Meg and the baby out, passing the near hysterical nurse on the way out.
The ride to the bunker was quiet, and though she had just given birth Meg still looked as cool as a cucumber. Castiel just looked shell shocked. The brothers knew not to say anything.
Once in the bunker, Sam announced he and Dean were going to go to bed. Dean protested that it was only five in the afternoon, but Sam shoved him out of the room.
"Out with it, Treehopper." Meg sighed, adjusting the baby to rest on her hip.
"I just didn't think she'd be..."
"Like me? You thought she'd be like you?" Her eyes flashed. "How do you think I felt thinking she was an angel? it goes both ways, Angelface. Besides, I carried her for nine months, of course she'd be like me."
"Is that why you think I am angry?" He scrunched up his face in a confused manner. "Because she's a demon?"
"Not angry, but I thought new fathers wanted to hold their babies. Not look at it like it was going to possess you."
"I am...angry...not because she isn't an angel, but because she isn't human."
Meg stared at him. "Why would she be human?"
"I don't know, I just hoped." Castiel raked a hand through his hair, an unusual gesture. "We're both in human vessels I thought that would be a factor. Now that she's a demon, who's father is an angel, we don't know who will come after her."
"We can take care of them." Sam emerged, Dean behind him. It was evident the two had been listening in.
"That's sweet boys, but I'm more than able-" Meg's sarcastic words cut off as the baby's eyes changed.
To glowing blue.
They had placed the baby on the couch and the four adults were on the other side of the room.
"I'm scared of my own baby." Meg said flatly.
"So is she an angel?" Dean asked the obvious question.
"I don't know." Castiel said.
"Her true form is definitely an angel's now." Meg said. "Don't you have books on this?"
"Angels and demons don't consort, and if they did I doubt they wrote a book on it." Sam rolled his eyes. "But it wouldn't hurt to check. You two, go to your kid. Dean and I will look."
They left the two parents, the latter of which cautiously approached their child.
"Does she have a name?" Castiel asked. Meg had picked her up, and was slowly rocking her back and forth.
"I like Rachel."
"We aren't naming her after your vessel."
"You're just jealous you can't name her Jimmy." Meg stuck her tongue out at him.
"What about Isabelle?"
"That means devoted to God." Meg said accusingly. Castiel looked sheepish. "I did my reading on baby names, I saw that. Nuh uh. What about Joan?"
"I like it, but I think you should know that that sometimes means God is gracious."
"Damn."
The baby cooed at that.
"Don't have her learn that word!" Castiel reached for the baby.
Meg hesitated, her hand curved almost...protectively around the baby. She finally handed the baby to him, he awkwardly tucked her little head under his chin.
"You seem to be a natural around her." He noticed. "We'll need to feed her though."
"Do we?" She questioned. "You know angels and demons don't need to."
"We'll feed her if she starts to cry." He decided.
The three stayed liked that for a while, Castiel rocking the baby and Meg looking at the two of them with a look that could have been described as affection.
In a month, the baby looked five. She didn't need to be fed, and she didn't cry. Once Dean forgot she was there and sat on her. She regularly switched from demon to angel, She still never had human eyes, only alternating between the eyes of her parents. Meg had had fun saying, "oh, she's got my eyes! Oh, nope now she has her dad's!" and they hadn't found anything on her kind. They couldn't ask any hunters, word would leak and everyone would want this baby.
She hadn't talked yet, she let her thoughts known quite easily though. To Meg and Castiel, they just knew what she needed. It wasn't because they were parents, she was probably doing something. Poor Sam and Dean, they had to rely on charades.
"I think you need to name the kid." Dean announced. The five of them were sitting at the table, eating pizza. The baby was seated in a highchair.
"'The baby' does quite fine. There's no other babies around here." Meg said sardonically. The baby nodded.
"Well if you aren't going to name her, I will." At that, Meg and Castiel started discussing names.
"How'd you know that was going to work?" Sam asked quietly.
"I didn't, I wanted to name her."
"Oh." Sam winced at Dean's crestfallen look.
"We've decided." Castiel said. "Temperance."
"It means self control or moderation." Meg explained.
"Hopefully she won't need to control anything. Like powers." Castiel said hastily. "She has the powers of an angel and demon."
"But those would be useful in a battle." Meg pointed out.
"She won't be fighting!" He said, horror evident in his voice.
"But I want to fight." A voice, clear as a bell, came from the highchair.
The four adults turned slowly. Temperance smiled serenely at them, a smile as sweet as a rose, but as sharp as it's thorns. It was unnerving to look at. But for Meg, she loved seeing that expression on her daughter's face. Temperance's eyes were black.
"I want to fight," she repeated, eyes changing to a radiant blue. "I want to join you on your hunts and save people."
"Uh." Sam cut himself off, not knowing what to say.
"That's my girl." Meg picked up Temperance with ease and set her on her lap. "Mommy can teach you how to use a knife. But not an angel blade, don't want you stabbing Clarence by accident."
"Meg!" Sam and Castiel said appalled.
"Dean help us out." Sam nudged his brother.
Dean opened his mouth to probably side with Sam and Castiel, but Temperance cut him off.
"Uncle Dean?" She slipped off of Meg's lap and toddled over. "Can we get some pie?"
"She is the coolest kid ever." Dean let out a manly squeal.
"You can't even eat." Castiel protested.
"You're eating pizza." She reminded him. "Mom's eating pizza."
"We can go and get some right now kiddo." Dean picked her up and whisked her to the Impala.
"He's right." Meg kicked back and rested her feet on the table, "she is the coolest kid."
Castiel just groaned and buried his head in his arms.
I hope this was okay! Never really written fics with kids. I know Meg and Cas don't seem very paternal, but it's how I expect them to act with a child.
I'll write more of Temperance in other chapters, if you guys want more.
Reviews are loved!