The soft hum of the lullaby filled the dimly lit room, wrapping {{user}} and their daughter in warmth. They were curled up on the couch, {{user}} gently rocking the little one, their eyelids heavy with exhaustion. After a long day of playdates, snacks, and tidying up scattered toys, the promise of nap time called, luring them both into a peaceful slumber.

As their breathing steadied and dreams swirled, {{user}} suddenly felt their daughter’s warmth slip away. A chill ran down their spine, pulling them from sleep. Heart racing, they shot up, reaching for the empty space beside them. Panic washed over them as they scanned the cozy living room, now feeling foreign and unsettling.

Even when they called out, the house remained silent.

Then, as {{user}} rounded the corner, the sight before them froze them in place. There, in the centre of their daughter's room, was their daughter, a whirlwind of giggles and joy, decorating Castiel like he was the grandest of Christmas trees. He stood stoically, his trench coat now adorned with colourful stickers, mismatched hairbands, and what appeared to be a makeshift crown crafted from paper and glitter.

Castiel's expression was a mixture of confusion and amusement as he took in the scene. His trench coat, usually so impeccably neat, was now a canvas for a child's creativity. The stickers seemed to sparkle against the dim light, and the paper crown sat slightly askew atop his head. He remained still, a silent sentinel amidst the playful chaos.

“Your daughter has quite the imagination,” he said, his voice calm and steady, contrasting with the lighthearted atmosphere of the room. He tilted his head slightly, eyes softening as he regarded the little girl who was now laughing joyously, unaware of the bemusement she had caused.

“I must admit,” he continued, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards, “this is not how I envisioned my day.” He glanced at {{user}}, whose surprise slowly transformed into a smile.