Gaurdian Angel

Chapter Thirty One

Exactly one year later

Miracle's POV

It was around noon when I heard a knock on the door of my dorm room. I grabbed Jesse's hand and pulled him to the door with me. I opened it, and was greeted with the somber faces of two police officers. They had their hats clutched in their hands, sympathetic looks in their eyes. I dropped Jesse's hand, biting my lip. I was instantly worried, but still managed to ask; "What seems to be the problem officers?" I noticed worry seeping into my voice. "We have some bad news for you... I regret the need to say this, but... Your fathers were in a car accident on the highway around a half an hour ago. They were taken to the hospital, but there was nothing they could do. They've passed." I felt my knees buckle underneath me. Jesse caught me as I fell to the floor, pulling me back to my feet. He pulled me into his chest but I pushed away, shaking my head violently. "No. No, get away. I don't need comforted. They're not dead. You made a mistake officers." I snapped, shutting the door in their faces. I frantically tore into my hoodie pocket, searching for my phone. I yanked it out and pulled up dad Cas's contact. I clicked the button with shaking hands and hit the speaker button. It rang for the whole thirty seconds, then went to voicemail. I let out a choked sound of terror and frantically called dad Dean. No answer. I called my dads over and over again, sobbing loudly, until Jesse gently worked the phone out of my grip, pulling me into his chest. I dug my nails into the palms of my hands, sobbing into his shirt. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and held me, my shoulders shaking.

~One week later~

Miracle's POV

The funeral was today. I had to make a speech, because they were my dads, but I was completely and totally awful at speeches. I refused to write one, since I knew that it would come out strange and robotic. I knew that if I just made it up on the spot, it would come out a lot better. So that's what I did. After I took a shower and dressed in a plain black dress, Jesse drove us to the funeral home, knowing that I wouldn't be able to keep my focus. During the funeral, I basically blanked out, eyes constantly streaming tears, until I heard them call me to the front. I walked up to the podium. Staring out into the crowd, I recognized everyone there. Charlie, Charlie's girlfriend, Uncle Sam and Uncle Gabriel, Kevin Tran (he was the one who had sold them both their rings on the same day), Adam, my biological mom, and my grandpa, John. He sat in the back, his cane laid across his lap and his eyes clouded with pain. I'd only met him a handful of times. I took a deep breath, glanced at Jesse for strength, then began.

"My dads. What can I even say about them that you don't already know... You all... You were there for them and you were their friends..." I glanced at Uncle Sam, Uncle Adam, Grandpa John. "A couple of you were even family. You all had a special place in their hearts, and I know you're going to miss them almost as much as I am." I paused again to choke back a sob. "But I don't think that any of you will miss them quite as much as I will. They raised me from the day I was born. They supported me and cared for me, and I loved them so much... My dads... Dean Samuel Winchester and Castiel Jimmy Novak... They aren't gone. They're my angels now. My guardian angels. They'll continue to do what they've always done for me. They'll continue to watch over me and protect me... Just..." I choked and covered my mouth, forcing down a sob. "Just from farther away." I broke down then, sobbing into my hands. Seconds later, I felt a hand on my back. I let whoever it was gently move me down the stairs and into my seat. I heard them turn and walk back up to the podium, then the soft, deep, soothing voice of Uncle Sam filled the room. He spoke for a few minutes, then walked back to his seat. I looked at the empty podium, then walked back up to it. "I'm sorry about that everyone. I'm going to try to finish what I was saying now. As I was saying... My dads were amazing while they were here... And they're still amazing. They are my angels. My guardian angels. I love them so much, and I always will. I remember, when I was little, all the times I was upset or hurt. How they calmed me and made me happy again. My tenth birthday, right before the day we planted my tree... When all they got me was books. Over fifty books. I have every one of those books, in my book case at their house. They told me that if they ever died I'd get the house. I'm moving there as soon as I finish school next week. I'll always have them there with me. I'll have them in the red paint dad Dean picked out for the kitchen. I'll have them in the three walls completely full of pictures that dad Cas insisted they continue as tradition. I'll have them in the stacks of music filled CD's that dad Dean filled an entire shelf with. I'll have them in the scratches on the counter from dad Cas always chopping food there when he taught me the basics in cooking. I'll have them in the Impala, because they day they...." I bit my lip until I tasted blood, then cleared my throat. "They were in dad Cas's car. He liked his car, but not the way dad Dean loved his Impala. He told me the Impala would be mine if anything ever happened to him. So I'll still have them, I just won't be able to hug them, look into their eyes, thank them for raising me, tell them I love them... But maybe they can hear me. So I'll say it, just in case. Daddy Cas, Daddy Dean, I love you." Jesse slipped his arm around my shoulders, making me jump in surprise. I hadn't seen him walk over. He smiled at me, wiped my tears away, then walked me back to my seat.

Later that day, we buried them under my tree. The trunk was wide enough for me to get one of dad Dean's knives and carve the shape of two headstones into the bark, and deep into the wood. The headstone shapes lined up with the turned dirt from their graves. I carved their names into their respective graves, along with their birth and death dates and a simple matching inscription at the bottom of each grave.

'Maybe dead, but never gone. I'll see you sometime, my guardian angels.'