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-Paperganstah

Dean and Sammy have just lost their mother when John begins to wane in his role of father. Mary always told Dean that angels were watching over him. And she was right. This is a kid fic-teen-ish/possibly adult-ish ages. Cas is assigned as Dean's guardian angel. Although people do not believe Dean that Cas exists, he does and for a while that is all that matters. It is enough for Dean. Can their friendship last past childhood or will there come a time when Dean no longer needs his angel? Only time will tell…

"Angels Watching Over You"

Dean lost his mother at a very young age. He didn't know if the tragedy was worse for him or little Sammy, but sometimes he felt like the burden was harder for him to bear. He knew his mother. For the short years they had together he knew what it was like to have a mother. Someone to tuck him in at night. To chase away the monster under the bed, not send him after them with a rifle. To love him unconditionally and always put him first. After her death Dean had tried to emulate her. He tried to put Sammy before himself even when he was scared senseless half the time. Sammy always got the last of the Lucky Charms, the comforting lies about what their dad really did, the peace of mind, at least for a while. Dean protected his brother for as long as he could, but he never felt that he could replace what his mother had done for him. But Dean still needed someone to love him. To take away the bitterness that he had to fight just as often as the real physical beasts that crept along in the darkness. Vile creatures that escaped the minds of many and tormented the minds of the Winchesters. Mary had never wanted to leave Dean alone, and for a time he wasn't.

"Good night Dean."

"No Mommy! Do I hafta stay in here by myself? The monsters will get me." Mary had just smiled and tucked her four year old son into his bed.

"But you aren't alone sweetie."

Dean nodded stubbornly, hoping that she would finally catch on and understand his plight. "You and Daddy get to share a room. Can I stay there too?"

Mary pulled him into her arms. "No honey. You are a big boy and this is room is just for you. Is there something in here that scares you?" She ruffled his hair. "Want me to look through the closet again?"

Dean shook his head. "I checked earlier. It's clean. I just don't wanna be in here by myself all night long."

"Remember what I told you honey? Just between us?"

"That Mrs. Johnson wears the same skirt every time you see her?"

"Oh dear, you still remember me saying that?" Mary covered up a laugh with her hand as Dean grinned and hugged her arm."No silly. That angels are watching over you. Even when I am in my room, which is very close to yours, they are there protecting you."

"Just me?" Dean fidgeted with his blanket. "Do they watch over you too? Like stare down at you all the time?" Dean looked up at the ceiling suspiciously. "That's kinda creepy."

Mary laughed. "I think it's more like a feeling. They sense when you are in danger and protect you from it."

"Like Santa?"

"Yes like Santa." Mary kissed his cheek. "But Santa just senses that you are going to be spoiled rotten this Christmas."

"Do you think so?"

Mary gave him her best conspirator's wink. "I know so. You've been good this year haven't you?" Dean nodded fervently. "Then Santa will know that. Good night Dean."

"Good night Mommy!" Dean pretended to snuggle under his blanket and once Mary closed the door he bolted out of bed and peeked out of the window. "I don't see any angels." Dean checked his closet one more time before getting in bed and folding his hands. "Just don't stare at me in the potty room okay? I think I am pretty much safe there." Dean didn't get any response, angelic or not, but he did feel like he had cleared up something with them. If Santa knew that he wanted a bicycle for Christmas then those angels had better listen to him too.

"Okay Dean. You are going to watch Sammy when I'm gone. It will just be a day or two."

Dean pulled a face. "But Sammy always poops in his diaper. It's just me and Sammy when you're gone?"

"Yeah. Sorry Dean." John didn't notice the anguish on his five-year-old's face. "I need you to be tough for me Dean, can you do that?"

"I don't know. This isn't our house."

John ran a hand through his untidy hair tiredly. "I know that. It's not our house, but the motel is temporary. It is home until I get that thing that killed your mother."

Dean sniffled and wiped his eyes. "But Sammy and I aren't safe here."

"Yes you are. I left a gun you can shoot without too much kick and I will be sure to tell Bobby to call and check up on you guys each day."

