Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

Disgrace. (Part 2)

"Hello father."
I say as I lean against a white pillar, staring at a giant sculpture of Lincoln.
Castiel turns around in confusion.
"Molly? What are you doing here?"
I tilt my head and squint, mockingly.
"Better question. What are you doing here, at the Lincoln memorial?"
I ask, actually concerned.
"I come here to think."
This does not clear up anything.
"There is 195 countries in this world. With thousands, if not millions of places to think. And you choose the Lincoln memorial?"
He is still severely confused by my confusion and turns around to look at the statue.
"It's quiet here. It feels safe...and distant."
I can't hold back any longer.
"Why don't you love me?"
Castiel slowly turns around and stares at me.
"What?"
I feel my heart become heavy.
"Why don't you love me?"
I ask again, but this time my voice shakes, and I'm afraid of the tears that might fall.
"Molly...I do love you. I do."
I grit my teeth together.
"LIAR. Dean told me what you did."
I scream making the room shake.
You can practically see the dust fly off of Lincoln as my voice echoes across the marble floors.
He jogs up to me and places his hand on my shoulder.
In attempt to ease me.
I shrug it off and stare directly at him.
Angry as hell.
I grab his hand in a bone crushing hold.
"Tell me the truth."
His face lights up.
Fluorescent yellow eyes and veins.
"I was scared to love you, at first. I saw this abomination that I was never supposed to create. I got scared that I would get too close to something that I would have to kill. I was going to kill you, Dean said that I should kill you, but I locked you up instead."
Tears pricked my eyes.
"Why? Why did you lock me away? I would have rather died."
I ask softly, my voice cracking.
"Because I was ashamed of you, but I couldn't bring myself to kill you. I thought you were a disgrace to angel and human kind...I was wrong, Molly. I watched you grow for years, and I'm proud of you. You're kind and gentle. Your powers are extraordinary. You're good, Molly, and I love you."
I let go of his hand and turn away from him.
Tears run down my face and I don't know how to stop them.
I don't even know why it's  happening.
I am relieved, but disappointed.
A hand gently grabs my arm and turns me back around.
"You're crying."
He states as he brushes away a tear.
"Yes. It's new. I don't know how to control it."
Astonishingly enough, he hugs me.
He's never done this before.
Not to me at least.
It takes me a moment but I hug him back.
"I'm sorry. You just need to let go."
He says quietly.
"I don't know how."
Without a word, his embrace tightens.
My sadness gradually begins to fade and I can feel myself letting go of it.
Of everything.
"Father?"
I ask, my head still tucked in between his head and his shoulder.
"Yes my love?"
I take a moment to think of what I am going to say next, and if I should even say it.
"Why does Dean want to get rid of me?"
Cas takes a step away from me and breathes in deeply.
"Dean is suspicious of you. Scared of what you can become. You have the power to save this pitiful world, but you could also potentially destroy it. I know that you can be good, but all Dean sees is what could go wrong."
I look down at my feet.
I'm wearing the red converse that Dean got me the day I was born.
"He used to like me, Castiel. I don't know what I did to change that."
Castiel takes hold of my hand and suddenly we're on top of the Lincoln memorial.
Our feet dangling right off the side of the roof.
I didn't gasp or panic.
I just let the wind relieve me of the tension I had been building.
"Molly, when you became more powerful...you accidentally hurt Dean-"
"What?!"
"Molly. Let me speak..."
I shut up and let him continue.
"It wasn't your fault necessarily. You were asleep one night, and I asked Dean to wake you up, because it was time for us to go. He agreed of course and when he walked into Sam's room to wake you, you shot up frightened and threw him against a wall. You were not fully awake, so you don't remember. It was a reflex. About a week later I made the decision to put you away for a while."
I shove down a gasp.
"Dear god...I need to apologize. I-I can't believe I hurt him. I would never-"
"I know, Molly, but you scared him. And after that he didn't trust you anymore. It's nobody's fault. It just...happened."
I look at him with bloodshot eyes and don't know what to say.
He's a good dad.
"I still have to apologize."
"Then you should do that, Molly."
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"Dean?!"
I call out as I walk down the bunker stairs.
Dean appears from a hallway in a bathrobe.
"Hey Molly. Where's Cas?"
I purse my lips.
"He's at the Lincoln memorial. We made up and all, but I thought that I should do this myself..."
I take a few steps closer to him and I can tell he tenses, and it makes me upset.
"I want to apologize. For what I did. I don't remember doing it, but that makes it worse. I did a bad thing, Dean, and I lost a friend. You had every right to be mad at me. But, I'm here now, five years later, asking for your forgiveness. I made a mistake, I never meant to hurt you, and I'm so sorry."
I can see Dean process what I said for a moment or two.
"Why should I forgive you, huh? Why should I trust anything that comes out of your mouth, Molly?"
I try to hold back tears, but they fall out anyways.
"Because there was a time where I loved you like a brother, Dean! Why would I want to hurt you? You're the brother of the man that I love. You were like my family. It killed me inside not knowing why one of my best friends just up and decided that I didn't matter anymore. It hurt even worse finding out why, and that's why I need you to forgive me. Because, I might not be able to live with myself if you don't."
Dean looks at me closely.
He studies every tear that falls and every word that I speak diligently.
Not knowing wether he was ready to give me his forgiveness.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Yes, Molly, okay. I forgive you."
I let out a breathe that I didn't know o had been holding.
I took a few steps closer to him and he was quick to pull me into his chest and hold me tightly.
"The family's back together again. That's what's important. I guess I had a hard time seeing that."
"It's okay, Dean. We're gonna be okay."
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