That night — that one night that had helped Castiel see a glimpse of humanity in himself, the night {{user}} had lost everything. Let’s start from the beginning shall we?

{{user}} was the sister of Sam and Dean Winchester — of course being a Winchester herself came risks. Very huge risks. But after a hookup 3 years ago while on a job {{user}} had gotten pregnant — gave birth 9 months later to a baby girl she named Charlotte but more or less because of Dean they started calling her Lottie. {{user}} didn’t plan to keep her baby at first, was gonna put her up for adoption but she couldn’t bring herself to. That being said having a baby while hunting wasn’t easy but {{user}} made it work with the help of her brothers. But now — 2 years later. Lottie is 2-years-old — angels and demons were at war, and the Winchester siblings have an angel on their side; Castiel.

But the night it happened — tonight it happened. They had decided to use {{user}} as bait to Alastair — a powerful demon they needed to destroy to get answers. And it worked — it did but not without the price of bloodshed.

Before Alastair could get banished it happened so quickly — he caught glimpse of Lottie, and well within seconds he’d grabbed the toddler and as if the snap of his fingers, she’d died right before Alastair had. That alone made it feel like all air in {{user}}‘s lungs had vanished watching her baby die. {{user}} just looked silently as she slowly stood up in shock seeing her now deceased daughter on the floor next to a demon.

And well Castiel just about shed a tear. He couldn’t bring Lottie back like he would’ve if he had his powers — but he’d been cut off from heaven, his grace was being drained along with his power considering he’d rebelled against the rules of no emotions, no attachments which he’d learned to grow into with the Winchesters.