The Angel, The Hunter and The Nephilim (Destiel x Daughter)

1. Troubles and Veins

The 1967 Chevrolet Impala pulls up into the driveway right beside the front porch of a little, two-bedroom light gray house a few miles outside of Lawrence, Kansas. The proud owner, Dean Winchester, strolls out of the car after a day at work as a mechanic. Times are good for him and his peaceful little family at this part of the year, the beautiful spring; when the trees eventually start sprouting green leaves and the snow finally melts after a long winter. He inhales the lovely smell of grass in the fresh air and turns his gaze down from the sky only to see his husband, Castiel, standing on the porch by the front door, smiling at him.
"Someone's in a good mood," Cas points out and with a short chuckle, and Dean laughs, walking up to him, putting his arms around his beloved husband.
"Yeah, I guess I am," Dean replies, pulling out of the hug and placing a kiss on Cas' lips. They separate, and Cas takes a look at his husband's freckled face that's already getting tan from the sunlight, his smile slowly disappearing off his face.
"Well, enjoy it before it's too late," he says.
"Wait, what does that mean, what's wrong?" Dean asks, and his happy smile, like Cas', is now replaced with a concerned frown.
"It means we have a bit of a situation inside," Cas explains, leading Dean inside the house to talk. He sits his husband down in the small, cozy kitchen where Cas is making dinner like he does every day before Dean gets home from work.
Dean, sitting at the table beside the wall covered with family pictures that he's always cherished, is still frowning.
"Cas, what's going on? Where's the situation?" he asks in confusion, looking up at his angelic husband who's standing beside the stove, finishing up the stew he's made.
He turns to Dean.
"It's Leah. She came home from school two hours early, crying. She's locked herself in her room and I can't get through to her. She wouldn't let me in, but I think I heard her say something about someone hurting her."
Dean gets up the second he hears Cas saying that their daughter was crying and starts walking towards the doorway, but he in his tracks and turns back to his husband when he catches the last of Cas' explanation.
"Hurt her?" he growls. "If someone hurt my little girl, they're gonna have it."
"Hey," Castiel says, stopping Dean again.
"What?"
"Good luck. I've been up hundreds of times the last few hours but she refuses to talk to me. Maybe you'll do better," he says, smiling shortly to his husband before turning back to finish up the dinner.

Dean is standing outside his teenage daughter's bedroom door pleading for her to open up and talk to him, before he realizes that the door isn't locked. He opens it and takes a quick look around, acknowledging that Leah isn't there. He stands around with a puzzled look on his face. All of Leah's pillows have been thrown out of her bed and are scattered on the floor, clothes from her dresser messing up the room, a stark contrast to her general tidiness, and the mirror on the wall, which now is broken and in pieces. All this are sure signs that something is definitely wrong, which immediately has Dean stressed out.
In the silence of the house while he's trying to wrap his head around what happened, he hears a noise from down the hall, and he steps out of the bedroom, walking to hear the sound of someone crying coming from the bathroom. He walks up to the door, knocking, trying the doorknob, it's locked.
"Leah?"
All he hears are the heart wrenching sobs of his daughter on the other side of the door.
"Leah, what's wrong? Please talk to me."
He hears quiet footsteps in the creaky stairs behind him and turns to see a concerned look in his husband's striking blue eyes. Dean shakes his head, then turns back to the door, putting a hand on it.
"Leah, please open up. We're right out here for you, okay?"

