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“This is my voicemail. Make your voice… a mail.”
This was the 14th time in one day that Dean Winchester had heard this god-awful thing, not of Castile’s voicemail
“Hey Cas I haven’t heard from you in a while We might need your help on a hunt or it just seems like something you might want to get on .call me back or just show up seriously dude Where are you”
to say Dean was frustrated with the disappearance of the best friend Was an understatement. Dean had been on edge not knowing what had happened to the angel much less knowing that Jimmy Novak wouldn’t have called him. Even if Castiel hadn’t left the body. Sam kept telling him his worry was pointless but he didn’t believe him. So he had Sam call The Angel’s phone and the same thing This is my voicemail make your voice a mail. Hey, he tried praying but even that didn’t get Castile’s attention it tried violently screaming till his voice was almost raw Still no reply So they’re sat around waiting hoping fingers crossed at the angel would answer them Maybe give you able to give his insight on this case.
little do they know that the angel was dealing with his own problems. he currently had a screaming child on his hands . this wasn’t your typical scream. This was a high-pitched whining scream That would cause here of a normal mortal to explode. The scream that Castiel could understand.The Scream of an Angel. The Voice of an angel But this was not an ordinary angel. This angel came to be strictly out of a drunken prayer from Castiel the one time he wished God wasn’t listening. Even trying to deal with this infant of an angel for a few weeks now I was making no progress. She refused to acknowledge anything he said whether it be in Enochian or English. She didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him which with her being in an infant’s vessel would be nowhere.
So to an unknowing mortal ear sounds like a lot of high-pitched screaming if you were in the same room Because the infant Was using the only voice they knew how to use Which was the true voice of Angel. Castiel was trying his best to do the same in hopes that something would get through to her that he was to be trusted that she was in his care That their father left her to him.
He felt sorry because he knew the only reason he had to be in the situation was that he had seen a picture of Claire Novak I realized once again that he had stripped Jimmy of his entire family. He knew he had taken Jimmy’s chance of being a father away and out of so he went on a drunken Bender of Misery and self-pity and whoa and awkwardly prayed to God Then one day he may be given a chance to in some way make it up to Jimmy. this is God’s cruel way of doing it making Castiel deal with a child. Who is also one of his own- What should be one of his brothers or sisters - Is this child to raise. He had heard the voice of his father letting him know that the child would grow to a point of maturity. the child had hit this point when food no longer tasted like food it began to taste like molecules. a point when all things I would define a mortal, Like puberty, the need for food, water or even to go to the bathroom ceased. the need for slumber no longer existed, emotions not as prevalent. The day that she became a full angel Was the day that Castiel was not looking forward to Because he knew then she would have to answer to the full wrath of heaven for any adult action she ever does after that point.
had he told Sam and Dean about the issue no? He Hadn’t answered a call because he was too busy having to scream off of an infant and trying to feed this child that he knew nothing of how to raise children. Grace induced naps last for a while but once she was up he made it clear she was unhappy.
He’d lost count on how many hours he spent walking a room with her in hand singing different lullabies or soft rock songs to her trying to get her to calm down It would work for a moment until she get put down and she didn’t want to be left alone That was part of her problem was she didn’t like to be alone She had that human need for socialness So Castiel was at the verge of wanting to get a freaking pupus for this damn baby.
Cas heard his phone ring yet another time this time he answered it without even checking his 14 voicemails from Dean.
“dude where the hell are you?"Dean voiceful of rage and resentment
"I’ve been busy Dean,” cas said bouncing the child on his hip walking.
“too busy to answer a phone?”
“you wouldn’t understand Dean"the small angel pulled on cas’s tie and his coat wanting attention so instead of screaming she just cooed at him
"not now sweetheart I’m on the phone,” cas said with the phone in between his shoulder and ear repositioning the child
“Who are you talking to Cas?” dean was confused. Did Castiel get a girlfriend and not tell him or Sam?
“My father has given me the biggest responsibility I have ever been given Dean. Raising a young Angel with her Vessel. I have to be a father to my sister. That’s why I haven’t answered your prayers or calls. Her true voice would defen you right now. That’s how she’s been getting my attention. If you thought Mine was bad when I Raised you from Hell you don’t want to hear her."Castiel made his point to Dean and was trying to think how to keep from ‘sounding like an ass’ as Dean would put it.
"Cas you could have just told us I have nothing against kids The only thing that worries me is now there’s another target on your back and on hers Not to mention your crazy brothers Do they know she exists If not they will soon You have some weird-ass family dynamics cas.
Why don’t you just swing by? Let’s meet Heavens newest Angel.”