#pascalwalker

Pascal had her i-pod tucked in her left jeans pocket and her headphones in, dancing around the kitchen while cooking herself something up for dinner. Her cell phone vibrated in her right jeans pocket and she got it out.

“Yeah?”, “Hey you okay? We're almost done, just salt and burn the remains...” Sam's voice sounded tired and Pascal cringed at the knowledge of how drained he was, powerless and weak on his legs.

“I'm cooking something up... shall I wait with dinner, or will it take you long to arrive?” she asked back and tried to sound cheerful, as if she wasn't hearing how bad he sounded, turning around to pick up a bowl from the table she froze on the spot.

Not even hearing Sam's words her cell phone slipped through her fingers and she could hear it hit the hard marble floor, the sound of cracking glass rang through the silent kitchen.

“Let's go meet our dad's he said... it'll be fun he said!” two young man stood across from Pascal at the other side of the table, the one slightly short and certainly younger than the other, had dark mussed hair.

The other was taller had a little longer hair and seemed to not be phased by the situation at all, “We're right if you'd look around...” he told the other, Pascal wasn't sure what the correct way to act was. Pulling out her gun and threatening the guys to tell her who they were, or to take a sneak peek into their souls and find out herself.

Pascal hadn't even time to decide for one or the other options as strong arms wrapped around her and the living daylights were squeezed out of her thin frame, “Hey Auntie!” the taller of the two said and startled her.

She could feel his aura welcoming and soft, filled with laughter childlike and remembering her at someone she knew. Someone who had long ceased to exist, burned wings into carpeted floor all what had been left of him. The ashes she had kept in a small vial hanging from a pendant around her neck gave a nudge, the remains of burned grace, still able to give command, Her arms slowly went to hug the young man back, she was still startled by it all and confused, but she knew they were no harm.

“Which year are you from?” she asked suddenly, not even knowing why, they just felt not right. Like Henry hadn't felt right in her time, the two didn't feel right, like they belonged somewhere else.

“Her powers were this strong, even back then...” the other mumbled, but she could still hear him.

She took just a glance into both their eyes to know who they were, or at least to know which grace had been torn to form the two's, having just read about grace-birthing. Pascal didn't know much, but that a small amount of the grace of one angel needed to fuse with one of another angel or the part of a human soul, together they would mold, melt and create new life.

“We're twenty-five years from now...” the taller spoke again, his voice gentle close to soothing, like she was a frightened animal, that needed to be calmed, to not hurt itself.

“Impossible... he's dead... I saw him die... I was there... I survived it...” the blonde told him and tears formed in her eyes, the scenes of Gabriel's death happening over and over again in her head, behind her eyelids.

She could practically feel how the sword had pierced Gabriel, how Lucifer had pushed it further to the core of the youngest archangel's grace, how it had torn it apart.

“You can see it? Who's grace has been taken to create us?” The gleam of interest, the similar head tilt, he was purely Castiel's offspring, though there was this dangerous lingering, like a hunter on pray. Calculating, interested but emotions barely showing, he reminded her awfully lot at Dean.

“It's true... you know it... you can see it... But we're human too.... otherwise we wouldn't have been able to pass the warding that had been made up on this place.” Pascal chuckled she could see the human souls more closely know, could see the relations, the lacing with the grace, the tight knot of living. “Your dad had a day off and the library to work through warding this place against anything. Let me guess... blood leads to blood?” she asked and tilted her head slightly. She knew of the magic Henry had used to visit them in the future, but how it worked with the past she didn't really know.

“Not exactly, we're half angel which means our grace isn't strong enough to carry us on our own, but together we were able to time travel....”, “You got a lot from Castiel... especially his 'thinking face'” Pascal commented and chuckled slightly.

“Is Gabriel really alive?”, “Would you have kept the ashes of his grace, if you had truly believed in his death?”, she couldn't come with a good answer to that, because he was right.

She wouldn't have kept Gabriel's ashes, if she had believed in his death, she would have given them a proper hunter's funeral.

“So you're half Gabriel and Sam and you're half Dean and half Cas?” the blonde chuckled at that, “Lemme guess Dean's excuse will be 'I'm not gay, he's a wavelength of celestial intent... not really a guy...” this actually made the shorter boy smile and the taller one laugh, he really had some from Gabriel inside him.

“My name is Henry Winchester, this is my cousin James Winchester...” Pascal nodded to show she understood and then tilted her head, “You said I was your aunt...” she started but was interrupted by Dean's shout of her name.

She had barely seconds to react, shoving past Henry and pushing James behind her she stood just in time between Dean -who was holding Ruby's knife- and James who looked startled at least.

“Wow... close call i'd say...” she looked at the tip of the blade, that was perfectly pointed at her chest, right where her heart was, it would have fit perfectly between her ribs and pierced it, if Dean would've continued.

“Who are they, what's going on?! Sam said you were in trouble...” he said his voice was tight, he was fully in hunter mood and she tried to soften the edges out of him. “It's fine I'm alive... I had a moment of shock... I'm over it and you might wanna sit down for that...” she said and looked at him worry in her eyes. “Where's Sam?”

