Castiels POV
why did I get stuck with Deans child? I don't understand. I could've been very useful to Dean....I mean the case.....I sat next to Mary. She rolled her eyes at me." How old are you again?" I asked, trying to not to so bland." 18....why?" She asked, clearly weirded out." I have a daughter your age....her name is Claire..." I said." Well she's not my daughter, she's Jimmys father...." I pointed to my vessel. " Well that's great." Mary said. She looked mad, and sad. Emotions are so complicated, especially in teenage girls." You're exactly like her. So full of rage" I said." What do you mean?" She asked me." Well....Claire is troubled..." I said, not wanting to go further." I guess I am to" she stated." My mother left me with my grandma when I was born....I didn't get to stay with my mom until dad left again....I was three...and she wasn't the best mom in the world....then she got killed by that mean man" she had tears in her eyes. That poor girl. She wiped her eyes." So are you really my dads boyfriend" she asked. I looked down blushing." Well...he doesn't think so.." I said softly." We share a profound bond" I smiled." Well, I'm sorry Castiel. Maybe he will like you too." Mary said. I smile. Maybe she wasn't that bad. We kept talking. She told me about her mom, how she lived to please her." You sound like your father." I said laughing." What do you mean?"she softly spoke." Well, your father grew up into hunting. When he was four, his mother, Mary, was burned on the ceiling by a demon. Sam, your dad and your grandfather were left alone, and he drove Dean and Sam into hunting. Dean was the little slave. He did everything to please his father. As you humans say, he had" major daddy issues" I spoke, quoting the phrase. She smiled at it." Then we are two peas in a pod!" She exclaimed. Dean and Sam came in, looking very shocked." What is it boys?" I asked, looking at them." Mary, the king of hell killed your mother. I'm sorry." Dean said, a single tear ran down his face. Mary stood there, not saying a work. She started crying. Dean strutted over to her, with open arms. She took a step back, and hugged me. Why me, and not her father? It didn't make sense. I sighed and hugged her back. I looked at Dean and he shot me a glare. I tensed up and looked down. This is not a good way to uh....making a move on Dean, was it?