Winchester Life

Chapter Two

| Dean |

"Alright Cas, can you tell us why he came back to life and has hand prints? Angel hand prints on his shoulder." I questioned the blue-eyed angel while pointing at Stiles.

"He was chosen to be protecter of this world." Cas answered. "I assume– that's why the angels brought him back."

"Say what now?" Stiles said, his eyes drifting from Cas to Dean.

"You are a protector of this world." Cas told him. "Just like Sam and Dean."

"So like them?" Stiles said. "Hunters?"

"Yes, that's right." Cas nodded.

"How? I don't even know how to shoot a gun."

We all ignored Stiles' statement as I spoke up, "Question. Why was he pulled out if he wasn't in hell?" I asked. "...or was he?"

"Yes." Cas nodded. "At first he was a spirit but someone sent him to hell. We don't know who but he was in hell for only two months."

"So 20 years?" Sam said.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, what?" Stiles said "I was in hell for how long now?"

"A month on earth is technically 10 years in hell." I explained. "So calm down, you weren't dead for that long."

"Oh, thank god."

"Stiles, do you remember anything from hell" Sam questioned the skinny teen.

"Not really... I just remember me being in a lot of pain and people screaming." Stiles answered.

"The souls."

"T-the souls?!"

"Moving on," I said. "Why was the kid the chosen one? That's some Harry Potter crap."

"That much I don't know... but I do know something else." Cas said.

"What is it, Cas?" Sam asked.

"Well, Dean has a son."

"Come again?" I stammered.

"Aha... What's the kid's name?" Sam asked.

"It's Stiles." Cas said. "I thought you actually knew... thought that was the reason he was here."

"What?!" Both Stiles and I exclaimed in shock.

"Stiles is my son...? I mean how come I didn't know I had a son?" I said softly.

"Wait, so you didn't know you had a kid?" Both Sam and Stiles ask.

"Um.. nope." I said shyly with a small nervous chuckle.

"Shame. Shame on you. Shame on your soul. Shame on your family." Stiles dramatically gasped with a shake of head.

"You don't only have a son, Dean." Cas said after a few seconds of silence.

"What?! Another kid?!" I shouted nervously.

"Yes. A girl, actually. She's Stiles' twin and her name Nicole Winchester. She never really got adopted. I believe she escaped the orphanage when she was fourteen."

"I have a twin sister?" Stiles questioned in disbelief. "..cool."

"Awesome..." Stiles grinned. "Hey, Cas. What's my mom's name?"

'Yes. Answer cause I want to know too.'

"Her name was Abigail Miller." Cas said.

That's when I froze. We dated for six months when Dad and I were in a hunting trip in South Detroit.

"Two kids." I sighed, leaning my back against the chair.

"Yes."

"Okay... first why did Abigail leave Stiles and Nicole for adoption?" I asked.

"I think she thought of it as being too young and not being able to take care of them." Cas answered.

"Why not just call Dean?" Sam added.

"She never wanted to see him again....I think. I never really understood that." said Cas.

"Where is Nicole now?"

"Chicago. Also... before you ask Abigail passed away a year ago in a car accident." Cas said before disappearing.

"So... we're going to Chicago?" said Sam questiongly.

"Yea. I need to find my kid."

"So..." Stiles trailed off.

"what?" I said.

"My real name's Stiles Winchester, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"So then... actually, never mind."

"What is it, kid?" I asked him. "You can spit it out, you know."

"Can... can I call you dad? I mean, it's okay if you don't wa–"

"Sure, kid." I cut him off and ruffled his hair. "You didn't even need to ask."

"We need to get going." Sam called out, already out of the room.

"Allons-y!"