Huntress

Part 19: The Voices

"Well according to the law Nephilim don't need nine months..." Dad trailed off, Uncle Dean leaned over to read what he'd put: "Woah."

You finished your third mug of coffee before adding, "There's barely anything on Nephilim. And what there is is mostly hypothetical."
"Exactly," Dad nodded in agreement, "she should be giving birth around May 18th."
"So we have less than a month to find her..." Uncle Dean grimaced at how little time there was left.
"And no idea where to start." Dad added.
Just then the bunker door creaked open and the three of you shared a look before glancing up at the stairs. Cas closed the door behind himself, his coat swishing a little with his movements as he headed down the steps.
"Cas." Both your Dad and Uncle said in awe.
"You're alright." You smiled at him, only he didn't look great.

"Where the hell have you been?" Uncle Dean interrogated and you shot him a frown, wanting to hear what Cas had to say first. "Well," Cas began, "where I was there was poor...reception."
"Oh wow low bars great excuse." Uncle Dean huffed.
"You were in heaven?" You deduced, earning a nod.
"When I heard that Dagon had captured Kelly I thought they could help...turns out I was wrong."
You felt bad for Cas, he looked so hopeless in that moment. Dad offered a more positive outlook, "At least you're back."
Only Dean wasn't having it. "No I'm sorry, we had a shot at getting Kelly back and we lost it because you were too busy doing nothing."
"De-" You tried to help Cas out, but your Uncle cut you off.
"No, Y/N. I'm pissed off." He stormed out of the room and you sighed as he left.

You stepped forward to follow after him, but your Dad gently pulled your arm back, "Y/N...just let him calm down."
You looked Dad in the eye, looking back down and shaking from his grip, "Not this time." You shrugged.
Knocking at your Uncle's door, you waited for a response but nothing came. Maybe he thought you were Cas.

"Uncle De?" You said timidly as you peered round the door. He was at his desk, head in his hands. As you headed over to him you pulled up another chair and sat down next to him. "Y/N, now's just not a good time-"
"He just wanted to help. He wasn't trying to upset you."
"Yeah well he did!" He slammed his hands down on the table, almost hitting his laptop and you retracted a little. When he noticed your expression, he sighed and his face softened, "I'm sorry kiddo...it's just that you, me, your Dad and Cas. Well, we're just better together."
"I know that. And Cas does too. He really does," you assured him, "come on."
"Yeah," Uncle Dean nodded and shot you a proud smile, "I need a beer."

You followed after him, turning the corner to find your Dad in his natural habitat: feet up, books out and laptop on his lap. "Hey come on get some sleep. We're not gonna find Dagon tonight." Uncle Dean said. You smiled at how much of a big brother he could be.
"What if we've been going about this wrong?" Your Dad looked over you both.
You frowned curiously, "What do you mean?"
"Well we know we can't track Dagon- we've tried. But what if we can track-"
"The Nephilim. " You finished for him, nodding as you began to understand his train of thought.
"How?" Uncle Dean piped up.
"Well," Dad cleared his throat, "remember when we used the spell for Gadreel?"
"It didn't work." Dean said bluntly.
"No but we managed to remove the grace just fine. I mean if we do that for the Nephilim then it'll just be a kid."
"And Kelly won't have to die." You nodded.\
You all smiled.
"This might just work."

"He's still not picking up." You sighed, locking your phone and starting to help Uncle Dean pack. In truth you were very worried about Cas, he seemed like he had something else on his mind and was hiding something from you all. "He played us." Uncle Dean snapped.

"Yeah he played us all..." Dad agreed.
You watched the pair of them debate over what to do with the situation and couldn't help but think how they were good at turning their worries into anger at times. Especially Uncle Dean. You weren't angry at Cas, not just yet. After all, none of you had any idea what he might be trying to sort out.