Heaven's Child ≫ SPN

12.2

Cas was holding up a silver necklace that had a little glass bottle hanging from it. It was roughly about the size of my pinky finger, and had beautiful silver swirls carved into it. The glass bottle reflected light in an alien way and I knew for a fact that it wasn't just glass.

I was dumbfounded. "Oh my god is he...is this...what?"

"Are you done with the letter?" Cas ignored the shock I was in.

"Uh, yeah I guess—" Before I even finished the sentence, the scroll was on fire and it was just ash in a few seconds. "Okay?" I looked at Cas incredulously but, again, he ignored me.

"Gabriel?" Dean exclaimed. "Her Father is Gabriel? Didn't really seem like the type to care much for Oliver Twist."

"Dude." I gave him a look.

"What?"

"That's like the second orphan joke and I've known you for three days and an hour."

He flashed me a grin. "We're all orphans here—don't need to get weird about it."

"I'm not getting weird, I'm just saying—"

"I'm not an orphan." Cas interjected, giving Dean a look like they've had this argument before.

"Sure you're not buddy," Dean clapped a hand on Cas's back, and in turn Cas angrily shrugged it off.

"I'm not."

"C'mon, Cas. You've never actually seen your old man."

"God doesn't age," Cas snapped back.

"Old man as in your padre, Cas."

"I know, I was being sarcastic."

I gave Sam an exasperated look. He pursed his lips and gave me a shy shrug.

"That's not what sarcastic means—"

"I'm mocking your concept of using old man as a vernacular for father."

"You have to use irony for sarcasm to work."

"God," I groaned. "Did someone drink someone else's coffee or something? Why are you so—" I made weird gestures with my hand between them, "—this morning."

"Nothing."

"I'm afraid Dean believes that he is our leader and is angry that I don't follow his orders by the letter."

"I'm just saying that you shouldn't skip into the arms of things that are trying to kill you."

"If I don't fix things in heaven they will hunt me down for as long as I live."

"There's nothing to fix, nothing is broken!"

"The angles are roaming around in unfamiliar vessels without graces, lost and far away from home. That sounds pretty inoperative to me."

"Yeah, thousands of them! How the hell do you expect to fix that?"

"The angel tablet!"

"Oh. Okay, let's just pass the angel tablet to our trusty prophet and he'll—oh wait. That's right. We know squat from Shinola about where it could be. Until then, I suggest you don't die."

"GUYS. Blue monster sent from the heavens," Sam gestured to the—Sully—thing.

Dean rolled his eyes and Cas glared at Dean.

"Okay," I breathed, "So how are we going to send it back?"

"Send it back?" Sam exclaimed with a disbelieving laugh. "Why? He's here to—"