He had kept up his end of the bargain. Dean Winchester smirked as his younger brother, Sam, struggled to get his sons under control…
"James Dean Winchester, I swear if you do that one more time-"
It was all Dean could do to keep from laughing as one of his nephews went ahead and pulled the trigger of his toy dart gun. Sam, in turn, groaned in annoyance and pulled the dart off his forehead.
"Looks like something you would have done," Castiel observed with a small amused smile.
"Yeah," Dean scoffed and smiled a bit himself, "Cas-"
"Dean, it's time," Castiel declared, "We need to return before anyone notices you're gone."
"Five more minutes," Dean promptly requested, "Just give me five more minutes."
"I can't," Castiel frowned, "I honestly wish I could, but I can't."
"Fine," Dean heaved a sigh of defeat, "Real quick, though, what's my other nephew's name?"
"Johnathan Gabriel," Castiel happily informed him.
"Johnathan Gabriel," Dean echoed, "Hey, maybe the next kid he'll name after you, or maybe even Lucifer."
"Let us hope not," And with that, Castiel returned them to heaven.