s a ruffle of feathers and Dean snaps his eyes up and open up to see Cas standing above
him, looking decidedly nonplussed. “I‟m sorry I took so long.”
Dean glances at the clock andeleven twenty-eight am flashes back at him. He must have fallen asleep whilst Sam had gone toget the food about half an hour prior. Dean swipes a thumb over his eyes, scratching away somesleep and blinks
at Castiel‟s trench coat
; a large lump of cloth
shielded by Castiel‟s palm
reaches for it and Castiel frowns, “I have something to tell you Dean.”
The hunter frowns at the
angel, “Nothing bad is it.” Cas fidgets and opens his coat slightly to show w
hat is in his arms.Dean swallows as a tiny face blinks back at him, and crinkled fingers scrunch together in thefabric wrapped around it. Castiel clears his th
roat and says quietly, “So, this
is a baby.” Deanlooks up and nods, “Yeah, I think I can see what it is Cas. Why…Why do you have a baby? Youdidn‟t steal it did you because I‟m pretty sure that‟s illegal.”
The angel sighs and holds the baby at arm‟s length, observing it, “My father told
me take care of
it. From what I can gather, amongst my brothers and sister, I don‟t tend to understand…emotionsas well as they do. So, he gave me a simple task. Look after this child. It doesn‟t seem too hard,it hasn‟t done much yet.” Dean‟s mouth press
es into a hard line,
“But it‟s still a living thing Cas. Christ, you…You really have no idea how
hard this is going tobad, do you?
Castiel replies with a tilt of the head and Dean huffs out a sigh,
Babies are hard work Cas. I can
t believe you agreed to this, I mean what are we going to dowith a baby, we
re hunter for God
s sake, and we can
t have a kid strapped to us if we
re fightingoff a fucking nest of vampires or something.
He clenches his temples and continues,
Of all thedumb things you
ve done Castiel. I mean, I
ve done some stupid shit, but accepting a baby.
, into my life is not one.
Castiel frowns and stares unblinking at the child, who gives him a smile and a thumbs up whichis decidedly cute but not helping.
But this child is my responsibility; I cannot just simply take itback. Technically, it is mine. I believe it was created from a portion of my grace so, it is mychild. Anyway, who says we have to take it on hunts? It is nothing to do with you, apart from thefact we are friends.
Dean pinches the bridge of his nose and nods,
Fine. Fine, just make sure you realise if you fuck up, I won
t help. But for now, you and I are going to stare here and watch over this little socialexperiment.
Castiel cocks his head to the side, still staring a
t the baby, “How old
do you think it is
hunter pushes himself off the bed and takes the child from Castiel, scowling a little at how cold
and clinical the angel is with the baby. “Stop calling the baby „it‟. Did you dad not tell you if it