Disclaimer: I own nothing of Supernatural. I do not get any payment for writing these stories. I only claim my original character. **This has darker themes later in the story. Trigger warning**

CH 3: Surrounded

I could hear mumbling, all around me. I didn't have any energy to open my eyes to see where it was coming from. I could feel pressure on my skin, someone was touching me. "Megan..Megan! Can you hear me? Can you open your eyes? If you can hear me, try to raise a finger." Someone was trying to make me listen to them. I was just too tired and didn't care. I couldn't feel any pain. And it was dark and comforting. For once, I wasn't scared. I felt weightless and surrounded at the same time.

I let the mumbling fade out and basked in the darkness and silence… I had no worries, fears, needs, desires. This could be my heaven.

Cas stood inside of the room that Megan was assigned to. Nurses were fussing over her as she laid in the bed, hooked up to machines doing all the necessary work to keep her alive. He was silent, observing the scene before him. She was in a coma, which was making her very vulnerable and open. He could see her light, a beacon of sorts, and because of her being so open, it was shining bright. If he could see it so brightly, that means others could as well. He stood there for a few more moments before deciding it was time to talk with the boys.

Dean and Sam walked to the elevators from the morgue. "Well, that jerk wasn't much help." Dean said as they stepped into the elevator.

"He was just doing his job. Hard to believe he wouldn't even take a bribe though." Sam replied as the elevator started moving.

"I'm glad you two are here." Came a voice behind the two.

"Geez Cas! You can't just pop in without announcing it!" Dean grumbled at him.

"Well, I said "I'm glad you two are here". I think that would be announcing my presence." Cas said, thinking it over seriously. "Anyways, I'm glad you're here. There is a new development I need to discuss with you."

The three men walked out of the elevator and into the main lobby. The stood as a group outside of a gift shop.

"Dean said he saw you at the accident scene this morning. Why were you there?" Sam asked, before Cas could say anything else.

"That is part of what I need to discuss with you." Cas said, turning so he was facing Dean more directly. "I was there this morning because I have been keeping watch on the girl. Megan, is her name, and she is important to us. Which makes her vulnerable to others."

Dean watched Cas's face as he was talking. It was void of any telling emotions. "Why is this girl so important?" Dean asked, giving a sideways glance at Sam.

"Dean" Cas cleared his throat, "Megan is a good person. A really, really good person. She represents ultimate good. Her soul is guarded without her even knowing it. There have been just a few humans that Father would do this to; her mother was a descendant of one. Megan received this trait from her." He paused and looked directly in Dean's eyes and continued, "Also, she is part Winchester. Which makes her that much more valuable to demons."

"Wait! Part Winchester?!" Sam was shaking his head slightly, as if to understand it more clearly, "What part of Winchester is she?"

"She is part yours" Cas said in a gravely voice, looking right at Dean. "She's your daughter."

"Mine?" Dean was in shock over hearing what Cas just told him. "I mean, I guess it's possible. But no, she's not mine! I don't have a daughter. I would know! Her mom would have told me…. Who's her mom?"

"Her mother was Whitney Miller. You two had a teenage fling, from what I've been told. That fling resulted in Megan. Your daughter."

Dean stood there, very still and quiet thinking about this. He remembered Whitney, she was a great girl. "Wow", he said, shifting his jaw slightly to the left in thought. "Why didn't she ever tell me? Why didn't YOU tell me?!"

Sam finally spoke up "This morning…. that was her foster dad. She's in foster care? Where is her mom?"

Dean crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned back slightly. He was angry, scared, sad all at the same time. Still not fully believing any of this. He looked, eyebrows raised, at Cas waiting for him to answer all the questions.

"I understand. This wasn't the ideal way for you to find out about her. But yes, she is your child. Her mother died when she was very small. I was not informed of her existence until just recently. I know you must have many more questions, but right now we need to get up to ICU and get them to release her into your care. I can try to heal her, but we need to get her out of here quickly." Cas said as he tried to direct Dean and Sam back towards the elevator.

"Hold on.. I just can't walk up there and say "I'm her long lost dad! Let me have her" and expect them to hand her over." Dean said, almost panicked.

The three of them walked into the elevator. "It will work out." Cas said.

"Oh, great. Yeah. It will work out he says." Dean sarcastically said to Sam.

Sam tilted his head "It will be okay. We will talk with her caseworker and get a DNA test. Just to make sure….legally, you know." He finished saying as Cas started to interrupt.

Cas closed his mouth and made a noise in his throat with a slight nod of his head. "Here we are. Her room is just down there." He gestured towards one of rooms closest to the nurses station.

Dean and Sam walked towards the nurses station. "We need to talk with whoever is in charge of Megan Miller." Sam said to the two nurses at the counter. "Her case worker or doctor, someone like that."

"Okay…" A nurse with brown hair in a bun said, "And who are you?"

Dean paused, took a deep breath and said, "I'm her dad."

**Sorry for the short chapter. It's more of a connect-the-dots chapter, a little boring but necessary. Thank you for the messages and follows and favorites I have received for this story. I'm still very new to this, and I appreciate the feedback. xoxo ~krisstanosleep**