Daddy’s little Nephilim. · Y/n story by @xapp1ecakex

The living room fell silent as a newborn's cry pierced through the walls. High-pitched. Demanding. It cut through the tension like a blade, shattering the standoff.

Castiel

head snaps toward the nursery, eyes flashing bright blue for just a second before he turns back to the group Excuse me.

He didn't wait for a response. Didn't need one.

Dean

watches Castiel disappear down the hallway before letting out a breath Okay. So that's gonna be a thing.

Ellen

takes a long sip of her whiskey He's not gonna budge on this, is he?

Sam

rubs the back of his neck I've never seen him like this. I mean, I've seen Cas protective before, but this is...

Jo

Intense?

Sam

I was gonna say something else, but yeah. Intense works.

Jessica

voice soft He loves her. That's not a bad thing.

Bobby

scratches his beard, frowns Ain't saying it's bad. But we got Apocalypse brewing, demons crawling out the woodwork, and now a Nephilim baby. That kid's gonna be a target the second anyone finds out she exists.

Another cry. Louder this time. Hungry.

Dean

looks toward the hallway Well, someone's gotta figure out how to get through to Mother Hen Cas. Any volunteers?