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It had been many months since the day that Samantha Novak-Winchester was born to a young couple in Lawrence, Kansas, and was adopted by Dean and Castiel, as the mother had planned. Her name was Jo (the mother), and her current life situation left her with thoughts that she couldn't take care of a baby. Dean suspected she was a hunter, like him. Her speech patterns and obvious suspicion of everyone and everything almost tipped him off. Dean hoped that if she was indeed a hunter, the bloodlust would not carry onto the child.
She grew to the current age of five, with a full head of beautiful brown hair, and a pair of long legs. She would grow to be like her adopted fathers, tall and strong and utterly beautiful.
In a small cabin just outside of Dean's hometown, the trio resided with quiet happiness. Their days passed quickly, and though Dean had dropped his hobby for the time being(for Samantha's sake), symbols and sigils covered their home, as insurance.
The cabin had an extra room, especially for dear Samantha, but she chose to stay snuggled between the slow rise and fall of her fathers chests. For a young child, she slept well, and though it almost worried Castiel and Dean, they appreciated her love of sleep. They all lay there in complete silence for most mornings, Castiel's hands and feet locking with Dean's, to provide a cage of limbs in which Samantha slept soundly. Dean watched her closely in the hushed dark of the night, and when Castiel did not sleep, he listened to her quiet breaths.
When she would not sleep, the boys would smile brightly at one another, and hum the song about sad, blind man.
It worried Dean when he woke to find Castiel or Samantha gone, but most of the time one of them would be up, taking long sips of coffee(for Cas) or water(for Samantha), often together, cuddled on the sofa. Their hushed, whispered conversations that echoed down the hall would calm him into a state of almost-sleep.
One night in particular, Dean woke in their bed, tangled in sky blue sheets with Samantha clutching two fistfuls of her fathers grey tee. Under a wave of stringy brown locks she slept soundly, her breaths timed naturally to Dean's. In. Out. In. Out. Until a sudden hitch pulled Dean's mind from slumber, and his eyes fluttered open. With a small, soft smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes, he placed a hand on her cheek, cupping her face gently. He didn't speak, for fear of waking her, but he mouthed three words to her as she slept. He listened for the sounds of coffee being poured, or the quiet clink of a spoon hitting the inside of a mug as Castiel stirred copious amounts of sugar into his drink.
But he didn't hear the clinking or the soft shuffle of Castiel's socked feet as they padded along the floor. He lifted his head, the years of hard work and breaks and splits that never healed properly making something in his shoulder snap softly, the sound echoing in the dark bedroom. Crickets outside chirped rhythmically.
He made his way into the tiny kitchen where their trusted coffeemaker had been left on. He flicked the switch and let a steady stream of hot coffee pour into a heavily stained mug. To lull his nerves, he let himself pour a bit of whiskey into the mixture, along with a spoonful or two of sugar and cream. The light of the bathroom poured out onto the hardwood floor, and Dean noted that Cas was probably just using the toilet.
The ping of the spoon against cup made him smile, and as he walked back to the bedroom where his daughter lay sleeping, and his angel would soon return.
When his cup hit the floor, it shattered into a million pieces, hot coffee spilling out onto their dark hardwood floor, and shards of hard glass spreading out. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, and his automatic response was a string of curses that flowed from red lips.
Green eyes flicked up, just briefly, catching those of his glassy-eyed lover. Around then circled a bright orange flame that kissed and licked at Castiel's porcelain skin. He was plastered on the ceiling, a ring of hellish flame encircling his body. For a moment, Dean thought he could hear a quiet, muffled scream that drowned into a whimper. But he soon realized that the inhuman sound was escaping from his own mouth.
His instincts told him to run, and so he did. Into the forest that surrounded their tiny cabin, dodging trees and ignoring the cuts from the rough undergrowth of the forest floor. Though it might have seemed as though he was running in a random direction, headed into the unknown, away from the flame. He was in fact headed for something. When he approached the hollow tree, a box lay neatly at it's foot. Right where he had left it, the day they moved in, a sturdy case that housed a small handgun. Loaded inside was a single bullet.
Fire does not simply destroy. Fire kills. Fire caresses it's victims until they are burnt, and fire will turn them to ash; soft to the touch, and so very fragile. This is what it had done to Dean Winchester twice in his lifetime. He had so many ends since his very own beginning, and the last ending he ever saw, was the one that had burnt him from the inside out.
Young Samantha Winchester had not always known for certain how her life would plan out, she was merely five, after all. But she had always planned on having her parents with her. She had certainly not planned on running after her father that fateful night, only to catch her breath and find him, a silver handgun shaking in his withered fingers. It would be a moment she would remember for her entire lifetime, something she would never quite shake from her mind.
On the day of her twentieth birthday, she was tall and gorgeous, but she held a constant sad air to her. She had no party, no cake and no presents, but she returned to the gravesite where Castiel Novak's ashes were buried, and where the body of Dean Winchester lay, for one last time, with a gaping hole in his head and in his heart.
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