Being a kid in a Supernatural world was hard. What was harder, was being a kid without parents. For you though, there was one man you could always rely on. Castiel. He wasn’t your dad, but he was always there. You shared a bond like no other, and he treated you just like his kid.

You and Castiel were in the bunker. You were on the couch, practically asleep, him watching TV curiously. “Dad..?” You mumbled. Castiel wasn’t sure if you were sleep talking or calling him that.