So, this is my first Supernatural fic! It's set somewhere mid season 5, although I suppose it's a bit of an AU. I wrote this before the 7x13 teaser came out, so there are no intentional parallels here! Rated T just to be safe, it'll probably only go so far as strong language and heavy fluff towards the end of the story. Enjoy and review!

As far as their cases went, this has been a pretty simple job. Originally they'd thought it was something more, a demon of some kind that had decided to have a solo party in celebration of the upcoming apocalypse or something. Turns out it was just a simple salt and burn job. Which the brothers weren't gonna complain about, especially seeing as they had booked themselves in the motel for four nights and had only spent a day and a half hunting the ghost. Besides, it'd been a long time since they'd stopped for a break between the odd job and the huge task of keeping certain archangels from wearing them like a pair of leather gloves. So Sammy was sat at the crappy excuse for a dining table in their room reconnecting with some college friends on Facebook, and Dean had a date with a bucket of popcorn and a Dr Sexy M.D. marathon. Of course, this is the boys we are talking about here, and nothing ever stays simple for long.

Dean had his eyes locked on the television as Nurse Caliente and the ruggedly handsome husband of one of her patients made out in the broom closet, occasionally shoving pieces (Well...handfuls.) of popcorn into his mouth, when his vision suddenly became blocked by a dirty trenchcoat.

"Oh come on! Mrs Ruggedly-Handsome-Guy is just about to walk in on them!" Dean yelled, throwing a piece of popcorn that successfully bounced off the angel's forehead rather comically. Cas frowned at him.

"Dean, now really isn't the time for joking about."

"Cas, this is the first break we have had in goddamn weeks!" Dean growled through gritted teeth. "You need to just let us…"

"Have you found something? Something that might help?" Of course it would be Sam that drove their mini vacation to a halt, thought Dean.

"Not exactly. It's more of a hindrance, really, but you need to know." He turned to face Dean directly. "What do you remember of a woman named Tara Daniels?" Dean blinked back at him innocently.

"Umm…Am I supposed to know who that is? Who is she, someone from a job or something? Sam, you recognise the name?" He asked, the woman not ringing any bells. Castiel looked at him with a look of almost…disappointment. Like he was ashamed that Dean had no clue who this woman was.

"Nope, sorry. I mean, it's not like I keep mental records of every person we've ever saved, so she could be from an old job." Sam shrugged, looking at Castiel in confusion. "Why do you ask, Cas?"

Castiel paced the room with a hand to his head, pushing back his fringe. The brothers watched him, baffled as to why this particular woman was giving Cas so much to worry about.

"Cas? You okay man?" Dean asked with genuine concern, shuffling to the end of the bed to talk to him better. Cas stopped directly in front of Dean, towering over him as he stood. One of his hands scrambled inside his coat, trying to find something within the pockets. After a few seconds he drew out a photograph.

"You honestly mean to tell me that you do not remember making love to this woman?" He shoved the photo in front of Dean's eyes. She was fairly young, mid twenties maybe? Long dark hair framed her face, and even though Cas didn't have much in the way of comparison, he knew she was probably considered highly beautiful by human standards. Hell, even by angel standards she was gorgeous. A wide smile that touched her bright blue eyes. Not typically Dean's type, even he would admit. Dean stared at the picture with his mouth slightly open, almost in awe.

"Tamara? From last year" He checked, looking up at Cas for confirmation. He nodded once.

"Yes, Tamara was her full name. Most people knew her as just Tara though. You remember her, yes?" Now Dean nodded, staying silent and waiting for further explanation. Castiel sighed heavily. "I'm sorry Dean, but…she's dead."

Dean's eyed widened in shock, his mouth falling further open.

"Y-y-you mean demons? Ghosts? Have you got any leads at all?" The words came rushing out of his mouth in one breath, looking over to his brother for confirmation that they would finish this thing. But Cas merely shook his head again.

"Fell off of a cliff side near her house about an hour ago. She died as soon as she hit the lake." Cas stated, eyes fixed on Dean waiting for his reaction.

"But then…what has it got to do with us? I mean, I feel sorry for the woman but it ain't our area." He queried, eyebrows knotting in confusion.

"Because she left behind two babies." He paused for a second to see the effect this statement would have on the brothers. Dean hadn't moved a muscle, but Sam's jaw dropped in realisation.

"But I don't get it, why is this releva-"

"Your babies, Dean. You fathered these children." Cas emphasised, although from the look on Dean's face he had divulged way too much to process in a very short time.

"Are you serious? Dean has kids?" Sam interjected, jumping up from his seat. Dean remained immobile. "How…how do you even know they're his?"

"Seeing as Lucifer and Michael can use anyone who is closely related to you by blood as a vessel, even only temporarily, the Winchester bloodline is heavily policed by certain groups upstairs. They could not be harmed when they were with their mother, but now they are vulnerable. Luckily I found out before anyone else, and I predict it will be hours until anyone else realises that they even exist." He paused, looking to Dean for some kind of indication. "Dean, are you even listening to a word I'm saying?" He knelt to the man's level, crouching down to look him in the face. When no reply came, he grabbed him by the shoulders and shook. Dean raised his head enough so that he could look Cas in the eyes.

"You're telling me…" Dean whispered roughly "That I have two little kids I had no idea about, who now have no mother, and are at mercy of the two biggest sons of bitches in heaven?"

"Yes. And that we have to collect them straight away, before anybody realises that their mother is gone. So please Dean, stay collected for just an hour while we do this?" Castiel begged of him, almost gently trying to coax the other man into submission. He held out a hand and Dean took it, pulling himself up. He stared numbly at his brother, who quickly ran over to grasp Dean by the shoulders and give him a quick once over.

"Dude, it's okay. We'll get through this, I promise. Just like we always do." Sam offered a small smile, clapping his brother on his back before turning to Castiel. The angel was holding out two fingers towards each brother.

"So, I take it we're flying Angel Airways then?"