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Thread Contributor: Serafina AllenMissed You Tag: Castiel
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Life was precious; her fathers had taught her that. The Winchesters killed monsters, yes, but they weren’t heartless. There were those monsters that weren’t hunted. The group had even befriended a couple. An angel or two, a demon, a werewolf, a witch or two… She knew the stories. Daphne Allen had been an innocent. A good woman. And she had died because of Sera.

She hugged her mother, this woman who didn’t complain that she would die. No, her mom apologized that she wouldn’t be there. Serafina didn’t sob, but she let silent tears slide down her cheeks, an indulgence of the immensity of her emotions.

Nothing more wonderful than her? What about living? Sera didn’t agree, but she didn’t argue with her mother, choosing to let it go instead. She wouldn’t spend their last minutes together arguing. She would remember her mother smiling, saying the most wonderful if inaccurate things. At the question though, Sera blinked, her hand reaching up to where she knew that necklace would hang if she were wearing it. She had seen this necklace before, on her future self. But now she was the future her… Shaking her head, she whispered, “No, I don’t.”

Daphne’s grip wasn’t a bother for the nephilim. Sera only noticed because her mother was in pain. Looking to her dad for a quick moment before she did anything, Sera nodded, “Okay mom. I’ll take you somewhere safe and comfortable.” sera held her mother gingerly but firmly, making certain she was stable before she flew away, disappearing from sight before making her way to Hub, where they would all be safe.

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Cas could understand the uncertainty of weighing your life against an innocent's- but considering who Daphne Allen had married, it was a miracle that this would be how she lost her life. Not to torture, or the hunger of a beast- but by bringing their child into the world. Castiel wished she didn't have to perish, but he couldn't wish that his hadn't happened. He was already so attached to this young woman and he knew beyond a doubt that he would adore her in both forms in almost no time.

He didn't want Daphne to die. But he desperately wanted Sera to live.

Daphne, of course, was of the opinion that everyone died one day- except maybe angels?- and that dying in order to bring Sera into the world... it was scary. She wished she could watch Sera grow up. But she also knew that if her choices were to die and have her daughter live, or live but have her daughter die- she knew what she'd pick. It was a good death. It wasn't a death of old age with family surrounding you- but she'd die with family surrounding her, and making sure that said family came to be.

Daphne pulled back from the hug, just enough to wipe her daughter's tears away. She kissed her baby girl's cheeks. Smiled, despite the tears on her own face.

Daphne's smile wavered for a moment before her mind made the connection. "Of course. Because this is supposed to be passed on when you come of age. And having this chance to know you, this beautiful young woman that you are-" Daphne paused to take the emerald pendant off and very carefully lay it around her daughter's neck. "This necklace belonged to your mother. And before that, your grandmother, all the way back to your great great grandmother who got it from her husband, the day their daughter was born. I hope one day- far in the future mind you- You can pass this on to your daughter. And Tell her, as I'm telling you, this necklace is the symbol of our strength. It's gone through wars, and illnesses, it's survived persecution, raising children alone, working as a nurse and everything the world could throw at us. And now it will represent your strength too. I hope it reminds you of that when you are afraid." Daphne offered, words scrambled slightly and not well organized- it was a speech she had though she had eighteen years to prepare, and she hoped she gave it justice.

She gave a soft smile at her daughter's words, allowing herself to be carried without worry. Trusting this young woman without doubt.

Castiel reached out, laying a hand on his daughter's shoulder to remind her that he was there for her. He flew in synch with her, stopping only when he had entered the bunker, and directed her to a clean but otherwise unused room. He nodded at Sera. "Please help your mother lay down. I will be back." He spoke, voice soft before he flew out, returning with clean towels and warm water.

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Sera didn’t want to be the cause of any of her parents’ deaths. She loved her little family; her dads, her deceased mother…. Her tiny nuclear family that was, maybe, bigger for the inclusion of the Winchesters, especially Dean. She didn’t want to be the reason her mother died, but she loved her life, loved living. It was an ache, one that wasn’t really constant; she had a full life, a loving family, but she had only just met her mother today, just shortly before she was going to die. Just before she was going to be born.

She was seventeen years old, had lived here in Hub for nearly all of them, but hugging her mom made her feel young and vulnerable. When Daphne wiped her cheeks dry and smiled at her, Sera managed to smile back; let that be something that maybe her mom could remember in Heaven, that Sera had smiled, that she’d been brave, but that she didn’t want her mom to die, that she missed and loved her.

