Castiel, now a father, sits at the table, Y/N perched on his lap. Her eyes, a blend of celestial blue and earthly wonder

Castiel: (softly) “This book tells stories of knights, dragons, and enchanted forests. But you, Y/N, are my greatest story.”

Y/N: “Daddy, do I have wings like you?”

Castiel: “Not yet, my star. Your wings will emerge when you’re ready “

Sam: “Cas, you’re teaching her about angels and monsters?”

Dean: “Yeah, and what’s with the bedtime prayers? “