Collection of Destiel

Family Tree

Mary Grace Winchester never listened to the kids at her school when they teased her about her parents. In today's society she would have expected more, but she never let it get to her. She loved her fathers. On her fifteenth birthday, with the help of her uncle Sam, she found out who her biological parents were. They had died in a house fire when she was younger, something Sam had been almost choked up about. Not a moment went by that Mary didn't thank her lucky stars that Dean and Castiel had scooped her up and brought her into their home. To her, they were her true parents.

There were many things that made her fathers different from the other parents, one of which was that they never went to church. When she brought up the subject, Dean would always look over at Castiel with almost a broken grimace. Since then she never brought it up. She didn't even bring it up when she snooped into their room (looking for money) and came across an old bible under their mattress. She knew that the bible had been shoved under Cas' side, and it made it all the more intriguing. Without much thought, she had shuffled through the pages only to find that a lot of the passages were underlined. There were even dates and places marked up over certain ones. It struck her how her father would have this, all marked up, but be so against going to church.

It got even stranger when she was rummaging through some old boxes of photos from the Dean's side of the family and came across a couple lists, like things you'd get at a grocery store, but on the other side were words written in a language she didn't understand. She wanted desperately to ask about it, but she figured they would lie to her or it would be some big issue as to why she was snooping around.

Mary brushed all this aside as the days passed and her fathers were just as kind as ever. She watched the way Cas would stare out the window at something that would catch his attention. Then Dean would come up behind him and hold him to his chest. It warmed Mary to see her parents like that, but it wasn't always like that. Sometimes Cas got frustrated, he wouldn't understand the homework she asked help about, or some appliance in the kitchen would bust, or something on the TV would make Mary and Dean laugh but Cas couldn't understand it. Dean would always hold him and whisper sweet things to him, but she knew that something was misplaced about Cas.

It wasn't until she was sitting with her best friend Rachel that things became almost surreal.

"You're telling me your dad's name is Castiel? Like Cas-tee-el?" Rachel raised her eyebrows with an amused smirk. "And yet he told you repeatedly that you guys were never going to go to church?"

"What's so funny?" Mary shuffled with her books and tried to jam them into her locker. It was just a typical Wednesday with school and drama and teenager life.

"Nothing, it's just Castiel is the name of an angel."

"An angel?"

"Yes, Mary, like the winged guys with halos and stuff. I remember hearing about him in bible school. Maybe the reason he is so weird is because he was an angel. Maybe he was and then he fell, literally, for your other father!" Rachel howled with laughter at the thought.

But Mary paused. She stared deeply into nothing and contemplated this. When she asked her dad where he came from, he just said north. When she asked about his family, he had said that they were a long distance away. She had only met uncle Gabriel, who was very strange and was always popping in so unexpectedly.

"Is Gabriel the name of an angel, too?"

"Yeah, he's an archangel. Man, you really know nothing about religion."

Mary went straight home from school. She knew that her family was different, but now young fantasies of angels filled her mind. Her father was always mysterious, but now it kind of made sense. Even though she was seventeen, she still had the spark to believe into things that were magical and foreign.