Mary looked down upon her children from heaven (for all she went through, did she not deserve peace in the clouds?). Her heart pounded worry throughout her body and it drowned out all other emotions in her veins. Castiel was looking after Dean, he always would, she knew. Castiel would rather die than see Dean hurt and for that she was eternally grateful. But what about Sam? Castiel tried but Dean was a handful at best. Who would watch over her youngest?
"Don't worry," a voice spoke behind her. She started, turning to see Gabriel gazing down as well. He rose his warm gaze to peer into hers, full of honesty and promise. "I'm watching over him."
She smiled softly, heart pouring content. Of course the archangel, the Trickster, the one who wanted it all to end, the one devoted to family. It was perfect.
A/N: This is a drabble that I wrote in, like, literally three seconds flat. I found it cute and thought I'd share. There's obviously not a lot of thought in it.