Astronaut6: Oh dear

Dean frowned. "What do you mean?", he asked. "What is it?" He looked back and forth from Hanakael to Castiel, not understanding. He paled a bit. "Don't tell me Lucifer escaped and managed to get a child."

Crowley simply snorted, then assumed a very lady-like pose. "Look at the daughter you never had", he answered. "This vessel is simply a matter of convenience. Or... inconvenience, if you must. Or maybe you are surprised because I just look so good in it?" He seemed unaware by the conversation happening just at his side.

Dean paled even more. "... it's- what", he whispered, dumbfounded. "And you need our help. To do what- you saw how it went with Castiel. What kind of help could we give to you?" He asked those questions quicklyx eyes darting nervously around the room.

Crowley huffed. "The other meat suits they wanted me to wear at the beginning were... banal. Stupid, vapid girls that looked like stupid, vapid runaway models. Not to my taste. I like something more real, and could you boys please not whisper as if you are plotting my demise? I get that enough back home", he barked suddenly, feeling honestly irritated.

Crowley turned towards Castiel, eyes widening in terror. "You mean- you mean there is no way to get rid of it?" He looked down at his belly, hands clenching over it. He felt nothing, nothing towards the creature growing inside him. Nothing if not pure horror.
Dean simply didn't know what to answer to that.

Crowley was just as unsettled as everyone else - maybe even more. So unsettled that he just nodded absently, ready to follow his mother, for once without complaining.
As soon as they had left the room, Dean looked at Castiel, then at Hanakael, frowing deeply. "This... doesn't look easy", he said, a bit awkwardly.

Crowley stared to their entwined hands for a long time, in complete an utter silence. "I don't know. I don't know what to think, I don't know what to do- I don't want this child. I don't want any." He couldn't say it. He couldn't add that 'not after Gavin'.

Dean gazed at Castiel, holding Mira protectively hin his arms. He lowered his head. "I... I wasn't... happy, at first. But Castiel could feel her, and didn't want to look for ways to..." He hesitated. "I didn't actively look for any way either. I did not want to upset Cas, but then- I felt her too. And even the slightest idea just disappeared."

Crowley finally looked up at Rowena. "This is not a regular human being we are talking about, mother", he said bitterly. "It's not even a nephilim. It's something else. I have been thinking all night long, about all the spells, potions, hexes that I know, and nothing even speaks about nephilims, let alone my own particular case." He buried his face in his hands again. "If it doesn't work. If I will have to... to have this child. What am I even supposed to do?"

Dean looked at Castiel, then back at Hanakael again. "I'll be frank. I had done research in that direction, but... I really do not think a way to prevent this child to be born exists. You should wrap your head around that - and decide what to do."

Crowley let his hands fall in his lap. Then squinted at his mother, grimacing deeply. "To think you could have spared me the pain, and yet you had me, half-heartedly raised me then abandoned me instead? Yes, you're right. That doesn't make me feel better at all", he said through gritted teeth, voice bitter. He raised from where he was sat, ready to leave the room.

"That's exactly what you should think about", Dean answered, as serious as ever. "This child, whatever it is, deserves a chance. And if you don't think you can raise it, think of what you can do."

Crowley looked at her. His gaze was cold, eyes hollow of any emotion. It was tremendously easy to forget just what he was - but one should always remember he was much more of a demon than he was human. "Fine", he said then. "But if you think this is your chance for redemption, remember. It doesn't even begin to cover it for you. There is still a special place for you in my Hell." He went for the door.

Dean's stern gaze softened a bit. He did know Hanakael wasn't a bad person - and after all, he did relate to that situation. "Well, you should already know it is yours anyway", he reflected out loud. "As for coming at peace with his existence... that's up to you. Try to come in contact with them. Don't call them an 'it' anymore. And take your decision thinking of what's better for all of you."

Crowley scoffed, but this time he kept his angry comments for himself. It was clear nothing of what he could have said would have any effect on her. So he just nodded curtly at her, and walked out of the room, and getting back to the bunker's main room. "I see funeral faces. So I guess you were talking about me?", he observed, smiling casually.

Crowley's smile twitched a bit. But he did walk closer to Hanakael. "Here?", he asked, with a hint of pain in his voice. "Shouldn't this stay private?"

Crowley had just taken another step towards Hanakael, ready to grab his arm, go home and call it a day, but that little vooice stopped him dead on his tracks. He widened his eyes, looking at Mira as if it was the first time he had ever seen her. "... sorry, could you... did you just say Crowley?"
Dean looked at his daughter with the same expression he would have had if she had just said a terrible word.

Crowley honestly didn't know how to react to that. But... he suddenly felt the very strong need to take a hold of that child and hold her. He smiled, then reached out to grab her. The fact that Dean didn't even try to stop him was a testament of how upset he was. "Oh, sweetling. You said my name before anyone else's? Well, now I do feel special", he cooed to her.