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

2. Chick-Flicks

Castiel and Dean have taken Leah home from the hospital and gotten her to bed. The day has been so long and it's felt like a week to the fathers, but it's only 5 p.m so the day is far from over. The men are down the hall from their daughter's bedroom checking out the bathroom door, and they help each other picking up what's left of it, carry it out into the hallway and Dean is picking up all the individual pieces. Cas starts washing up all the blood off the floor even though it's tough, especially knowing it's his daughter's. He stops for a moment and he picks up the bloody glass shard from the floor, turning to his husband.
"Dean," he says, and Dean gets up and turns around, grabbing the shard and examining it.
"Wait, is this...?"
"From her mirror," Cas says and sighs. Dean groans, handing Cas back the piece and sending him a concerned look.
"Maybe we should go in and get the rest of the pieces so she won't use it to hurt herself again."
"Dean, I'm sure she learned her lesson like this. You saw how scared she was, how badly she wanted the bleeding to stop."
Dean shakes his head, wanting the picture out of his head, the sight of his terrified daughter sitting on the floor in a pool of her own blood.
"Yeah, I know. But it's still dangerous. Maybe there's some on her floor and you never know, she may step on it. We gotta clean it up anyway."
Cas nods thoughtfully, throwing the shard in the trash can.
"Well, who's going to do it?" he asks, feeling reluctant to go into her room while she is like this.
"I can do it if you don't want to," Dean replies.
"No, I might as well. Just throw the pieces in the trash and we'll go to Home Depot to get a new door tomorrow", he says on his way out. Dean shrugs and keeps picking up the pieces. He just now realizes he didn't know his daughter's location in the room when he knocked it down. He was pretty lucky that she wasn't in the way so she'd get hurt even more, but hopes he doesn't have to do it more than once.
Cas knocks carefully on Leah's slightly open bedroom door. "Leah? You in here?" he asks, but sighs because of course, where else would she be.
He opens the door and looks straight forward into his daughter's room. It's still messy in there from when she came home and threw a tantrum before she went into the bathroom. The mirror is all smashed to pieces, so they'll have to pick up small parts of it at once to prevent another accident. He turns to the bed, seeing her lie there quietly, just trying to rest after this horrible day. She turns her eyes towards him.
"Hey, honey, you okay?" he asks softly. She nods quietly, still pale from the blood loss. He knows she's nodding just to make him think she's okay. It's gonna take some time to get her actually good again.
"I just thought I'd take the mirror out before you step on it or something," Cas says, as he walks over to her dresser and starts picking up the biggest shards.
"Or because you're afraid I'm gonna do it again?" she asks, her voice quiet, tired.
"No, we know you're not stupid," he says, the words slipping right out of him without a second thought, and he immediately turns to her. He really could have phrased it differently but it's out now, and he sees her face crumble a little, suddenly feeling really bad about it. She closes her eyes again, turning her face towards the wall, away from him.
"I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean..." He can't find more words as this is a situation he has never even imagined himself being in, so he doesn't say any more in case he somehow makes everything worse.
Dean peeks his head in and looks at him. Cas shakes his head at his husband to signal that he's not really doing too well in talking to her. Instead he crouches down and keeps picking up the pieces of the mirror while Dean walks in and approaches their daughter.
"Hey, kiddo, how are you feeling?" he asks calmly as he sits down on the bedside.
"I'm feeling like crap," she says, barely looking up at him, her voice shaking.
"Well, I would probably too," he replies. "But it's gonna get better," he promises, as he puts a hand to her face, stroking her cheek lovingly.
"It doesn't feel like it right now."
He sighs heavily, "I know, it never does. But we'll do something that makes you happy. Something that won't require you to move a lot."
"I don't wanna do anything today," she says, turning her face back towards the wall. Dean throws Cas a worried glance, and Cas shakes his head back.
Dean reaches for his daughter's hand. "Okay, sweetheart. You hungry, at least?"
"No."
They realize it's gonna be a long way to go after this.