"But the angels can't protect us here!"

John looked confused and sat down his over-packed bag. "What?"

"They don't know where we are!"

John squatted down and looked Dean in the eyes. "They do and they will keep you safe." He figured that that was what Mary would have wanted him to say but Dean still looked troubled.

"They can't find us."

"Yes they can." John started to look exasperated when he saw the broken look Dean was giving him.

"Santa didn't."

Dean wandered over to the microwave and heated some water to warm up baby Sammy's bottle. John stood there and realized that he really had been a terrible father the past few months. He hadn't even though about Christmas and it had passed without giving him the chance to miss it. And Dean hadn't said a word.

"Hey, I'll make it up to you buddy. How about we have our own Christmas when I get back from this trip?" He ruffled Dean's hair and slung his bag over his shoulder. Dean nodded and went back to work as John kissed Sam on the forehead and left.

John was gone for over a week. Bobby was in the middle of an investigation and wired the cash to Dean to keep up the motel room. When John came back there was alcohol in his bag instead of presents and the Winchester Christmas was forgotten. John passed put on the couch and Dean pulled a blanket over him before making sure that Sam was sound asleep.

Dean wandered over to his own bed and scrunched up his eyes for a few minutes. "Okay. So I don't know you guys that well but Mommy made you sound good. So…angels? If any if you are listening. I-I'm scared. I know you thought I lived somewhere else, but I don't any more. I don't have a home right now but maybe you can still find me. Room 232 at the Super 8 motel in Virginia. I can't be scared or Sammy will get scared too. And then he cries and Daddy hates that. Plus I just don't like being scared. Good night."

Over the next month things got worse. John often found more comfort at the bottom of a bottle than in his own family. He was gone more often than when he was there. And when he did show up it was to research a case or to move his boys somewhere else across the country. There were times that he remembered to throw a ball around with Dean or teach him how to shoot more accurately but these moments were becoming rare.

Dean had heard nothing from the angels and was worried that Santa had snitched on him for being bad. He didn't know what he was doing wrong but he knew that there had to be a problem. Dean was already beginning to give up on the real world and often found himself lost in a television program or the own designs of his imagination. Dean killed monsters and saved his mother as little Sammy drooled by his side. He fought dragons, and ogres, and Santa over and over again. Sometimes the angels helped him out, but Dean could always get the job done on his own. He had to.

John was gone for almost two weeks when Dean took Sammy out for a walk around the small town that housed one of the world's crappiest motels. Dean hated the orange blankets and poor excuses for paintings in their room so he took little Sammy out for some fresh air. Sam giggled and threw his juice on the ground. Dean reached down to pick it up when he felt something feathery collide with him. He sat there dazed. Then he saw a small boy that looked about his age look solemnly at him through curious blue eyes. His hair was tousled and brown and he had on a small tan trench coat. Dean had never seen anyone wear something so strange.

"Are you a bird?"

"No. Are you?" The winged boy tilted his head looking bemused at Dean.

"No." Dean puffed out his chest. "I am Dean Winchester." His eyes widened. "Wait, I think I do know what you are!"

"You do?"

Dean nodded excitedly, practically dancing. "Come on!" He grabbed his hand pushed Sam's stroller back to the motel room as fast as he could. He pulled Sam out of the stroller and handed him to the baffled looking boy. Dean grabbed a book off of a shelf and shuffled through it quickly. "There."

Blue eyes met with earnest green ones before discovering what was on the page. It was a Precious Moments bible with cartoon angels that had impossibly large eyes and sweet, shy smiles. "You are an angel."

The angel nodded but look slightly put off at the picture. "I am an angel of the Lord, but I do not understand. Do you humans really think that we look…like that?"

Dean nodded earnestly. "You do."

The angel stood there holding Sam awkwardly. "Dean?"

"Yeah…what's your name?"

"Castiel," the angel murmured shyly.

Dean furrowed his brow. "Castiel. Castieeeeeeeel. Nice name. Can I call you Cas instead?"

