Halfbreed: Destiel's Daughter

Eleanor is no ordinary teenager. First, she's a Winchester, that should say it all. But there's so much more... She's been killing the supernatural her whole life, and by 17 years old, she thinks she knows everything, except, she still doesn't know that angels exist. Funny, considering that one of her fathers is Castiel, an angel of the Lord...


15. Carah

Castiel's Pov.

She was just gone, vanished out of my arms.

“Well, there's another reason it was a good idea to keep her mortal: it's harder to run away.” I sighed, standing up and turning to face my husband.

“She saw me, she was so scared...” Dean whispered, staring at his blood-stained shoes.

“She's just gotta adjust, she'll figure out that you do what you have to do.” Sam replied. I silently thanked the universe for Sam, because in that moment I couldn't speak. Seeing Dean in so much pain..... Dean let out a small, unamused laugh.

“That's the thing though Sammy, she won't. I'm a monster. I'm a thing. She probably left to do research on how to kill me.” Dean said, his hands were clenched into tight fists at his sides.

“El knows who you really are! She knows you're not bad! Hell, I thought about killing you when this first happened, but I didn't because you weren't the same as any of the others. You're still Dean. And you're still her dad.” Sam insisted, he was using his I'm-not-debating-I'm-telling tone. Despite this, Dean looked like he was about to argue with Sam, so I stepped in.

“He's right.” I said.

“No. That's-” Dean didn't get more than those two words out before Sam spoke.

“Shut up Dean. Worrying about your teenage daughter not liking you isn't something we should be wasting our time with. We should be trying to guess where she went, or how to summon her, or something! Not standing around with our thumbs up our asses.” Sam exclaimed, walking past Dean to pack up the supplies in the house so that we could get going.

I didn't take my eyes off Dean, and I was tempted to move and embrace him, but something told me that a hug wouldn't help this time. A few seconds after Sam left Dean disappeared. I didn't worry though, when I searched for his thoughts I found them coming from the Impala. I went to help Sam, Dean needed a few minutes to himself sometimes, and I sensed that this was one of those times.

“How's he doing?” Sam asked when I joined him.

“I know as much as you do, he's obviously hurt...” I answered. Sam was assuming that I was eavesdropping on Dean's thoughts.

“Didn't you...” He began. 

I shook my head, “I try to give you your privacy unless absolutely necessary.”

“I know, I know, I just thought you'd be worried enough to let it fly this one time.” Sam shrugged.

“I can't tell you how badly I want to, but I just feel bad doing it, so I'm gonna try and see how long I last. Maybe I can wait long enough that this will all be over.” I hoped. Sam sighed, he didn't think so... Truthfully, neither did I.

This was more than some teenage runaway issue, this was possibly the most powerful being in the universe- angry and hurt- running around the world while she is wanted by both sides.

Sam and I were finished cleaning pretty quickly, then we joined Dean in the Impala.

“Where to?” I sighed.

“I say we ditch the Impala.” Dean blurted.

“What about all the supplies?” Sam asked.

“Backpacks. Let's shove it all in a couple and then hit the road.” Dean ordered, and he was gone, opening the trunk of the car. I reached up to catch Sam's arm, and then we were standing next to him.

“Whoa, warn me next time Cas.” Sam stumbled a bit, catching the car to right himself.

“Sorry.” I mumbled. He should be used to teleporting by now.

“I know what you're both thinking, but I have a plan. We track down every demon and angel we can until we find one who knows something about our situation.” Dean explained. That shouldn't be too hard, they all seemed to know about it, they knew how to reverse what I did to make her feel human...

“Where do we start?” Sam asked.

“An angel, I figured that you could find the most convenient one.” Dean said, looking at me. I nodded as he handed me a loaded backpack. We each carried one. It only took a few seconds to find the location of the most powerful angel that was walking the earth at the moment.

“Climach, France.” I said quietly.

“Alright, let's go.” Dean said, there was a hint of hope in his voice, something that hadn't been there in a long time. Dean left before I could. A sigh fell from my lips as I placed my hand on Sam's shoulder, and followed after Dean.

It was hot in France, actually more so than Kansas. The atmosphere around us completely changed, and to tell you the truth I felt like the air in Europe was just... Happier. I preferred it to America. A horn honked, uncomfortably close behind me as someone grabbed my arm and nearly pulled it from it's socket as they yanked me onto the cobblestone sidewalk. A car flew by seconds later.

“Jesus Cas...” Dean huffed. It's not like the car could have hurt me, but it would have complicated our trip...

“Sorry, I guess my aim is a bit off...” I mumbled.

“It's over, now, where's Waldo?” Dean asked, impatient.

“I don't know anyone by that name.” I answered. I'd thought we were looking for an angel here...

“Our guy, Cas. The angel.” He elaborated.

“Oh, her name is Carah, and from what I can tell she's in that house, right across the street.” I replied, pointing to the house across the curvy, probably dangerously narrow road. The house was just like you'd picture it, brown with white trim and flower boxes. Pretty small, mushed between two ridiculously similar houses on either side.

We crossed the street, Dean knocked at the door. Sam and I stood behind him. Each of us had an angel blade at the ready. Carah answered the door, a pleasant smile on her face. Her blonde hair rested, perfectly straight, on her chest. Her smile was gone as soon as she registered who stood in front of her.

“Winchesters...” She said it so quietly, yet, it dripped of fear. Her pale blue eyes were wide. I didn't like being feared by my brothers and sisters, but I didn't try to change it, because that would mean leaving Dean, Sam, and Eleanor, and I would never do that. They were my family, the only people who loved me even after all the times I screwed up.

She tried to slam the door on us, but Dean caught it, a smile lighting up his face. At the moment I wasn't looking at his true form, but to Carah, it must have been terrifying...

“We're just here to ask a few questions, and all you have to do is answer them.” Dean said, grabbing both her arms and moving further into the house. Sam and I followed, shutting the door behind us. Dean held her in the spacious entry way while Sam poured holy oil around them, then lit it. Dean stepped out, and Carah was trapped.

“I've never done anything to you, I live peacefully, what could you want with me?” Carah demanded. She looked like she was in already in pain... Well, I shouldn't say 'already', I didn't know if Dean planned to use torture...

“We didn't say you did, you were just the most convenient angel on Earth.” Sam replied.

“What do you want?” She growled.

“We want to know what you know about our daughter.” I answered.

“You mean the abomination? Created by the fallen angel and the most hideous demon?” She sneered.

“That's my daughter you're talking about, sweetheart. I think you can guess what happens to anyone who badmouths my family.” Dean threatened.

“Well, I've got nothing more to lose as of now.” Carah spat.

“Trust me, Carah, you do.” Dean said. For a few seconds the room was filled with nothing but the sound of crackling holy fire.

“We'll let you go peacefully, Sister, all we want is information.” I explained.

“I am no sister of yours.” She snarled, glaring at me. I winced. Damn... Sam laid a comforting hand on my shoulder. I just nodded.

She turned back to Dean, “I'll tell you what you want to know, depending on what it is.”

“We'll get all the information we want, I wasn't worried about that.” Dean answered, twirling his angel blade around in his hands. Carah swallowed.

“Get to it, I have things I have to do.” Carah ordered.

“Listen, we'll take as long as we want, because we're not the ones trapped right now.” Dean spat, already irritated. It wasn't a smart move to anger my husband...

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