[RE-WRITING] The Righteous Man's Daughter {Dean Winchester's Daughter}

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She leads us to just outside Cas' room and stops to let us in first. "Hey, Cas," Dean says, speaking up first. The tan trench coat-ed angel stands staring out the window on the opposite side of the room from us. There's a short moment before he turns around to face us. His face looks almost exactly the same as I last remember seeing it.

"Hello, Dean." Cas says with a small nod. He pauses before glancing to Sam and greeting him, the same thing before greeting me.

"Hey, Castiel." Sam replies.

"Missed you, little angel buddy." I add.

"Look at you, walkin' and talkin'." Dean comments. "That's... That's great, right?" Cas walks towards us, staring intently at Dean.

He holds his hand out, but not like he wants to give Dean a hand shake. His face entirely serious, he's holding his pointer finger out, like he wants someone to-- "Pull my finger," he says.

It takes all I have not to laugh, this is serious. I may not know Castiel like I know other people in my life, but this is out of character. Dean is surely speaking everyone's thoughts when he says, "What?"

"My finger, pull it." Cas repeats.

Dean sighs and awkwardly looks between Sam and I before reaching out and pulling gently at Cas' finger. I'm expecting some major, angel-level fart, but instead the lights in the room shatter all at once. In retrospect, I guess that could be considered an angel fart based on what I've heard about other uncensored angel stuff. Even though Cas has dropped his finger and begun to laugh, Dean stands beside me, stiff as a rock. I've resorted to ducking my head between my arms.

It was a brief lived humor before Dean starts asking Cas a bunch of questions while Meg fixes up a light. "Okay, just, hang on, Cas. Let us catch up to you for a second." he says.

"So, you're saying you remember who you are, what you are." Sam goes on.

"Yes, of course." Cas confirms, as if he's said it a million times. In all technicality, I'm sure he has, but still. "Oh," Cas suddenly turns around sounding like he's remembered a piece of very important information. "Outside today, in the garden, I followed a honeybee." Wait, what? "I saw the route of flowers." he continued. "It's all right there, the whole plan. There's nothing to add."

"You might want to add a little Thorazine." Sam commented to Meg.

"Right?" Meg agrees, leaning against a wall with her arms crossed. She's been standing over there since she fixed the light, side-eyeing me weirdly. "He's been like the naked guy at the race ever since he woke up, totally useless."

"Will you look at her?" Cas said, nodding to Meg. "My caretaker. All that thorny pain, so beautiful."

"We've been over this, I don't like poetry." Meg responds, adding, "Put up or shut up." Castiel remains smiling as he tilts his head curiously at her.

Sam claps his hands together awkwardly. "Okay," he starts, clearing his throat, "so, Cas, you said you woke up last night?"

"Yes," Castiel confirms. He goes on, explaining, "I heard a ping that pierced me, and, well, you wouldn't have heard it unless you were an angel at the time."

Sam picks up the bag we'd put the Chicken Scratch Rock into, holding it out towards Cas. "That's also when we opened this." He explained.

"Oh, of course. Now I understand." Cas said, looking into the bag at Chicken Scratch Rock.

"Care to explain to the class, Cas?" I say watching him glance over the rock.

"You're the ones." Cas continued, glancing between Dean, Sam, and I. He chuckles and continues, "Well, I guess that makes sense."