Castiel blinked. "Are you making fun of me?"

"No, Cas just sounded cute to me." Dean placed the book back on the shelf as a light flush crept over the angel's cheek bones.

"Dean?"

"Yeah Cas?"

"Your bundle of…Sam smells bad."

Dean grinned. "I think Sam just laid a bomb. Okay stinker." Dean came over and gently lifted the bundle out of Castiel's hands. Castiel stood there stiffly as Dean hurried around the room changing Sam's diaper. He peeked around the room for a bit but kept glancing over at Dean.

"So what made you finally decide to show up?"

"Decide to show up?" Castiel blinked.

"Yeah. I needed you guys a looong time ago. And now you are here."

"Sorry Dean." Castiel looked down at his untied shoe. "I was just assigned to you. They must have thought that you did not need us yet."

"My mom needed you." Dean finished with the diaper and set Sammy down on his stomach on a blanket.

"For that I am sorry too."

"Why do you do that?" Castiel looked confused. "Why do you talk so fancy? And stop being sorry."

Castiel's wings wilted as he stood under Dean's scrutiny looking ready to break. "I'm sor-I don't know. I will go back and see if someone else can be assigned to you."

"Wait Cas. Hold on you son of a bitch!"

Castiel looked startled at Dean's language. Maybe he had shown up too late to save him. "No, you do not want me. I can go."

"No you can't." Dean reached over and grabbed Castiel's hand. "This time I'm sorry Cas. I didn't want to upset you. I'm glad you're my angel. I bet I got the best one."

Dean smiled down at him as Castiel gazed into his face with pure wonder. "You are?"

"Of course. Why would I lie about that? Look me in the eye and tell me if I'm lying." Dean made a squinty face at Castiel as the angel took a step back.

"You just look scary."

Dean grinned. "You're just a big chicken aren't you. I thought angels were supposed to be tough dudes with gigantic swords but you really are a Precious Moments angel, aren't you?"

"I'm whatever you need me to be, Dean." Castiel stood there rather stiffly, offended once more.

"Are all angel's like you?"

Castiel shook his head slowly. "No. The others don't really like me that much."

"Well they must be all be dumb sons of bitches then. I have a secret."

"You do?"

"Yeah, Cas. I don't really have any friends either. So how about we agree on being friends? Deal?" Dean held out his hand to Castiel.

Castiel looked perplexed. "I don't understand you Dean. Are you joking or serious?"

"I'm seriously joking." Castiel's face fell. "No! Cas, I do want you to be my friend. Honestly. Cross my heart and hope to die."

Castiel looked pale. "I hope you don't."

"Don't what?"

"Die." Castiel once more eyed the ground shyly.

Dean grinned and puffed out his chest importantly. "Well that is settled then. Oh and your shoe is untied."

Castiel nodded. "I think it is broken," he stated as if delivering the weather forecast.

"Nah I can fix it. Do you not know how to fix your shoes?"

Castiel rubbed the back of his neck looking embarrassedly at anything but Dean. "No." He looked defeated.

"Here. It's like on Spongebob. Loop-de-loop, and pull."

Castiel looked lost. "Spongebob?"

"It's a kid show. My mom always called them bunny ears, so that works too. The rabbit goes through the hole or something like that." Dean pushed Castiel into a sitting position and tied the laces looking focused. Castiel just sat there looking at Dean like he was the most amazing thing he had ever seen in his life. Dean did a double knot and they both sat there looking proudly at Dean's handiwork before locking eyes. Sammy started crying, breaking the spell.

"Looks like someone is hungry." Dean announced in a sing-song voice. "Hey Cas, wanna stay for dinner?" Castiel nodded and stood there, pleased. "Good." Dean hugged him and he stood there staring at Dean's chest in surprise. Dean passed a less smelly Sam over to him once more and began getting dinner ready. Castiel stood there holding the small baby in his arms as he stared happily at Dean's back. He knew in that moment that he had made the right choice. Dean was his and he rather like the idea of belonging to someone too, as long as that someone was Dean Winchester.