So here's the sequel to Carry On My Wayward Daughter. I'll be updating every Sunday night (and if for some reason I miss an update, I'll post it as soon as I can on Monday). Enjoy!

Sam shut the doors of his car, whistling happily. Bridget had been in the hospital for the past few days so the nurses could make sure that there were no problems with Abigail. They had assured the Winchesters that it was just a precaution since she had been born two weeks premature.

Now it was time to take Bridget and Abigail home. Sam and Dean were both excited. Dean had been staying with Bridget so nothing would happen to her. He was still on edge from the demon attack. Sam had just come back from setting up the nursery in Dean's home and was itching to hold his great-niece again. He was still struck by how tiny and innocent she seemed.

Walking toward the hospital entrance, Sam was struck by how many people were mingling outside in the parking lot. They didn't seem to be busy or conversing with others. They didn't even seem to be coming from or going into the hospital. Instead, most of them were just watching the hospital.

The sight gave him an eerie feeling. The people around the hospital seemed almost more than human but he also felt that they didn't mean any harm.

Inside the lobby, Sam quickened his pace to get to the elevator so he could head up to the maternity ward. As he reached out to press the button, someone calling his name stopped him.

At the familiar voice, Sam's head jerked up. He hadn't heard that voice in years. The hunter turned to face the speaker.

"Cas?"

The angel nodded to him. Sam glanced in the direction of the parking lot again. He had a feeling he knew why he was getting a strange sensation from the people in the parking lot.

"Let me guess," he said dryly. "Angels?"

Castiel nodded again.

"It's too complicated to explain," the angel said. "And Dean shouldn't find out that they're here. He probably even shouldn't know that I was here."

"Why not?" Sam asked, a note of hostility coloring his voice. "If something's going to happen, he deserves to know. Why are you here? We haven't seen you for nearly a year. How did you know where to find us?"

"You and your brother have never reacted well to the presence of angels," Castiel said, ignoring the onslaught of questions. "And nothing will happen. The angels haven't come to cause trouble."

"You mean nothing will happen yet," Sam said. Castiel sighed but nodded.

"Yet," he agreed. "So there's no need for Dean to know."

It was Sam's turn to sigh.

"I'm not keeping things from my brother," he said. "Besides, Dean's going to think that something's up if he sees you here."

Cas gave an awkward fidget and a slightly guilty look appeared on his face. Sam began to understand.

"He's not going to see you," he said bluntly.

"It would be for the best," Castiel said. "Me and the other angels just had to see if it was true. Now that I know it is, I'll be taking my leave, along with the others."

"If what's true?" Sam asked, but Castiel had disappeared. The retired hunter cursed under his breath. After all he had been through, he really disliked angels, especially when they disappeared like that.

Still muttering under his breath, Sam went to find Bridget and Dean. They were waiting for him in the maternity wing. Bridget had changed into normal street clothes and was trying to convince Dean to give Abigail back. Sam had to smile at the scene. Every chance he got, Dean was holding Abigail. He had been the same way when Bridget had first come into their lives, Sam remembered. Dean had been thrilled to be a father, and now a grandfather. It was probably due to the fact that Dean had never expected to be either, Sam realized.

"Sammy!" Dean greeted him.

"Guess who I just saw in the entrance lobby," Sam said as he walked up to his family. He was staying true to his word. He wasn't keeping any secrets from his brother. Instantly Dean's eyes became guarded.

"Who?"

"Castiel. And there were about ten other angels in the parking lot."

"Why?" Dean asked. "Why are angels around? Nothing good ever happens when they're around. Did Cas give a reason for showing up?"

"Cas was being Cas. He didn't really say anything, just that the angels were wanting to see if it was true."

"If what was true?" Dean asked.

"That's the million dollar question," Sam said.

"Do you think it has anything to do with Abigail?" Bridget asked, finally able to pluck her daughter out of Dean's hold. The infant whispered at being moved but soon quieted down.

The two brothers traded looks. It probably did but neither wanted to admit that to Bridget.

Dean sighed.

"Right, let's get you home," he told Bridget. "Then I'm going to hunt down an angel and see if I can get any answers out of him."

"Bring him around once you do," Bridget said. "I haven't seen Castiel since I was in elementary school. I want to see if he's changed any."

"He hasn't," Sam and Dean muttered together.

When the family got outside to the parking lot, it was empty of any and all beings.