A/n: First! This is going to be a short story. Second, I'm not using the 'horizontal ruler' for a line break. Line breaks will be song titles. They will probably have nothing in common except for the fact that I like them.

-Maxwell's Silver Hammer-

All is silent, save for the sounds of keys being tapped and the occasional car that drives by the motel. Dean is cleaning his guns and Sam is doing research on his laptop, attempting to find their next hunt. The silence is broken by the swoosh that has recently become the only warning that they get before Castiel appears in the room, sometimes only inches away from either young man's face. Though, the angel is been getting better when it comes to the whole 'personal space issue'.

"Hey, Cas," Dean says without looking up, a smile on his face. Visits from Cas are usually interesting, Besides that the angel is fun to tease sometimes.

"Dean, I need your help."

The hunter looks up, a somewhat confused and worried look on his face and what he sees startles him. He can see why the Angle would need help. It isn't often to see Castiel really look like he's been hurt but there is a little blood dripping from his mouth and he looks more ruffled than usual. There is a bruise forming on his jaw and he actually looks panicked, another rarity, the angel so openly showing emotion. Surprisingly the last thing that Dean notices it the somewhat large bundle that is in man's arms.

"What happened to you, Cas?" Sam asks, getting up from his seat and moving closer to see how badly the angel is hurt.

"And what is that?" Dean questioned, standing up as well and moving closer to see what is in his friend's arms.

He didn't expect for Castiel to rush forward and shove what he was holding into his arms. Dean almost drops the bundle in surprise and then again when he realizes he's holding a young child in his arms. He looks up at Cas in surprise.

"What the hell, Cas? What are you, now? Peter Pan?" he asks, looking back down at the child. She's either asleep or unconscious.

"Just keep her safe, Dean. I have no time to explain."

"Hey, wait-"

But before Dean can protest the angel is gone and he's left holding the child, his mouth agape.

"That son of a bitch!" yells the eldest Winchester.

"Did he really just leave us with a kid?" Sam asks, leaning over Dean's shoulder and looking down at the child's face.

She has dark brown hair walls in curling waves down past her shoulders. Long lashes brush her soft, round lightly freckled cheeks. Her nose is slightly upturned and she is breathing evenly as she lay in Dean's arms, not showing any sign of coming to anytime soon. With a sigh Dean moves over to Sam's bed and lays the girl down. The white cloth she was wrapped in now appears to be a dress, one that is far too big for her.

"We're going to need to get her clothes," Dean says, looking down at her and cocking his head t to the side. The little girl looks to be about eight years old.

"What are you talking about? Dean we can't take care of a kid!" Sam exclaims, looking at his brother in shock. As he watches as the man grabs a pillow and pull the case off.

Dean takes up one of his knives and cuts through the seam of the pillow then looks up at Sam, head tilted to the side.

"Get me a needle and dental floss," he orders, not replying to his brother's statement from before.

Sam just stares at Dean for a second then goes to his duffle bag and fishes around in their first aid kit until he finds the requested Items. He takes them To Dean who is now sitting the girl up and working her out of the too big dress. He slides the pillow case onto her lower body and then takes the needle and floss.

"What are you doing?"

Dean gathers the cloth around the girl's waist until it's snuggly hugging her body, then he start to sew the pinched piece of cloth so that the pillow case will stay tight around the girl. Once he gets that done he gets up and pulls a shirt out of his bag and comes back, sitting the girl up he puts it on her and lays her down again.

"I am MacGyvering a skirt out of a pillow case for her because you can't take a kid to get clothes naked because we are going to be taking care of her because we can't just leave her here and because Cas asked us to keep her safe. So sit down and shut up because she is staying whether you like it or not."

Sam is silent for a moment and moves to sit down in front of his laptop.

"So how did you learn to sew clothes?"

Dean flushed and moved back to his bed to finish cleaning his guns while the girl slept.

"I occasionally had to alter clothes for your freakishly large ass when we were growing up," he retorted, making Sam laugh quietly.

-Sugar Magnolia-

"Alright I'm not buying her anything from here," Dean stated, glaring around the Good Will suspiciously.

Sam lifted his head from where he was looking at a rack of clothes and cocked his head to the side.

"Why not? We wore clothes from good will when we were her age," the young man said, picking up a white, long sleeved shirt with little flowers across the chest.

Dean just screwed up is face a bit and hugged the little girl closer. She was quiet and just held onto Dean, her head resting on his shoulder and arms around his neck as she sat in his arms. The boys had discovered upon her waking that she had big dark brown eyes and was very quiet. She hadn't uttered a word since she woke up.

"Dude, the employees here are handling the stuff with rubber gloves. Why the hell are they handling the merchandise with rubber gloves if there isn't something wrong with it?" he hissed, looking down at the children's clothes accusingly as if they had wronged him in some way.

Dean has been surprising Sam ever since Cas dropped the little girl off with them.

First it was the making a skirt out of a pillowcase and putting her in one of his shirts. Then, as soon as she woke up and Dean looked into her big brown eyes, he seemed to be very completely taken with her. Sam doesn't think that her feet have touched the ground since Castiel handed her over. The man has never thought of his brother as someone who would be that great at taking care of children but Dean seems to have taken to it like a duck to water and is thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Can we just go to Wal*Mart and get her something?" Dean asks, reaching up to push a lock of the girl's hair behind her ear when it falls into her face. She smiles softly and the one that Dean gives her in return lights up his face.

"You don't even like Wal*Mart!" Sam exclaims, only earning a glare from Dean. With a sigh the younger of the two slumps and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Fine! Let's go to Wal*Mart!" he says, shaking his head and leading the way out of the Goodwill.

Dean just follows with a smug look on his face.

"After we get you some decent clothes we'll get you something to eat, kay?" he says quietly to the girl. She doesn't say anything but just smiles and nods, wrapping her arms around Dean's neck and burying her face in his shoulder.

The man smiles and runs his hand over her back and when Sam looks back at them even he has to admit that she looks cute in the too-big Metallica shirt and her pillowcase skirt. The younger man sighs and shakes his head, reminding himself that there is really no way that they can keep her with them. They'll just have to leave her with Bobby or something.

They get back out to the Impala and Dean takes the girl to the backseat, buckling her into her seat and lightly tapping the top of her nose and making her giggle before he moves to get behind the wheel. Sam slides in on the other side of the car and when his brother looks at him it's like Dean can read his mind because he narrows his eyes and points accusingly at Sam.

"Wipe off the bitch face, Sammy. We're keeping her."

Sometimes Sam wonders about Dean.

-One-

A/n: Songs used as line breaks are: Maxwell's Silver Hammer, by The Beatles. Sugar Magnolia, by The Grateful Dead. One, by Metallica.