Castiel looked at me with a perplexed expression, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Dean Winchester?" he repeated, his voice laced with both surprise and curiosity.

"Yes," I responded curtly, feeling a tinge of annoyance at his persistent confusion.

"He has a child? How is that even possible?" He asked, his eyes widening with intense curiosity.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes in exasperation. "Well, typically you have a mom and dad," I retorted, hoping he would catch on without further explanation.

But Castiel wasn't satisfied with my snarky response. "No, I understand how the reproduction cycle works," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern. "What I don't understand is how a human like Dean, could produce a child like you. It simply doesn't add up."

Feeling a sense of awkwardness, I interjected, "Well, regardless of how it happened, let's just move on from that information, okay?"

Castiel persisted, his curiosity unabated. "Why? This is valuable information that needs further exploration-"

Not wanting to delve into the intricacies of my existence, I quickly interrupted him, playing the God card. "Cas, remember, God wanted me to be born. So let's focus on finding my father instead, alright?" Praying that my argument would resonate with him, I crossed my fingers metaphorically, hoping he would listen.

He contemplated silently, mulling over my reasoning before finally yielding. "Okay, I will contact the Winchesters and inform them about our situation," he agreed, his voice carrying a hint of resignation. I nodded, my current state of mind not allowing me to focus on the details at that moment. As Castiel prepared to leave, I hastily took his place on the bench, lying down.

"Hurry up," I urged, waving him off dismissively with a flick of my hand as he vanished, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

CASTIEL'S POV:

I materialized in the Bunker, observing Sam and Dean diligently working on Essence's case. As I approached, their conversation caught my attention.

"She hasn't killed anyone," Sam reasoned, attempting to shed light on the situation.

"Doesn't mean she won't," Dean grumbled with a clear air of skepticism.

Suddenly, Sam turned around, startled by my sudden presence. "Jesus," he whispered, clearly taken aback.

I looked at him, slightly bewildered. "I'm Castiel, not Jesus," I clarified, a touch of confusion in my voice. After all the time Sam has known me, one would think he could differentiate between me and the Savior. Humans can be quite oblivious at times. "But putting that aside, I have some crucial news regarding the Nephalem."

Dean's interest was piqued, and he chimed in, eager to hear what I had to say. "Great, what do you got, Cas?" He urged me to continue.

"Keep an open mind," I requested, aware that my revelation required a certain level of receptiveness.

"That's part of our job. So, what is it, Castiel?" Sam inquired, curiosity evident in his voice.

"Her name is Essence, and she is not simply a hybrid of human and demon," I began, making a deliberate pause to let the significance of my words sink in.

Dean rolled his eyes, dissatisfied with my response. "We already know that, Sherlock. Whatever she is, half-human, half-demon, we need to eliminate it. She poses a threat to our existence."

I sighed, shaking my head slightly in disappointment. "No, it's not just that. Essence is part demon and part angel."

Dean scoffed at my statement. "That's even worse, Cas. But where's the proof? All the lore suggests that Nephilim are the offspring of a demon and a human."

"Nephilim has an 'I' in it, Dean," I corrected gently. "Essence is a Nephalem, which is different. The distinction lies in the fact that Nephalem, with an 'A,' signifies a being that bears both angelic and demonic heritage."

Dean stubbornly maintained his stance. "Does that supposed difference mean anything to us? She's still an abomination, regardless."

Intrigued by their exchange, I interjected with a question. "Would it make a difference to you if she were your daughter?"

Dean laughed bitterly, seemingly amused by the mere notion. "What are you getting at, Cas?"

"Her full name is Essence Mary Winchester," I stated, watching Dean's reaction closely. "And you, Dean, were her demonic counterpart. During your time as a demon, it appears you embarked on an escapade. Ever since her mother passed away many years ago, Essence has been searching for you. Today, you attempted to shoot her."

Sam remained silent, his eyes focused on both of us, waiting for Dean's response. Dean, on the other hand, seemed taken aback, as if he had suddenly remembered something he had long forgotten.

"It doesn't matter," he began to argue but paused. "She's still an abomination."

Sam quickly stepped in, his voice filled with conviction. "Dean, she's your daughter. As much as it pains me to say, we need her alive if Cas's claims are true. She could be valuable to us. Besides, that would make me her uncle, and I can't bear the thought of you killing her." The two of them engaged in a brief but heated back-and-forth, eventually coming to an agreement.

"You're pulling the uncle card?" Dean glared at Sam, clearly annoyed.

Sam stood his ground. "I've always wanted to be an uncle, Dean. But more importantly, she's family. And you know we never give up on family."

Dean's exasperation was palpable as he finally admitted defeat. "Oh, great. I have a daughter," he muttered begrudgingly.

Sensing their willingness to meet Essence without any conflict, I posed a question. The ensuing argument that followed was relatively shorter than the previous one.

