Destiel One Shots

51. Just A Worried Mother

Cas got so screwed over.

Dean and Sam were working a case nearby which seemed demon-y. There was a baby found at one of the crime scenes, and they decided to "take care" of her. As in, they were going to make sure there wasn't anything fishy going on.

They found the demons' hiding place, and decided to take action. And Cas was left with babysitting duty.

They left him there in the motel room they had rented to take care of the kid. Dean decided to leave a teddy cam in case something happened. They just hoped nothing did.

._.__.~Several Hours Later~.__._.

Dean and Sam got in the Impala, Dean checking his phone. He heard it ring a few times in there as he fought off those demons.

He had three voicemails from Cas.

"Sam, Cas called me three times, you think he's okay?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. Did he leave a voicemail?"

"Yeah, let me check them."

He listened to the first voicemail. "Um, hello Dean. This is Castiel. I've been hearing some strange noises outside, there could be something out there. I just wanted to inform you, it's nothing serious. I'll call again in case it gets worse. Um... bye." And he hung up.

He listened to the second one. "Dean, it's me again. Castiel. The noises are getting worse, and it's scaring the baby. I'm not sure what it is, I've never heard anything like it. Listen," He heard a whistling noise and tapping and scratching in the walls. "I'm getting concerned. Please, Dean, call me back."

The third voicemail. "Dean, I'm getting very worried. If you don't call me back soon, I'm taking the baby to the bunker. I can't handle this on my own, not while I have her. Please, Dean, call me back, or get here as soon as you can. Oh, and this is Castiel."

He shoved his phone in his pocket. "We gotta go. Now."

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"Something's going on at the motel." And with that, he sped down the road to the motel.

Once they arrived, they quickly ran into the motel room to find Cas sleeping in the rocking chair, the baby asleep in his arms.

"I don't get it, I thought you said Cas was in trouble?" Sam looked to his brother, speaking quietly so not to wake up Cas.

"Well, he was kinda freaking out on the phone."

"Let's listen to the voicemails again."

Dean dug his phone out of his pocket. "Son of a bitch." He muttered.

"What?"

"Another voicemail left about a half hour ago."

"Why didn't you pick up?"

"I didn't hear it ring. I put it on vibrate while we were hunting those demons, must've forgot to turn the ringer back on."

"Well, listen to it."

Dean put his phone on speaker so that Sam could hear it. "Hello, Dean. I'm sorry I caused such a panic, as I'm sure I have. The whistling noise was just the wind. The tapping and scratching was just a tree blowing against the wall from outside. Embarrassingly so. I am truly sorry for this, and I hope I haven't caused too much distress. And this is Castiel. Goodbye, Dean." And he hung up.

"We should check and see what happened." Dean suggested.

"What do you mean by that?" Sam narrowed his eyes at him.