Praying for Papa Destiel x child reader

"Daddy?"

Dean groaned and looked up at the small shadowy figure standing in the doorway.

"What is it Baby girl?" His voice hoarse and dry.

"I had a bad dream, can I lay with you?"

Dean smiled and scooted over, making enough space for you. You walk up to his bed. You smile when your father wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.

"Daddy?"

"Hmm?" was all he managed.  

He pulled you closer to your warm, resting his chin on your shoulder, his breathing soft and slow. You pulled you the blanket up to your waist, careful not to cover your Daddy's face. You looked down at your father never really understanding why he doesn't sleep with his blanket and why he sleeps in his stomach with his limbs bent at odd angels.

"I miss Papa."

This got Dean's attention, "I miss him too."

"Can we call him?"

""No (y/n), it's too late."

You frowned the blanket higher, to your armpit. Dean laid back down, this time on his back. Dean smiled and pulled you in closer. You rested your head on his chest and you closed your eyes.

"He'll be home soon."

"How do you know?"

"Because. . . I know it sucks, not not seeing all the time. But, I also know that he watches over us."

"Can I pray for Papa to be okay?"

Dean faces you with a smile, "Sure."

You put your hands together and close your eyes.

"Dear Mr. God," you say, like your father, unsure how to start these things. "I just want to make sure that Papa is okay. And that (y/n) misses him. And that Daddy misses him. I want Papa to come home. Thank you." You open your eyes and let your hands fall to your sides.

"Daddy, do you think Papa heard me?"

"Mhmm."Dean replied.

You nod.

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In the morning, you moved closer to Dean, putting an arm on his chest. You let out a big sigh and open your eyes.

"Surprise!" Said a familiar, deep voice.

You gasped, wrapping your father in a hug, ""Papa, I missed you!"

"I missed you too Pumpkin. And you know what?"

"What?" You said smiling.

"I thought it was very nice of you to say those things."

"Wait? You heard me?"

Castiel laughs,  "Of course I did."

"How?"

"Promise not to tell Daddy?"

"Promise."

"I'm an Angel and I heard your prayer."

You laughed, hugging Castiel tighter.

"What's so funny (y/n)?"

"I already know cause Daddy told me."

Castiel fakes a gaps, "He did?"

You nod, "Yeah. . . . He says that you're our Angel and that you watch over us when you're not here."