Under His Wing: The Goddess War (Book Three)

Chapter 2- A Next door Nightmare

  You drive home the next morning, Dean and Sam said they would watch Callie for the next day so you and Cas could get some research in about what was going on.
  Your driving home now, about to pull into your driveway.
"So, what do you think that vision was about?" He asks, you slide your hair behind your ear and look over at him, putting the car in park.
"I don't know... She said something about silver hats- We'll look it up. For now, I just want to eat breakfast, and watch the last episode of AHS... You in?" You smile.
"I guess we can take advantage of the fact that Sam and Dean have her for he next night... Sure.".
You get out of the car and walk over to the mailbox, Cas going inside.
"Hey Y/n! Busy morning, huh?" Your neighbor walks over next to you to grab her mail.
You laugh a bit and smile at her.
"You have no idea Sandy..." you sigh.
"Where's the little one, I know Luke wanted to hang out with her today..." she points to her son who you see watching TV through the living room.
"Oh... She's at my brothers for the night, I'll bring her over tomorrow though." You grin, as your about to walk away, Sandy grabs your arm.
"Y/n... I'm a little concerned..." she says slowly, you tilt your head.
"What do you mean?" You ask. She shakes her head and chuckles at herself.
"It's probably nothing, just over protective mother senses... but Luke told me that he had a dream about Callie, that these men with wings were taking her." She says, you heart drops.
"Like I said, it's probably nothing, just those creative little imaginations of theirs, right!" She laughs, you fake a smile and nod.
"Right... well, it was nice to see you." You grin, and walk back into the house.
"Cas..." you close the front door behind you, placing the mail on a side table next to the door.
"Over here-" he says from the kitchen, you walk over and lean on the counter.
"What's wrong?" He asks, you look up at him.
"Luke had a dream about Callie..." You say.
"The neighbor?" He questions, you nod.
"About winged men trying to take our daughter, Cas. What the fuck is going on, babe, and what the hell was that war you mumbled about?!" You demand.
"It's-... Y/n-"
"Cas this is our daughter we're talking about here, please just tell me."
"The goddess war. That's what it was written as, now that Callie is getting older, she's supposed to start learning about her role, but since she hasn't, both sides want to take advantage of it..."
"Both sides? Both sides want to take advantage of what?"
"Both sides meaning heaven and hell... Her mind is young enough to be trained... manipulated as well into learning what roll she wants. Queen of hell, Goddess of Heaven." He says, grabbing the laptop at the end of the counter.
You close it shut and look at him.
"Don't even start researching, you didn't plan on telling me that our four year old daughter could rule either side?! And that demons and angels are after her- Cas! Why didn't you tell me?" You shake your head.
"I'm sorry... Y/n, I really am. But right now that's not the most important thing, we need to find out who specifically is after her." He opens the lap top once more and begins to type, you lay your chin on his shoulder and begin to read.
"Hey... how did you know that those men were angels- since you drew the sigil to banish them?" He asks.
"I didn't..." you admit.

***

  After watching last weeks episode of 'American Horror Story' and sitting lazily sprawled out on the corner of the couch, you decide to finally grab your laptop and begin some search.
  About an hour in, you finally find something.
  "Cas, look at this..." you spin your laptop around 180' on your lap to show him, he examines it closely.
"The goddess war, as named here, was transcribed off of Hindu tablet known to be thousands of years old..." he reads.
  "Why would the Hindus have known about something so futuristic...?" You ask.
"In ancient Islam times, it was said that there was certain mountain people would go to, one where they believed you could speak to their god- Who was thought to be living as a man, who supposedly created a stream at the top of the mountain with just his staff..." he says.
"If they would go for clarity, maybe this was information they gained, and decided to write it down..." he suggests. You cross your legs on his lap and look at him.
  "But, weren't you around then, shouldn't you have facts instead of inferences?" You ask, he sighs.
"I wasn't everywhere..." he mumbles, you punch him in the arm playfully, changing your position so you could sit comfortably on him with his arm around you.
  "So... Next time for research since I'm wiped, I want to find out why they would be writing about a religious war for a different culture..." you close your lap top and lay on your side, you head on his leg.
  You feel your eyes begin to flutter shut as you fall asleep.

***

"You painted Uncle Dean's face? Wow- is he a princess like you now?" You groggily sit up to Cas speaking on the phone.
"Oh- Mommy's up..." he says, you rub your eyes and reach for the phone as you hear Callie say enthusiastically "I want to say hiiiii!".
"Hey munchkin, what's up?" You fluff your hair back and walk towards the kitchen.
"Well, Uncle Dean let me do his makeup, and a Uncle Sam is up next, so I'll call you when I do that." She giggles, you smile.
"Can't wait to see, ok, I'll give you back to daddy... I love you."
"I love you to mommy."
You hand the phone back to Cas and look at the time in the microwave.
Cas places his phone on the counter and walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck.
"You feel warm..." he says, you lace your fingers with his.
"Is that a good or a bad thing...?" You smirk.
"Depends..." he grins, and spins you around. You look up at him and smile before he goes in to kiss you on the lips.
"I almost forgot the times we had together without a kid..." he chuckles a bit.
"Those were the good times-" you begin with a giggle. "But, I'm happy where we are... Even if we are being hunted down by angels and demons..." you sigh. He places one last kiss on your cheek as the two of you stand there hugging in the middle of the kitchen.