This necklace would be cherished forever. Sera would never forget it, never let it get lost or broken. That much, she could guarantee, even if she couldn’t promise that she’d always be strong or…. “I love you. And one day, a long time from now, I’ll make sure this stays in our family.” She knew there were many different kinds of family, many different kinds of children. She wasn’t blood to Dean, but he was her dad all the same. Even if she never had a daughter, that didn’t mean she couldn’t carry on this tradition. When it was time, she carried her mother, gentle, loving, the invisible brush of feathers there in a touch that was more comfort and care than Sera could express in any other meaningful way.

Castiel’s instructions were followed with a reverence that she didn’t bother to try to mask. Her mother was here, she should see, even if only this once, just how much her daughter loved her. “I’ve missed you, mom. I’ll always miss you.”

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It was sad and painful to admit- but Castiel had lost so many, that the death of his wife was just one more. He knew it would sadden him, but he also knew with time that he would remember it as just as terrible as losing Charlie. Or any number of his angelic brethren. Even Dean had died so many times that Cas was more numb to it than he'd like to admit.

Still, he was proud of his daughter. Standing on her own, smiling at the mother she would never really know- it was far more impressive to see someone in obvious pain facing it down than it was to see someone almost numb to the event.

Daphne felt similar, as she took off her chain and swiftly clasped it underneath Sera's hair. She couldn't help but pause, admiring the beauty that was her necklace draped from her daughter's neck. She fussed with it to make sure it laid flat, but she had her beautiful memory now. Of this young woman, so brave and strong that moments after Daphne had wiped away her tears, the girl had found the strength to smile back.

She stood on her toes for a moment to kiss her daughter's forehead. "If you don't have a daughter, or any children- screw tradition and find someone who you would be proud to see wearing this necklace. There's always room for change. I hope you find a life with time for that." Daphne offered, holding her daughter's cheek in her palm. It wasn't how she had expected to have her child in her arms today, but then, it felt like Daphne had been chosen by God to bring this young woman into the world.

The flight should have scared her- but being held by her daughter, she couldn't help but think that there was nothing more beautiful than the wings that she could barely comprehend. She knew they must be strong, and broad. They smelled nice, felt silky and warm- just another thing to be proud of her daughter for. "Know that no matter whether I am living or dead, I will always miss you. And I will always love you. If you are capable of visiting me in heaven- then no matter how many years from now it may be, I'd like to see you again."

Cas was subdued as he went through the motions of helping his wife have their child. It was messy, involved a lot of pain to the poor woman- before one chest took it's last, and another took it's first. Cutting the umbilical cord, he wrapped his newborn daughter in a warm towel before he used his magic to clean Daphne and cover her face.

Maybe his child knew, in some form, what had happened. Because the sadness in her small face, the pain in her cries, was more than just a child seeing the world for the first time. And when her big beautiful blue eyes finally met his, the whole world stopped, and she automatically quieted as well. "Hello Serafina." He cooed softly, using another spell to clean her and wrap her in a proper blanket. Castiel knew in that moment that he would never see anything again that was as beautiful as this small and tired nephilim.

He was surprised to feel tears rolling down his own cheeks, though they fit his emotions. This girl, his daughter- what a precious gift. Not much else would compare, Cas felt, as he brushed the soft skin of his baby girl's cheek for the first time, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her soft pink head.

He didn't want to put her down. But he also didn't want to leave his daughter to take care of her mother, so with regret, he handed the baby to her future self. "Take her outside. Maybe get the things your mother meant for you. I will prepare the pyre."

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Castiel might find numbness in losing his loved ones, but Sera hadn’t had time to learn to be numb. She hadn’t lost enough in her life to be so stoic in the face of it. She had so few people in her life that she truly loved, to lose just one of them was devastating. But she managed to smile for her mother, to convey her love in that expression as well as in words and the soft brush of feathers. It was simultaneously the least and most the young nephilim could do. She could love her mother. She could cry at the loss and mourn. She could regret the need for her mother’s death. It might be all she could do, but she could do that much.

Her eyes closed when her mother kissed her, putting the moment, the feeling, to memory. She could remember this later, when she missed her mother, when she grieved, and be reminded that even knowing she would die, even knowing the cost Serafina would exact from her for her birth, her mother had loved her. ”I’ll pass it down to someone worthy.” It might not be for decades or ages yet, but Sera would remember her mother’s request. ”And I’ll come see you when I can. Just… Know that I’ll miss you so much, so I won’t put it off and I’ll come as soon as I’m able.”

Sera loved her wings. They took after her father’s, she knew. Dark as ink, the differences were in the slant they naturally had and the color of the very tips. The edges of Sera’s wings turned the deepest purple, where her father’s remained coal black throughout. She could fly fast, faster than even most angels and her wings were strong and true.

