Demon Spawn (Demon!Dean Destiel)

Just A Worried Mother

Cas was constantly watching over the twins. He never let those two out of his sight. He was always paranoid, thinking something would happen. And Sam was beginning to worry.

"Listen, Cas," He began at some point, as Cas held Eva and Xzavier in the chair next to the crib. "I love that you're trying to be a good father. I mean, that's great. But... maybe it's time you... relaxed a little bit. You seem... stressed."

"I am fine, Sam. I am just making sure they're safe."

"Making sure they're safe is one thing. This is being overprotective."

"I can be overprotective if I want! These are my children, and I won't let anything harm them," He looked down at the twins and smiled. "Isn't that right? You don't have to worry, daddy's here for you."

"I'm just worried about you, Cas."

"You don't have to worry about me, Sam. I am fine. I just... I feel as though something will happen to them. They are Nephalem, after all. Any angel or demon would love to get their hands on the only two of these beings in existence."

"Cas, they're safe in the bunker, no matter what. No demon or angel or anything can get in."

"Dean potentially could. And... he might...-"

"Cas, listen to me. Dean may be a demon, but even that isn't enough to make him hurt his own kids. Besides, we don't even know if he knows that they're here. He could be in the dark about this. Maybe when he said he needed you for something-"

"Sam. This was his plan, there is no getting around that fact. He knew this would happen."

"But we don't know that for sure."

Cas sighed. "What else could he have meant?"

"I... I don't know. Just... let me watch them for a while. You need some rest."

"I am an angel of The Lord. I am fine without rest." He mumbled.

Sam chuckled softly. "Oh really? Because I distinctly remember your angel friend, Hannah told me about what's been going on with you on the road. How you fell asleep behind the wheel."

Cas looked away from him, his cheeks reddening. "It was getting late. I was just tired."

"You were just tired. Okay."

"When did you even speak with Hannah?"

"Well, I wanted to know how you were doing. And I had a feeling I'd get a more honest answer from her than you. Cas, you realize you're dying, right?"

"Yes, Sam, I am fully aware of my weakening state."

"Then why not bother asking for help? From anyone? You know I'd help you. Dean would, too, if he... were human."

Cas sighed. "I don't know. My pride got the better of me. I thought I could handle it myself. That I didn't need help. And... I suppose a small part of me knows this is the end. I will surely die, Sam."

"Don't talk like that. There's gotta be a way. You have kids to take care of, man."

"I know. And the only way for me to survive is to imbibe copious amounts of angelic grace. But I just can't. I can't take another angel's grace for the sake of my own wellbeing. It just doesn't seem fair."

Sam sighed. "Cas. You're dying. You need rest. I can watch them for a while, okay?"

Cas looked down at the twins sleeping in his arms. He couldn't bear to see anything happen to them. He was determined to be the best father he could've been. Even if that meant several sleepless nights.