The sobs suddenly come to a halt just a moment later, turning into a stifled gasp from inside the locked room, and then it's just eerily quiet. Dean can immediately tell that something bad is happening. Just on the different pitch of the voice a trained ear can hear, and because he's lived almost his entire life being a hunter and now being a dad the last fifteen years, Dean reacts instinctively.
"No, no, no, Leah," he says desperately when he hears a thump, the sound of her falling to her knees. He tries the doorknob again and again, trying to shake it loose. "Leah? Step away from the door, kiddo," he shouts, getting ready to do something very risky.
Cas walks up to him and puts a hand on his shoulder.
"What's wrong?" he asks, eyes wide in worry.
"I think she's hurting herself or something, Cas. I gotta-" he stops it right there, pushes Cas behind him further into the hallway. Then he takes a step back, and with all the force he can muster up, kicks open the barrier separating him from his child.
The old, rusty hinges give out, and the door splinters and shatters into pieces before it falls in fragments to the bathroom floor.
Leaning up with her back to the wall in the bathroom is Dean and Cas' daughter, trying to get the bleeding from her wrist to stop, sitting in a pool of her own blood. Her dress is already soaked, and there's a horrified look on her face from the amount of blood.
Dean rushes over to her, kneeling while Cas stands back, just gasping. Then he turns his back, runs as fast as he can down the stairs to get his phone and dial 911.
"Baby, no," Dean says through gritted teeth, as he takes hold of a towel hanging right beside the shower, grabbing her arm and swinging the towel around her wrist tightly so the bleeding will stop, at least for a moment.
She's just sobbing quietly, as if she can't stop, and she's getting weaker - paler, Dean observes from the whitening look on Leah's face.
"Hey, hey. Leah? You're gonna be fine. You're gonna be just fine, okay? This is not the end, you hear me? Just calm down, don't strain yourself, it's just gonna make it worse," he insists, pulling his bloodied daughter into his embrace, carefully cradling her to try help her calm down.
"Talk to me," he says. "Talk to me, what happened? Did someone hurt you?"
"He... he b... he broke..."
Their house is never far from an emergency room, Dean can already hear the sound of an ambulance in the distance. He pulls his child closer.
"It's gonna be alright, okay? Cas and I are gonna take care of this. We are gonna go after whoever hurt you, with rifles," he says to lighten the mood a little. He fails.
"Why can't you just kill me instead?" she sobs into his strong shoulder. He shakes his head, his hands now full of blood, the warm, red liquid is staining both his and his daughter's clothes.
Dean knows Cas gets nauseous and dizzy from seeing blood. strangely enough since they've been hunters for so long, so he's shying away even though he knows his child is hurting really bad. Dean is usually the one who patches her up when she scrapes her knees or things like that. Cas would help if he could, but with everything suddenly happening all at once like this, he really can't do much.
Dean can hear strange voices downstairs blending in with Leah's soft, silent cries and he tries his best to not make it worse as he gets her shuffled up in his arms, carrying her towards the stairs and walking down as fast as he can, meeting the ambulance personnel on the first floor, right outside the kitchen.
Leah is quickly put on a stretcher and rolled out of the house and into the ambulance, as Dean stands back with his husband for a second. They're both terrified, both dads are shaking.
"Cas, she's gonna be alright," Dean tries to ensure him, but he doesn't sound convincing, and he can hear it himself.
"Can you drive, Cas?" he asks, but regretting it the next second. No, Cas can't drive in this condition.
"Dean, she's still conscious," Cas stutters, walking with Dean out to the entrance, his hand in an iron grip around his husband's. "She's awake and she's alone."
"Go with them, be with Leah. I'm gonna come after in the Impala. It's okay. Just go," Dean says, grabbing their coats from the rack, both of them stepping into their shoes. Because Cas gets dizzy from seeing blood, Dean trusts him more in the ambulance with their daughter than behind the wheel right now, and he ushers his husband to go out to the ambulance.
After giving him a boost to help him get into the back of the ambulance to sit with his daughter, and seeing him carefully wipe away tears and hair from Leah's face, Dean runs as fast as he can to his car and drives after as soon as the ambulance has left the parking lot. He doesn't mind breaking the speed limit and rushing through stop signs and traffic lights because he knows everyone down at the police station. Jody would understand that it's an emergency.

Leah has lost a lot of blood, the severe wound was deep enough that she's getting stitches. Despite this, chances are good that she's gonna be able to go home just a few hours later, according to a nurse who comes out with updates now and then. Both of the concerned dads have been sat down in the waiting room. Dean didn't have time to change out of his blood-soaked clothes, and he tried to wipe off the blood with a paper towel, which proved fruitless, Now they're just sitting there, their fingers intertwined with each other's and they're waiting nervously to see her.
Dean is just wondering what he's gonna say. They never prepared for this, they never saw it coming. She is a teenager already, he curses internally. But a heartbreak, a complete meltdown and then this, over the course of just a few hours? How are they gonna handle all of that at once? He and Cas had to quickly adjust to the parent role, and they always handled problems as they came. But this is something that can't just be fixed with a band-aid and a promise of ice cream.

