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...


11. Hurt

Dean's Pov.

I couldn't sit in that room any longer, I had to get out. Had to deal with things alone. She flinched. She flinched at my touch. I ran my fingers roughly through my hair, over and over and over. I almost let the frustrated shout leave my chest, but I decided it was best to not wake up the entire motel.

I considered taking myself on a relaxing trip to Hawaii for a few hours, but decided against that too. I finally let myself slide down against the brick wall of the motel. I wanted to punch something, kill something. No, not something. Crowley. I would kill Crowley. I was about to pop back into our room to start the look for him when Cas appeared in front of me, sitting criss/cross on the sidewalk.

“Hello Dean.” He said, there was concern in his deep blue eyes.

“Hey Cas...” I replied.

“I'm sorry.” He took my hand from where it sat on my knee. I slipped my bottom lip between my teeth, biting down hard for a few seconds.

“You can't imagine how much it hurts Cas. To have your daughter be scared of you. Of what you are. For her to be revolted by you, because you're one of the things she hunts. The worst one in existence...” I whimpered.

“She loves you Dean, cursed or not. She's just freaked out right now, you gotta give her time to cool off.” Castiel answered, giving my hand a small squeeze. His words hung there, between us, while my mind jumped from thought to thought. Most were upset and worried, but Cas had put some positive ideas in my head.

Maybe it was just for now, maybe tomorrow, when she woke up, we'd be back to normal. Finally I nodded, pulling Cas to sit move and sit beside me.

“We'll get through this. I mean, we've stopped the damned apocalypse more than once, we should be able to handle our teenage daughter.” Cas smiled at me. We both laughed, I felt his breath fan my face, our faces were only inches apart. He'd said that exact thing many times, it was our favorite joke to tell in stressful times.

Even in the low light his blue eyes sparkled.

“I love you Cas.” I murmured.

“I love you too, Dean.” He replied. Slowly, I closed the gap between us. A small, content sigh escaped my chest when our lips met, and for a single moment, I truly believed that everything would be alright...

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