*GEN'S POV*
Lily and I were playing in the grass. It was calming to watch my little girl try to catch the bugs. She wasn't afraid of them at all. Her favorite were the butterflies. They seemed to be drawn to her as well. She would hold out her hand, and they would land right on it. She watched them with wonder as they fluttered between her little fingers. I wondered if she could speak to them.
*Cough*
I jumped a little as I heard someone clearing their throat behind me. I relaxed when I turned and saw that it was only Sam. He sat down next to me, cross legged in the grass. Lily ignored him and continued to babble to her butterfly friends a few feet away.
"Hey, I'm sorry about Castiel. He can be a little...socially awkward."
"It's okay. So he's really an angel?"
Sam chuckled. "Yeah. But don't get your hopes up. They're nothing like the angels you learn about in church."
I smiled bitterly. "I'm not too disappointed. I stopped believing in that stuff a long time ago."
We sat in comfortable silence, watching our daughter. It almost felt like we were a family...but I tried not to get my hopes up. I knew it wouldn't last.
Lily toddled over to him, and handed him a bundle of half-dead dandelions. "Here, Daddy." She said, offering him the little bouquet.
He looked so touched. "Thanks, Lily." The flowers looked so small in his giant hands. He held them like he had held Lily for the first time: gently, as if he would crush them if he wasn't careful.
They were so cute together. It tore at my heart strings...I wanted to be a family. Lily needed a father.
*SAM'S POV
I sat on Bobby's couch, twirling the little bouquet of dandelions that Lily had given me. She was such a sweet girl. She didn't deserve this curse. But was it really a curse? It didn't have to be. I mean, Gen and I could teach her to use her gifts in an appropriate way, and to hide them when needed. Maybe instead of looking for a cure, we should be accepting the reality and dealing with it.
"Sam."
"Holy sh-" I jumped as Cas appeared out of nowhere, staring down at me from behind the couch. "You gotta quit doing that, man."
He ignored me, and walked around to face me. "I have spoken with all of my sources. Your daughter's condition is the first of its kind, as was yours. There is no knowledge of how to fix her."
I ran a hand through my hair. "We don't need to 'fix' her, Cas. Stop talking about her like she's some sort of Satan spawn. She's my daughter."
He tilted his head, doing that thing he did whenever humans did something he didn't understand. "Technically it is a sort of 'Satan-spawn' as you put it. You're very attached, considering that you met her yesterday."
I shook my head. "You wouldn't understand."
Just then, Dean came barreling into the room. He had Lily on his shoulders, and was making airplane noises. Lily was giggling uncontrollably. Dean playfully dumped her onto the couch next to me, and collapsed into Bobby's recliner, breathing hard.
"Whoo! Your kid has some serious energy."
Still grinning, Lily slid off the couch and grabbed my hand, trying to pull me up. "Daddy, come." She commanded. I glanced helplessly at Dean and Cas.
Dean laughed. "You're on your own, bro."
I let her drag me into the room where she and Gen slept. She reached into her bag and pulled out a hairbrush and an elastic, which she handed to me. "Braid hair, Daddy."
*GEN'S POV*
I hid just outside the door, watching the adorable interaction. Sam looked like a deer in the headlights.
"I-I don't know how to braid hair." He stuttered out the confession.
Lily gave him the sweetest smile. "Is okay, Daddy. I braid your hair."
I stifled a laugh as our daughter matter-of-factly had Sam sit on the edge of the bed. She looked so small next to him, even when he was sitting down. She stood behind him and brushed his hair. Sam looked so uncomfortable. It was hilarious. He sat stiffly, awkwardly twisting his hands together as if he didn't know what to do with them.
"Mommy!" Lily finished braiding Sam's hair and called out to me. I sighed and surrendered my hiding position, stepping into their view.
Sam's face was priceless. He turned beet-red, blushing with the embarrassment of being caught with his hair fashioned into a French braid. However, he made no move to take it out; no doubt because he didn't want to hurt Lily's feelings.
"Show Daddy to braid hair." Lilly handed me the hairbrush.
I grinned. "Sure thing, hun." I sat by Sam, putting Lily between us. I parted her hair in the middle. "Watch closely," I instructed.
Sam looked at me with wide eyes. I'd forgotten about his puppy-eyes. It was funny how he alternated between sex god, badass werewolf hunter, and adorable puppy.
I braided one side of Lily's hair while he watched. "Your turn."
He swallowed loudly. "Uhhh..."
"It's okay," I gave him an encouraging smile and put the brush in his hands.
It was strange to see him like this; so uncertain. He always seemed so sure of himself. While in the sheets, and definitely while fighting monsters. His skilled hands, so used to blades and guns, now seemed clumsy as he struggled to copy my braid.
"Alright, there you go." He grimaced as he looked at his first attempt at a braid.
"Beautiful!" Lilly exclaimed, looking at her pigtail-braids in a small hand-held mirror. Her smile could light up a room, and I saw Sam visibly relax when he saw that our daughter didn't care how bad it looked.
*SAM'S POV*
My first try at braiding hair was pretty pathetic. Luckily Lily didn't seem to mind. She happily bounced into my lap and hugged me. "Happy we found you, Daddy"
I was still getting used to all the hugs, but it was definitely a positive change. "I'm happy you found me too."
She sat back. "Angel is coming."
Sure enough, Castiel walked into the room. "Bobby would like me to inform you that he has prepared some sandwiches for-" He stopped mid-sentence, staring at Lily with bewilderment on his face.
"What?" Gen asked nervously.
"She's communicating with me telepathically...and speaking Enochian."
There was a moment of stunned silence. "What? How is that possible?" I asked.
"What's...Enochian?" Gen looked confused and concerned.
"It's the language of my people, the angels."
"Oh, well how is that a problem? I mean, she can do lots of other things too."
"The telepathy is not a surprise. But knowing Enochian? That goes beyond the powers that Azazel gave Sam, and it's simply not possible for a demon to confer that upon a mortal. They do not speak it, therefore they cannot teach it."
"But then how-"
I trailed off as I noticed how Cas shifted his gaze to Gen.
"No...it can't be..." He seemed to be in shock.
"What?" She looked scared. "What is it?"
"Genevieve is a Nephilim. The spawn of a human and an angel. Lily is not only part demon, but part angel as well..."