Quiet, Sera watched her mother give birth. She watched her mother die, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop it from happening. For her, it had already happened. But that didn’t stop fresh tears to run down her cheeks, didn’t stop her chest from growing tight and her breath to catch when it happened, when her mother breathed her last.

When Castiel placed the baby nephilim into her arms, Sera blinked, finally tearing her eyes away from her mother’s body to look down at herself. She didn’t speak to him, she couldn’t. Instead she looked down at the tiny baby nephilim in her arms, turning to leave the room as she murmured, ”I know it’s not what you wanted to happen, either, but… I don’t like us very much right now, you know?” The baby didn’t cry at the words. She just looked up at her future self, blue eyes bright with tears, almost as though she understood. ”C’mon. Dad said we have to go outside…”

She was there, waiting for Castiel, when he finished. Waiting to have a funeral for her mother.

Maybe saying goodbye would help.

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Though it brought him no joy that his daughter suffer like this, Castiel could not help but be grateful that she was not numb to loss as he was. Maybe it meant that Sera had lost less- Maybe it simply meant that she was more able to work through those emotions, and allowed herself to process them. It didn't matter. Though it may be painful for her now, Castiel knew Sera would be better off for it.

Daphne was one of Castiel's loves for a reason. He had never loved at random, he had always loved those who's heart was more kind than others. Meg, his thorny beauty, who though she was darkened and twisted on the outside, held such purity deep in her heart where Hell couldn't taint it. Dean, who hadn't let anything in his life stop him from caring, no matter how difficult a life it was. Daphne had earned her place alongside them. She wasn't hard on the outside as they were- her strength came entirely from within- but the faith she had that all things would happen as they were supposed to- that had won Castiel's heart.

So it didn't surprise him in the slightest that she regarded this as an acceptable trade. She knew she was going to a better place anyways, and though she may not have intended to die- She was ready for it. And she loved the young woman her daughter would become. And the tiny child that at that moment still lay inside of her. How could she not?

Despite the pain, Daphne died with a smile on her lips.

Castiel felt her spirit linger there for just a moment longer, taking in the beauty of her baby girl, before she allowed herself to be taken up.

When Sera finally left the room, Castiel took to the task her knew all too well. Wrapping the body in the sheets she had laid in. It seemed like a waste- to not give her a burial. He had not complained in the past- but in this moment, he knew she had gone to her next part of life. Still, the hunter's pyre was a testament to family. It was part of their love for one another and the fire was a cleansing thing. Gave a more true peace to those who were left behind.

Castiel carried her to her pyre with reverence. Often the bodies were too many or too heavy to give the dignity they deserved- but Castiel was stronger than a human, and Daphne would be given that dignity if it was the last thing he did.

Once there, he stepped forward slowly. Resting her on the platform among the branches. "Thank you, Daphne." He managed, words soft and fragile. "And Goodbye." He added, stepping back as he lit up the flames, moving to take both of his daughters into his arms.

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In all truth, Castiel was thousands of years older than Serafina; he had had millennia longer to experience loss and grow numb to it. Sera was only seventeen years old, more or less an adult by human terms, in which she still thought of herself, but compared to an angel, any angel, she was still so young. Time might desensitize her, it might wear down the brightness that shone from her eyes, the youthful hope and brilliance, but for now, she was still optimistic and grief weighed heavily on her. She processed her grief, she knew she had to; watching her fathers try to simply shrug it off (and so often fail) had taught her that she needed to work through things, to process it, accept it, and move on past it.

Daphne Allen might consider the birth of her daughter an acceptable trade off for her life, but Serafina Allen? Not in the slightest. She had never really known her mother, the woman had died giving birth to her, and now, at seventeen she finally had the chance to meet her, if only for a short while before she gave birth, but there was a part of her that yearned so terribly for Daphne. Her mother. Every daughter loves their mother, and Sera was no different. Daphne was smiling as she died, but Sera was weeping as her mother passed from one the world into the veil.

Serafina rocked her baby self gently; she might not be happy that they were the reason their mother had died, but that didn’t mean she harbored any real ill will against anyone. This was her past, she knew she couldn’t really change much, but it didn’t erase the hurt at all. Still, she spoke to her baby self as though she expected the baby to understand. And maybe she did, or at least in part. Both of them were outside, waiting for Castiel when he carried Daphne out. Both baby and teenager were calm and quiet, ignoring the tear tracks on the older girl’s face.

Even as Castiel held her, Sera looked into the flames, where her mother’s body burned like a proper hunter. Her voice was soft and rough from crying, but there was so much emotion in her voice that it was still full bodied when she spoke, “Goodbye, mom. I love you. We love you.” She knew, then, that she would visit her mother, that she needed to. Daphne Allen would be in heaven, that was a fact, and Sera would go to her, would find her and visit her someday.

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