“He collapsed... after the salt and burn...” Dean pushed the words out of his mouth and the blonde felt her shoulders slump, though the glimpse of Henry right behind her made her relax in the same time.

If he was alive, if he really existed and this wasn't some sick and twisted dream of her's or Djin infection, then he was Sam's son and this would mean Sam would survive the trials.

“You sure they're harmless?” he nodded with his head at the two and his eyes lingered at James, as if he was considering that he knew him from somewhere, but couldn't pin point from where.

“Yeah... they're pretty harmless and.... sit down... I'll get you a glass of good old Jack D. and we'll talk it out....” her hand reached just in time to touch Henry's sleeve in warning, enough time to prevent him from mojoing a glass up.

James breathed out in relieve, though one could barely see it.

The pranks of Henry had pushed them through a hell lot of trouble and James really didn't want the colt or that demon knife pointed against them, because he knew perfectly fine that his father was one helluva hunter.

They sat around the table and Pascal took a deep breath, “These two are nephilim, half human and half angel. They're from the future, James here is your and Castiel's li' boy.” she pointed at the young man to her right, the one Dean felt he knew. “While this young fella here is Gabriel's and Sam's son...”

Dean looked at them and Pascal was one hundred percent sure, he'd either kill them or run out on them, but instead all of it he burst into fits of laughter.

“Yeah right... dear lord... you made us hurry the fuck here, just to fuckin' prank us?! We made peace didn't we?” he looked at her holding up his glass of Jack Daniel's, “Though you got me there hun, I was really believing your story about angel-human babies...”

Pascal's patience wore thinner and thinner the longer Dean laughed, until she slammed her hands on the table and startled all three men at the table, “Really Dean? I just thought it's a fanbased saying. But really those fan's of the Winchester-gospel are creative! YOU ARE SO FAR BACK IN THE CLOSET, YOU DIDN'T JUST FIND NARNIA! YOU BECAME KING AND BUILD A CASTLE OF DENIAL IN THERE!” she was sick and tired from all the bullshit around her.

Sam's chances of surviving, Castiel having vanished on them. Benny killed and in Purgatory, Charlie somewhere out there trying her luck as whatever she felt like doing, angels dead and Dean in denial about everything.

“He! Is the fuckin' proof Sam makes it through the trials! He's the proof that Gabriel's still out there somewhere! That Cas will come back to us, you! That you guys will be happy and you fuckin' laugh?!”

Henry looked at James, the two exchanged looks that said it all -she was even scarier than in the future and there she was pretty scary- /It's like when she'd catch you making pranks and handing you your ass..../ Henry nodded, his eyes going between Dean and Pascal /Tell me about it/ thank god the two still had their angel connection.

The two young future-Winchesters knew that once back in the future, she'd give them a good beating for having messed with the past and stuff she'd come up with on the spot.

“You're serious?!” Dean stood up to look her straight in the eye, though she had to look away for a few seconds, because her powers once again were in the way, “Yeah!”

Dean let that just sink in and looked at her, “you looked at them? Closely?!”, “Like I did with Henry Winchester...” upon the confused looks of Henry and Dean she added, “your grandfather”

James kept silent watching his dad's emotions play from confused to even more confused and he wondered what his father's reaction would be after having let it all sink in.

“So you're my son? At least the hair fits...” rolling her eyes the blonde sat back down on her chair and leaned back, her hands going through her hair and meeting at the back of her head.

“Cas and I? Like for real?”, “Yes you two got together after closing the gates of hell... you're quite happy...” James informed his father in a matter-of-fact tone, that could match Castiel's and the blonde asked herself where he was in that moment.

“And Sam and... you know....” Dean looked at Henry and swallowed before he added Gabriel, his head tipped slightly back lips pressed and eyes questioning, “Gabriel?”

Henry started laughing, it was a light sound compared to his voice that sounded a little lower, much like Sam's when he had a cold. She could though see the twinkle in his eyes and wondered how beautiful the future must be, if they were this happy.

“You took it better than you'll take it... in the future you know.. Though you took my dad's thing much better than aunties...” he grinned at her but got kicked beneath the table by James. “What he means to say is... that you were rather unhappy about the news of Uncle Sam and Uncle Gabriel... though I assure you he took great care of Uncle Sam... He healed his injuries from the trials and he helped completing the last trial...”

“So I won't die....” all four turned to look at the kitchen door, where Sam stood in the doorway looking at Henry, he was much more focused on the nephilim than Dean had been on his own son.

“And you really questioned them? He so looks like you and Cas...” Sam added with a slight grin at Dean's disbelieving look, Sam looked weak and pale.

Dark circles were beneath his eyes, his hair a utter mess and seemed lighter than it's usual strong brown color. His eyes dim and Pascal felt the life leaving them bit by bit, she hated it, it tore at her own soul to see him like this.

“You take it very well that you got a son with that trickster angel...” Dean commented and felt the urge to run over to Sam and steady him, hold him and assure him everything would be okay.

But Sam was in front of his son of the future and Dean knew what it meant to be strong in front of a child, because he had been all his life in front of Sam.

“They're scared...”Sam looked straight at Sam and was confused, she hadn't seen it beneath the layers of grace and soul, the lingering scared feeling and he had just taken a look at his son and knew.