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...


3. Pink iPhone

Dean's Pov.

Dean! The fucking Impala's gone!” Castiel shouted. He'd gone over to Sam's room to get him up, we had work to do.

“Someone stole it?” I exclaimed, anger boiling up quickly inside me.

“Yeah, our daughter! Her room's empty!” He replied, appearing inches from me.

I jumped, “Dammit Cas, you almost landed on top of me!”

“Sorry, sorry! Dean! She left! She's gone! How are we going to find her?!” Castiel was having a panic attack. I didn't know that angels could have panic attacks.. But judging by the sight of my husband, yes, they can, and pretty bad ones at that.

“Calm down. I turned on the GPS on her phone, we'll have her back in no time.” I said, attempting to sooth him. The anger I'd felt a few moments before was completely dissolved, Cas had that effect on me.

“You mean this phone??” He cried, shoving a pink iPhone at me. I stared at it, my body began to go numb.

“Son of a bitch...” I mumbled, “Drag Sam's lazy ass in here, will ya?” Cas nodded and was gone and back in a flash. When he reappeared he had a half asleep Sam hanging off his arm.

“Damn, what's the 911?” Sammy yawned.

“Eleanor's gone!” Cas shouted, the look of a madman shone in his eyes.

“Sit down Cas.” I ordered, taking his forearm and towing him to the bed. He sat, moving to grip my hand tightly. If I was human it probably would have hurt.

“Track her ph-” Sam began, before he could finish I threw the phone at him. He failed to catch it, so it fell to the floor with a sharp crack, but honestly I couldn't care less.

My daughter was somewhere, out in this big bad world filled with demons and monsters and angels that were all after her, and she had no fucking clue. She knew a lot about the Supernatural, but we kept the big things from her...

“Well that'll make it a little more complicated, but we've got more options... I can work some magic. She'll be home in no time.” Sam assured.

Castiel's grip was loosening, he was finally calming down. I, for one, was not. I still felt white hot panic gripping my every nerve, but I didn't show it. If I broke down Sammy would have two supernatural messes on his hands.

Within seconds Sam was on his computer, typing a million miles per hour.

“Dean, someone tampered with my computer's hard-drive. I can't do anything...” Sam whispered.

My hand that wasn't holding Castiel clenched into an impossibly tight fist, and my teeth ground together violently. I was about to say something in response, when the broken pink iPhone on the floor began to ring. Cas was next to it in a tenth of a second, and then it was too his ear.

“El?” He questioned. I got a jolt in my stomach from that one word, a jolt of hope, but also worry...

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