The feeling that I'm losing her forever. And without really entering her world

Chuck sat in the Winchesters' bunker, a drink in hand. It had only been a few days since discovering he had a biological child, and it was wearing on him. You were still young, a teenager by human years. There was so much of your life he never saw, so much of you he didn't know. But the Winchesters did.

I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter. That funny little girl

You sat on the edge of the table with your legs crossed. You were attempting to push a cup off the table with your angelic power, but had only moved it about an inch.

"Keep at it and one day you'll be able to do this," Chuck said with a half-smile. He snapped his fingers and all the lights flickered, causing Dean to yelp from the shower. You started laughing at Dean's distress, your face split in a smile. There was an unfamiliar ache in Chuck's chest.

Slipping through my fingers all the time. I try to capture every minute, the feeling in it

Birds chirped overhead as the afternoon sun shone down on the grass. He probably should've been helping the Winchesters track Amara. But he just had to spend this time with you. You were sitting on the swingset, lazily pushing yourself back and forth. There were some human parents with their small children, but they all seemed content to read or type away on their phones while the kids played. It was a far cry from Chuck, who couldn't seem to take his eyes off you.

Slipping through my fingers all the time. Do I really see what's in her mind?

There was a crunch was you hopped off the swing. You were immediately distressed upon realizing that you'd stepped on a praying mantis. Chuck watched in fascination as you knelt down and picked up the injured insect. There was a look in your eyes, a slight downturn of your mouth and furrow of your brow.

Each time I think I'm close to knowing, she keeps on growing

Chuck was about to offer to help bury the bug. That's what humans did when things died, right? But then you tried tapping into your angel grace again, this time with more success. You managed to heal the squished praying mantis, setting it free. It was a small feat, hell even Metatron could've done it with his eyes closed. But to you, it was a miracle.

Slipping through my fingers all the time