He wouldn't stop crying. I was worried something was wrong. Parental instincts kicked in, I rocked him trying to stop the crying. I looked up watching my wifes body burn the pain I felt couldn't be expressed. Our son quit crying after I turned away the brighteness of the flame may have frightened him. I looked down at Castiel and smiled. He was so much like us both. So much it scared me. I would have never thought of having children let alone a woman who could end my vicious temperment and stop me from mindlessly killing everyone in my way. She was a part of me, a part I could never forget. I'd miss her, but I would still have her in my heart and see her in our son. I wouldn't recover from this loss...ever.
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The Smallest Angel(#6)
Fantasy"Father?" Said the small voice of my son, the hybrid of both myself and my wife. "Yes Castiel?" I say meditating. "Why am I different from the others?" He asked. "We've discussed this already Castiel. Now be quiet, please." I say straightening my b...