Dean and Cas are at the mall after they've made sure Leah's sound asleep. They made sure that she knew that they were going out for a bit, by first telling her, and then, if she didn't get it, they placed a note on her nightstand. But the girl was so exhausted, she's probably just gonna sleep anyway.
The first thing they do, as they planned, is going into the bookstore to see if they have books on raising teenage girls. Castiel can't understand why they haven't done this earlier as they walk around the endless shelves, passing books for children, books for teenagers, and Fifty Shades of Grey that Dean frowns at. He then proceeds to take a few steps back to find a thick book with a blue cover and a black and a white cloud on it, named "The Fault in Our Stars" in the youth books section. He picks it up and waves to Cas to get him to come over.
"Hey, I've heard lots about this from my boss. His daughter apparently loves it."
Cas walks up to him, taking the book, looking at the cover. "And she is how old?"
"Thirteen, fourteen? I have no idea. But maybe Leah would like it?"
"Dean, this is a love story. From what I gathered of the little she said, it sounded like it was something about Michael. Giving this book to her would probably be like sprinkling salt into her wounds." He then proceeds to scour through the last pages to look for the ending.
"It looks like it ends with one of the main protagonists dying," Cas says shortly and puts it back into Dean's hand. Dean sighs as he watches his husband walk away from him.
"Spoilers," he mutters under his breath, but takes it with him anyway in case Leah, at some point, would like to read it. Their child is an avid reader with an impressive book collection in the living room despite neither of her dads really being readers.
Cas carries on to the learning section when he sees a woman sorting out books, and he approaches her.
"Hey, excuse me," he says, giving her his most charming smile as the lady turns around, smiling friendlily.
"Yes, what can I do for you today?"
"Hi. The situation is a little crazy; we have a teenage daughter who just had her heart broken and we don't really know what do do about it," he explains as simply as he can.
She gives the question a quick thought as Dean walks up to them.
The lady starts searching through the books, mumbling to herself, "I know I saw one here earlier..."
Dean leans forward and kisses Cas on the cheek and goes off to find something in the self help section, just as the lady pulls one out of the cart she was working on.
"Here," she says, handing it over to Cas, who reads "How to understand your teenage daughter". The title makes it look like a big cliche and Dean swears afterwards that they could have done better without it, but in this moment, it's the only thing that seems fitting.
"Thanks," he replies shortly before opening it, flipping through the pages. Dean comes walking up to him again, peeking at the book over his husband's shoulder.
"From parent to parents," the woman says, turning to look at the fathers, "I have three daughters in their twenties, but they were all teenagers once. My best tip for heartaches is chocolate. Lots of chocolate, ice cream and movies."
"What, you mean like chick-flicks?" Dean asks with a horrified look on his face.
"As far as I know, that's the only thing I know that actually works," she shrugs.
"So we can't just ship her off to therapy or something?" Cas asks, feeling hopeful.
"I think maybe it's best for her to talk to someone close to her, one of you guys or maybe an aunt or something about how she's feeling. That always helped on my girls even though they were shying away in the start."
"Well, she's definitely shying away," Dean mutters to himself but smiles to the lady. "Thanks for the help. We'll be on our way to get some ice cream and... chick flicks," Dean says, looking down and walking away.
"He really doesn't like chick-flicks," Cas whispers to the lady who chuckles.
Dean, who's given Cas the book he decided to get for his daughter to read, leaves the bookstore to get some air while Cas pays for the books.
"Hey, good luck," the cashier shouts after Cas as he leaves.

Before getting containers of different flavors of ice cream and a ton of chocolate, they walk to the movie store to see if they have something to recommend to sad teenagers. They walk through the store in the chick-flick-section and Cas can see on Dean's face that he isn't feeling really comfortable. He stops him halfway through the line, grabbing his arm and looking up at his face.
"Dean, what is it that upsets you so much about girl movies?"
Dean shakes his head, looking at his husband. "Well, it's just that... This is a thing I didn't even realize I would ever do. I still find it so hard to believe that we have a teenage daughter in the house who needs these movies more than she needs us."
"Dean, that isn't true," Cas says with a concerned frown. "She needs us more, but we just might need a little help in this specific situation."
"Yeah... Well, they just aren't my thing, okay? Until you prove me wrong and show me a good chick movie, I will stand my ground." he sighs and turns away from Cas, looking at a movie with two women on the cover. He picks it up and looks at it for a second before he turns to show it to Cas. "Chick flick?"
Cas turns to look. "Very much so," he says. "Musical."
Dean throws his husband a suspicious look and gives it another glance. "How do you know?"
Cas shrugs. "Saw it at the movies," he says shortly, with his back against his husband, hoping he'll let it go.
"Wait, you? At the movies? How, when, who..."
"It was a confusing time," Cas exclaims. "We'll take it. But let's get a few more, just in case."
"Mamma Mia The Movie?" Dean asks to confirm it with Cas. "It isn't sad, is it?"
"No, it's a really happy movie. Its an ABBA musical."
"Wait, I've heard of them," Dean says. "My mom used to listen to them when I was little, I think."
"Well, take it then," Cas encourages with a smile. He just secretly wants to watch it again.
Dean nods, storing the DVD in one of his hands while his other one searches frantically in the romantic section for a sappy movie.
Cas turns to Dean with a cover in his hand, the big 1997 movie about a ship that went down in the middle of the Atlantic. Dean turns it down immediately.
"No. Nope. Not Titanic."
"What, why? It's a compelling story!"
"Yeah, it's not so much when you've seen it on repeat like 500 times. It was the only movie on in the whole of 1997. Sam and I watched it so many times he started talking the lines in his sleep."
"To think that that was only two years before our daughter was born," Cas says longingly.

Dean's taken aback a little when he realizes that it actually has been ten years since the little girl knocked on his motel room door, asking him to be her father because she was all alone. He shakes his head.
"Yeah," he says as he tries to remember what he was talking about. "Well, this movie was on the TV every day for the entire year the year it came out. And the year after. We ain't buying it."
"Alright then," Cas says, putting the movie back where he found it as they part ways again, searching through movies, trying to find something fitting.
He pulls out a movie called 'P.S I Love You' and shrugs, taking it under his arm, and Dean picks out another one before they walk to the cashier. He nods, smirking slightly, winking at Dean. "Romantic night?" he asks. Cas is standing behind him, looking confused.
"It's for my daughter," Dean says shortly, pays and then grab the movies, leaving the store with Cas in tow.