Nephilim By the--blackdahila Castiel X Reader

Chapter 8

Cas left (Y/n) sleeping early the next morning. He knew that Jody was an early riser and wanted to ask her for help in cooking (Y/n) breakfast. Instead, he found Claire sitting at the breakfast bar, sipping on coffee and reading something on her tablet. He was about to turn around and walk out when she spotted him.

“Castiel.” She said. He sighed some. He had tried hard to make things up to her, but she just saw him as the bad guy. The one that took her dad away. But if he wouldn’t have, Jimmy would’ve still died. “So, did you knock (Y/n) up or something?”

“What?” Cas asked, looking confused. Claire looked up at him over her tablet.

“Did you get her pregnant?” She asked. Cas shook his head.

“The baby is not mine.” He said. Claire shook her head. “what?”

“Letting your wife sleep around with other angels? You’re either the best husband ever or the dumbest.” Cas stood across from her.

“She was not my wife at the time and I think I am a good husband.” He said. “Wait, how did you know that I married (Y/n)?” Claire pointed at his hand.

“That’s not dad’s wedding ring.” She explained. “His was gold. Yours is silver. Plus, mom gave me dad’s.” Claire pulled a chain out from under her shirt, showing off a gold wedding band. “Before she dropped me at my grandmas.”

“I’m sorry.” Cas said. Claire watched him.

“I like (Y/n). You better be good to her.” Claire’s firey eyes watched the angel walk around. “Because I know what to do to you if you hurt her.”

“I would never dream of hurting her.” Cas said. Claire nodded and put her tablet away.

“What are you doing up?” She asked, watching him walk around the kitchen.

“I wanted to make (Y/n) a nice breakfast, but I’m not sure what.” He said. “The only thing I can think of is peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but I’m not sure that would be healthy for the baby.” Claire rolled her eyes and headed into Jody’s pantry, coming out a moment later with a box.

“When all else fails, there’s Aunt Jemima.” She said, showing off the red box of pancake mix. “And I’m feeling charitable, with all this baby talk and shit, so I’ll even help you make them.” Cas smiled softly. This was the best interaction he had had with Claire in a while without Dean running interference. So far, so good.

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“Does that look right?” (Y/n) heard Cas ask as she came down the stairs.

“The edges burn sometimes. Those are the best ones.” Claire responded. “Jody always makes them gooey.”

“I do not!” Jody responded, making (Y/n) smile. There were footsteps coming towards (Y/n) then. She looked up to see Cas standing there with a smile on his face.

“I was just coming to wake you up.” He said, leaning down to kiss her gently. “How are you and Layla doing?”

“We’re both great.” She assured him, pressing another kiss to him as his hand rested on her belly.

“You guys better get in here before Claire eats all the pancakes!” Alex called out.

“Oh shut up!” Claire snapped. (Y/n) smiled and took Cas’s hand, walking into the kitchen. Jody watched them. She had promised (Y/n) that she wouldn’t spill the beans about the secret marriage to Sam and Dean, but, to Jody, it was a little unfair to leave them in the dark. But she had no idea what the pregnancy was doing to (Y/n), and she didn’t want to make things worse by betraying her trust.

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Later found everyone back at Jody’s house. Sam, Dean, Jody, Claire, and Alex were teaching Cas how to play poker while (Y/n) and Jack relaxed in the living room, watching a movie. (Y/n) was humming to her belly, keeping a comforting hand on it. Jack looked down at her, watching.

“What is that?” He said.

“What is what?” She asked.

“The song. What song is that?” He asked.

“Remember that movie Cas and I watched with you a few weeks ago. Anastasia?” (Y/n) said. Jack nodded. “It’s the song she sings when she’s imagining the ball. “I ordered Layla a music box that plays that. She can put jewelry in it.” A headache started to form then. (Y/n) rubbed at her head.

“Are you okay?” Jack asked. (Y/n) tried to answer, but couldn’t find the words as the room started to blur away and her body sagged against Jack’s, causing him to scream for help.

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“I’ve been looking for you.” A voice said as (Y/n) opened her eyes. “You’re not an easy woman to find. The Winchester’s are keeping you safe at least.” (y/n) looked around and found a man standing in front of her. She stood up.

“Who are you?” She asked. The man just smiled.

“Does she have a name yet?” He asked. (Y/n) wrapped an arm around her stomach. “I’m not going to hurt her. Or you.”

“What do you want?” (Y/n) asked.

“I simply want to know my daughter’s name.” He laughed. (Y/n)’s eyes widened and she backed away. He didn’t look like the man from the bar, but there had been quite a few drinks involved before they fell into bed. So things were a little distorted.

“No…” (Y/n) said. He smiled at her. “Where did you take me?”

“I didn’t take you anywhere.” He said. “You’re still back wherever you are. I could find your brain, not your body. Trust me, if I had that location, I would be fetching you.”

“What do you want from me?” (Y/n) asked. He smiled at her.

“I just wanted to let you know that soon, we will be together again.” He stopped her from backing up. “You, me, and our little girl. We will train her to be the perfect weapon for heaven,” He smirked and lifted (Y/n)’s chin so she was looking at him. “And I will have you again.”

“No.” (Y/n) said. “Cas and the Winchester’s won’t let that happen.” He laughed and smiled down at her.

“You think they can stop me?” He asked. He kissed (Y/n)’s forehead and smiled. “Better get back home. Enjoy your time with Castiel. It’s limited.” Suddenly, her world went black again.

She didn’t even get his name.

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“(Y/n)!” Cas called out. Her eyes snapped open and she took a big breath of air. She looked around, seeing worried eyes looking down at her. She wiped at her face and her hand came away red with blood from her nose. “What happened?”

“He’s coming.” She whispered. “He talked to me.”

“He? Who?” Dean asked. (Y/n) looked at him. She was tired and having a hard time keeping her eyes open, but she knew that she had to.

“Layla’s dad.” She said. “He’s coming for her. He’s coming for me.”