"Fine," Dean grumbled, clearly dissatisfied with the unfolding events. I grabbed hold of their arms and, with a blink, teleported us to the bench where Essence patiently awaited their arrival.

ESSENCE'S POV:

I watched in disbelief as Castiel appeared before me, accompanied by two other men. Among them, I immediately recognized Dean Winchester. His intense gaze penetrated my soul, leaving me speechless and with a dry mouth. Meeting my father had been a lifelong goal, though the man standing before me was the same one who had abandoned me and my mother, the same man who had tried to take my life. A click echoed through the air, and suddenly, the barrel of a gun was directed at my face. I cursed silently, realizing that he would attempt to kill me once again.

"Dean," Castiel warned cautiously, attempting to defuse the situation.

"If she listens and does as I say, I won't hurt her," Dean stated slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

"But—" I began, only to be cut off by his sharp interruption. "Don't," he spat, daring me to challenge him.

"The gun won't scare me," I reasoned, motioning towards the weapon he held. His eyes flickered with amusement as he swiftly produced an angel blade.

"Dean," Castiel repeated sternly, his words heavy with concern.

"You're not involved in this, Cas," Dean snapped angrily.

"Just try to relax," Sam chimed in, his voice gentle.

"Just try to shut up," Dean snapped back. Then, turning his attention back to me, he asked, "How old are you?" His sudden question caught me off guard, and I replied casually, "Nineteen," trying my best to disregard the sharp silver blade that was now within his reach. As a Nephalem, I possessed a newfound confidence that I had never known before. In fact, I was beginning to embrace it.

Castiel didn't give Dean a chance to respond. "We need to work together," he asserted. I looked at him as if he had lost his mind.

"Work with him?" I exclaimed incredulously, pointing an accusing finger at Dean. Castiel nodded in confirmation, while I let my frustration pour out. "What do you mean work with him? He tried to kill me!" My outburst drew a few curious glances from passersby, but they quickly averted their gaze and moved on, uninterested in our predicament.

"He won't kill you," Castiel promised softly.

Sighing, I relented, "Fine, but I need answers from him." I cast a glare at Dean Winchester.

"Ask away," he replied, rolling his eyes.

"But somewhere alone," I insisted, becoming aware of the need for privacy.

"We could go to the bunker," Sam offered.

In a matter of seconds, Castiel grabbed each of us, and the next moment, we found ourselves standing before a grand entrance. Rails lined the path, leading to a massive underground structure made of concrete and metal.

"Holy crap, how much did this cost?" I exclaimed in awe. However, no one replied to my inquiry; instead, they ushered me inside. Descending the black metal staircase, I entered a room with two long, shimmering brown tables; two chairs stood on each side of them. The walls were adorned with shelves filled with books, creating a jaw-dropping library. "Holy crap," I uttered again, unable to contain my amazement.

Castiel and Sam exited the room, granting us some much-needed father-daughter privacy, as they called it.

"What did you want to talk about?" Dean asked, the tension between us palpable.

"What isn't there to talk about?" I replied sharply. "How about why you left, or why my mom died, or the fact that you never even bothered to care about me? Or the fact that you wanted to kill me?" I let out all my pent-up emotions, ready to finally move on with my life. After all the time spent searching for him, he had tried to end my life. I shouldn't be surprised; if he had wanted me, he would have come looking.

Dean took a moment to process my words before responding. "I left? I didn't even know you were born. Demons aren't supposed to be able to have children with an angel and produce offspring. I saw no harm in what I did. You're a Nepha-whatever, and you're not supposed to exist," he replied, his voice occasionally betraying hints of hidden emotions, even as he attempted to conceal them.

"Maybe you should have cared more for the people you had relationships with!" I retorted, my fury reaching its peak. It was highly likely that I was nothing more than a product of a one-night stand.

"I was a demon. I didn't care about anything, not even Sammy," he confessed bluntly, as if that were supposed to resolve everything.

"Well, that's just fantastic," I scoffed, rolling my eyes in frustration before walking away.

"Wait," he called after me, causing me to halt. "I'm sorry for trying to shoot you." A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips, unable to hide the fact that his apology meant something to me. But I quickly suppressed the smile, not wanting to reveal too much. Without saying a word, I continued to explore the bunker, while Dean Winchester's admission served as a starting point. Forgiving him would take time, but at least, it was a step forward.

***

I am gonna make something clear really quick, yes, since Dean was a demon when Essence was made, and that would make it nineteen years ago, he isn't as old as he would be in the context of the show series. SO, he isn't like a grandpa or something :D but, I am still gonna have him the same age as he would be in season 10/11, he was demon Dean much before this, it just so happens that it happened afterwards too. :D 

What do you think of Castiel's POV? Would you like more of it? Would you like other character's POV's along with Essence's? Or would you rather just delve into Essence's mind and go with her on her journey without the other's thoughts?

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