Dean's Little Girl

Feather

Dean walked up to the foldout crib were Bentley slept. "Morning kid, bet you're hungry." Picking up the half awake baby, bringing her over to the motel beds. Plopping Bentley down next to Sam, he went to go make a bottle.
Bentley played with Sam's hair while he slept, Sam was Bentley's personal doll.
Once Dean was done making the bottle he picked Bentley back up, feeding her the formula milk he just put together. Sitting down with Bentley in one arm and the bottle in the other hand, the task to turn the tv on was a struggle.
"Hey, why're you awake so early?" Sam asked, waking up from a deep sleep. Only to realize his hair was in nots from Bentley.
"Dude, stop letting her play with my hair when I'm asleep!" Sam begged, brushing the knots out of his hair.
"Then get a hair cut!" Dean barked back, making the baby giggle.
"See? She likes using her uncle as a doll, means your gay, man." Dean laughed throwing the empty plastic bottle into the sink.
Sam rolled his eyes turning the tv on "I'm not gay."
"You know, if you won't hunt I'm gonna start bringing Cas on cases." Sam remarked making himself coffee, it wasn't that bad of a motel this time.

Dean only nodded his head, he could care less about hunting now that he has Bentley.
"You called?" Cas questioned, dropping down into the motel room without notice. Scaring the crap out of everyone, he handed Bentley a doll with plastic hair to play with.
"I heard my name." Cas remarked, waiting for their answer.
"Cases, you wanna hunt with me?" Sam asked, sipping his coffee.
"I'd be delighted." Cas nodded, disappearing from the room. You could hear the flutter of his wings, a black feather being left behind.
Dean noticed the item left behind, carefully putting Bentley on the bed he grabbed the feather. Giving it to Bentley, "Be carful with this, kiddo." Dean handed her the feather, he watched his daughter pet the feather carefully.
"Is that normal?" Sam asked motioning towards the angel feather.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked, still watching Bentley play with her new doll and feather.
Sam walked over, taking the feather from Bentley, showing Dean the blood at the end of the feather. "Is Cas supposed to loose feathers, like that at least. I mean that's never happened before."
"No, I don't think so. Especially with blood." Dean took the feather back, handing it to his daughter.
Bentley waved the feather around like it was the best thing in the world, happy about the new item.
Dean started packing their things, they needed more answers about Cas.
"Let's get going, I'll pack you get Bentley ready." Sam nodded, picking Bentley up. She never let go of Cas' feather.