A/N: Hello my Lovelies! This is a soulmate series that I am really looking forward to writing. It's an idea that the lovely @sebastianshoe helped me out with. Feel free to send me your thoughts and opinions!
Summary: Two universes, two lovers from very different lives. What will happen when the Daughter of a Winchester finds her soulmate, The King of New Orleans. What happens when they find out that they truly are a universe apart?
Pairings: Dad!Dean x reader/ Dad!Cas x reader/ Destiel/ Uncle!Sam x reader/ Uncle!Crowley x reader/ Uncle!Adam x reader/ Grandma!Mary x reader/ Uncle!Gabriel x reader/ Grandpa!Bobby x reader/ Future Mikaelsons x reader
Warnings: Canon!Divergence/Canon!Violence Some language. Fluff but be prepared for future angst and a lot of it.
I'd never been normal. When your dad's are Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak normal is kinda out of the equation I guess...
I was raised in the life of a hunter, just done Winchester style. I grew up with a family of good angels and demons, fighting the evil in the world. Me and my family were the main reason the world was still standing.
I guess I should say how I came about huh? I was the product of one of my dad Dean's many one night stands before he stayed with my other father Castiel, my mom was some waitress who dad was with for a bit. My dad never thought that I would end up in the world, neither did my mom and I guess that was why she left me in front of my dad's motel room. Pops had been out working on a case with uncle Sammy and Dad when they heard me crying outside the door.
Uncle Sammy was the one who opened the door, and there I was in all my adorable baby glory... Screaming my lungs out because I was cold. Pops came to ask Uncle Sammy what was up when he saw me. They tried to find my mom but she was long gone, everyone was obviously wondering how mom found them after so long but I guess we'll never know that. I never saw her or anything and I'm kinda glad for that because the only parents I ever knew were the ones who were there for everything.
After the initial shock had settled down my Pops took me, and my Dad says he had never seen my dad truly let down his walls before that. Uncle Sammy went on a supply run to get everything I would end up needing and when he got back Dad took me and went back to the bunker. It was hard to get me away from Pops but he knew that I needed to be away from the hunt. When Dad got home with me he looked for my Grandma Mary so he could get back and help Pops.
((Castiel’s P.O. ))
I walked into the library looking for Dean's mother Mary calling out for her as I entered. “Mary we have a situation.” I couldn't seem to find her so I kept walking. Just as I was about to give up hope I turned around and saw Crowley. “What are you doing here? Dean and Sam aren't home right now.” I asked. I was slightly suspicious but we had made peace with Crowley a few years ago after the incident with Lucifer.
“I know that Cas. I sensed you were here without them and that piqued my interest. Now can I ask you a quick question?” I nodded my assent. “Why the bloody hell are you holding a child?” he asked rather loudly. All of a sudden the child started crying, I tried to calm her but she was still crying. “Oh give her here.” He said as he held out his hands. I was apprehensive as I didn't know how Dean would feel about the matter. “I know how to hold a child Cas. I can handle this and I can calm them down while you tell me what's going on.” I handed her over with care. I trusted that Crowley would be gentle with her. “Now. What the bloody hell is going on?”
“I know very little but it seems she is Dean's daughter and her mother has left her for Dean to take care of. I came here to leave her with Mary so I can go back and help Dean finish the hunt faster so he can come back home to her sooner.” after I finished Crowley just stood there. The child had calmed down and he was just looking at me and then the child.
“Go ahead and go. I'll stay here with her.” I tilted my head. I was surprised, Crowley had never seemed like the type to like kids. I opened my mouth to ask him if he was sure. “Yes Cas. I'm sure I want to stay with her. Do you have everything she needs or do I need to go get formula for her?” I held out the bag. “Sam said everything was in there and that it should last at least two weeks. We should be back by then.” He nodded at me and took the bag. “Alright then, run along and tell Dean I've got this. I'll be sure to tell Mary and Bobby when they get back. If I need help I'm sure Charlie will be more than willing.” I nodded at him and went back to Dean and Sam to tell them.
((Reader's P.O.))
So that's the story of how they got me. I could go into detail about how I made Crowley’s first night with me a fresh hell he'd never known, or my Gran’s reaction to m, or the time I scared the King of Hell into finding my Uncle Adam and bringing him home. But that's a story for another time I guess. I think I'll skip to today. Today was two days before my 21 birthday. Big deal right? You have no idea. See in my house even though pretty much everybody is an alcoholic I was not allowed to have a drink till I turned 21. It didn't mean you didn't try to sneak a glass every now and then. But with a family the size of yours that had an archangel, a nifelheim, the King of Hell, a prophet and your angelic father it never worked and you usually ended up grounded.
Your Pops had promised to take you out for your first drink. You'd been to your fair share of bars growing up, it had always been after your dad's came back from their hunts. You were never allowed to go on hunts because it was too dangerous but you had been trained in all forms of fighting your family could think of. You tended to train with your uncle Adam because he was closer to your size. Though you had trained with them all in order to be prepared for anything.
You were walking around the bunker trying to find a certain someone. You'd just finished your workout and had just gotten out of the shower and you wanted to find your Uncle Gabe because while you were at the shooting range you had gotten the best idea for a prank that the two of you could pull on your Uncle Adam. Just as you were starting to give up hope and go try it yourself you saw him walking toward you. “Hey there Loki! Where have you been?” he saw you and flashed that signature smirk.
“Where else? Causing mischief of course! Piece of advice… avoid Crowley today.” He said ambiguously, “So what have you been doing munchkin?” he messed with your hair.
“I swear Loki, one of these days I'm gonna detach that hand from your arm. I was just trying to find you so I could tell you about my idea to prank Uncle Adam but… if you're too busy I'll just do it myself…” you said while turning away.
“Stop right there munchkin, I'm listening.” his eyes had lit up in a way that would scare most people but you knew that you had this man wrapped around your finger.
“As funny as that would be...” a voice said behind you. “You need to go pack for your trip tomorrow.” You turned around to your Pops standing there looking at you expectantly.
“What trip Pops?” you hadn't planned a trip. And the only place you went anyways was to see your Aunt Jody. “Aunt Jody always comes here for the weekend with the girls.”
“Not just yet. She'll be coming down next weekend to see you because me and your dad are taking you on a little road-trip with us.” He said with a smile. “We'll be heading down to New Orleans because they're gonna be having a big festival in a couple days that we wanted to take you to. So you need to go pack so we can leave bright and early in the morning.” You couldn't hold in your obvious delight. You had never been to New Orleans and you always wanted to go to the city that never rests. You had always felt a pull to it and you couldn't wait to see it.
“Oh my Chuck. Thank you Pops!” you ran and hugged him your arms around his waist. You felt him chuckle, the deep rumble in his chest making you smile. “I'll go start packing right away!” you started running as your Pops watched you with a happy light in his eyes. “Wait!” you heard Gabe yell. “What was the prank? Ow!” you turned around just in time to see your dad slap him behind the head.
As you packed everything you would need you couldn't help but think, “I wonder what awaits me in New Orleans?” little did you know that in a few short days you would find out.
