Nephilim By the--blackdahila Castiel X Reader

Chapter 1

AN: I know I promised myself no more multi-chapter fics until I finished one, but I wanted to show off this one. Plus, I’m really excited to see how Jack is going to be portrayed. And instead of Cas getting stabbed at the end of season 12 the way we saw, in this Lucifer missed and just like sliced his arm or something.

(Y/n) kicked off her heels outside the bunker before she made her way in. She had been coming in late for a while now and had learned early on that the metal staircase would wake people up. Quietly, she made her way inside, the heavy door was not something that she could stop from slamming, but thankfully, Dean and Sam weren’t waiting at the bottom of the staircase, guns pointed at her.

The bunker was almost silent except for the sound of Dean’s snoring and the small noise of the TV that was in the library. Curious, (Y/n) made her way towards that noise, wondering if Sam and Jack were up watching things together. Instead, she saw Jack sitting there, laughing at Scooby Doo, while Cas was perched in a chair, reading a book.

“Cas?” (Y/n) asked. He looked up at her, a smile spreading on his face. “What are you doing?”

“Jack doesn’t sleep much and he kept asking Sam and Dean question after question.” He looked over at the TV. “And I found this show to be entertaining to both young and old.” (Y/n) smiled as you watch Scooby jump into Shaggy’s arms.

“I used to watch this show when I was little.” (Y/n) said with a sad smile. “Before everything happened.” Cas nodded.

“What did you do tonight? Dean was a little annoyed you didn’t ask him to the bar.” Cas said.

“I just needed to do something.” She said with a shrug. “I’m going to shower and head to bed. I have a feeling Dean’s going to wake me up early as punishment.” She smiled at Jack. “Goodnight Jack.” He looked up at her, a big smile on his face. He absolutely loved (Y/n). She was almost like a mother figure to him.

“Goodnight (Y/n).” She waved goodnight to Cas before heading to the shower.

She stood in the shower, thinking about her trip. She had done something, and that something had a name that slipped her at the moment. But he did have the most beautiful blue eyes, reminding her of someone. Dean would have to forgive her for needing a little release. She would buy him a round the next time. Challenge him to a round of dart. Be his wing woman. She’d just deal with it in the morning.

She climbed out of the shower and dried off before heading to her room. Jack and Cas were still in the library, Dean was still snoring, and she was sure that Sam was fast asleep in his room. Jack kept them on their toes, and more often than not, she was the one that was babysitting him, so they deserved the exhausting day they had.

She used her hair dryer and brushed her hair, sitting at the desk in her room. She sighed softly to herself as she put her brush down and crawled into her bed. She loved being here, she loved being with her boys, but she felt like something was missing from her life.

Maybe someday she would find it.

****

Three Months Later

“I’m fine Sam.” (Y/n) growled as he led her back into the bunker. Dean had come down with something, so he was home with Cas and Jack while Sam and (Y/n) handled a simple haunting. At least, it would have been simple if the ghost hadn’t been a fan of knives in a past life. It caused (Y/n) to get sliced up some, and Sam wasn’t happy.

“Yeah, so you told me as you were bleeding out in my Charger.” Sam grumbled. He couldn’t remember a whole lot from his soulless time, but he remembered his love for the Dodge that Cas had destroyed. So, he got himself a new one.

“I wasn’t bleeding out.” (Y/n) snapped. Dean took one look at the bloody towel wrapped around (Y/n)’s arm and grabbed the first aid kit. Jack set by, watching Dean patch up (Y/n). It annoyed Dean, but he knew that Jack was really attached to (Y/n), since she was there for him due to Kelly’s death.

“Are you alright?” Cas asked. If (Y/n) wasn’t in so much pain, she might have noticed the worry on his face. “Should I heal you?”

“Nah.” (Y/n) said, waving the angel off. “My fault. I can live with it.” Dean chuckled.

“She’s been hanging around us too much Sammy.” He laughed. He finished stitching her up and gave her some of the good stuff. “Get to bed. Sam and I have another job in the morning and you are staying here with them.” He motioned over to Cas and Jack.

“Yeah, yeah.” She groaned, slowly getting up and making her way to her room. Jack watched her.

“She’s in pain.” He commented.

“Yeah, a knife wound will do that.” Dean grumbled, putting away the tools. “Just give her some sleep and she’ll be okay.”

****

The next morning, Dean and Sam left early and Cas made sure that (Y/n) was still breathing. She grumbled as she got up to change her bandages in the bathroom. Cas headed out to get some groceries, since the boys hadn’t went before they left for their hunt. Jack was settled in the library, watching Powerpuff Girls. (Y/n) washed her face before she removed the bandage on her arm, ready to clean and rebandage it.

Except, there was nothing there.