They've been waiting for an hour in silence when the doctor comes walking out with the chart, and Dean curses internally again because he knows that one of them has to say something to Leah to make her feel better and he hasn't come up with anything yet. Castiel is obviously not doing any better at it himself, and it messes Dean up to see that his always smiling, safe Cas is now reduced to a old, gray and concerned father with tear stains on his pale face.
Both of them get up and greet the doctor.
"Hi, I'm doctor Hunt. We finished the operation successfully, and your daughter should be alright," he says, shaking hands with the stressed fathers.
"She cut the radial artery very deep, but the ambulance personnel are pretty sure that if you hadn't taken action that fast, she'd be in a worse condition. I just need to ask you a few questions before you can see her. Have you any idea what led to this?"
Cas speaks up with a stutter. "She, uh... She came home from school and was really upset, and she ran right to her room because something bad had happened. I don't know what, though, because she didn't wanna talk about it. Next thing we know she's in the bathroom, and..."
The doctor nods sadly. "We're not gonna keep her overnight, but due to the pretty severe blood loss, she's gonna have to stay in bed for a few days. No rapid movements, and no using the damaged hand. I'm gonna get you a list of medications."
"Medications? For what?" Dean immediately protests. "Our kid doesn't need pills, it's just a bad day and a bad reaction. Her cutting herself was just an accident!"
"Sir, accident or not, we're treating this seriously. This may have been a suicide attempt, we don't know. Now, like I said, we recommend bed rest and medications. Hopefully this will wear off in a couple of days and she'll be back to normal."
"Thanks, doc," Dean says and smiles shortly despite really just wanting to punch the doctor for insinuating that it was a suicide attempt. Doctor Hunt leads them through the hallway and up towards the post-op wing where their child is. Dean is still mumbling angrily to himself about the doctor's remark, until he opens the door for them and they see what kind of state she's in.
Dean realizes the doctor might have had a point when he lays eyes on his daughter. Leah is laying on a white bed, her long dark blond hair tangled with dried-up blood in it. Her face is half turned away, she's staring out the window at the spring sky, but he can tell that she's sad and exhausted. Dean squirms, asking himself again and again how this could happen to his daughter, why someone would upset her so much and why she would do this to herself, but he can't seem to find a good answer.
When the doctor closes the door to give the family some privacy, Dean clears his voice and they walk over to the hospital bed. Cas is quiet, still - more or less traumatized, but Dean can see the love in his eyes when he looks down at their child.
"Hey," Dean says softly, letting a hand slide over Leah's bloody, stiff hair. He sighs trying to fight back the tears, and reaches for her thin, cold hand that's not bandaged. "Hey, kiddo, are you feeling alright?"
She shakes her head tiredly, still not looking up at either of them. Well, obviously she isn't alright, he curses internally. Dean doesn't really know what to say next. He looks over to Cas, who's grabbed a chair and is sitting there. He looks so tired. They're both at a loss for words, having never seen this coming.
"I'm so sorry," she whispers suddenly. Her throat sounds dry from the drugs and anesthesia, and a teardrop runs down her grimy face. The fathers exchange looks before they look back down at their daughter.
"Honey..." Cas begins quietly.
"I'm so sorry I scared you," she cries. "I shouldn't have done it. I'm so sorry, I never should have done it." She pulls her good hand out of his, but Dean grabs it calmly and uses his other hand to wipe at her tears.
"I didn't mean to do it, and suddenly there was just so much blood, and..."
"Leah, shh. It's okay, it's gonna be okay, we're not mad at you," Dean, trying his best to be of comfort. "Just try to calm down, alright? The doctor told you to stay calm and rest."
She looks from Dean to Cas, she's shaking, and Cas nods and smiles softly.
There's another moment of silence. The fathers don't know what else to say, they just feel helpless, and Leah, feeling defeated laying there on the clinical hospital bed, torn up in every way imaginable. But then she suddenly speaks up
"You broke it," she whispers.
Dean leans in closer with a puzzled look on his face.
"What? What did I break?" he asks.
"There's no bathroom door now. I'm a girl, I have rights," she says, and Dean and Cas lighten up a little. In all the ruckus, they both forgot about the door stunt from earlier.
"Well, if you haven't noticed, we also have a bathroom downstairs," Dean chuckles.
"There are spiders there," she says and closes her eyes, sighing with a tiny trace of a smile on her lips. "I don't like spiders."
"Well, then I'll have to pick my battles," Dean says, and Cas looks up at him, smiling. They all seem like they're getting back to, more or less, normal.
"Wrestling some spiders or glue the door back together and try to put it back to its place."
Leah opens her eyes again, smiling up at him.
"Or we can get a new door," Cas suggests. Dean chuckles.
"Yeah, that might just be a better idea."
Dean turns back to their daughter, now with a serious look upon his face.
"But you have to promise us both to never, ever do something like this again, okay? We were really worried about you," he says calmly.
Leah looks from one of her dads to the other, sees the look in Cas' eyes, and she nods. "I swear, I won't ever, ever do it again."
"That's my girl," Dean says and kisses her forehead lightly.