Dean stood, holding a small infant in his arms. In the background, a slow, lullaby version of Welcome to the Black Parade was playing softly. He sang quietly to the small boy. Dean was rocking the boy gently, keeping him close.
Dean sat on his bed, laying the infant in the crook of his arm. Back in Black began to play-yet again a lullaby version. Dean didn't mind, he knew if he had the real versions playing, the kid wouldn't be too happy for bed time. He sat there, quietly humming the tune, as the baby slept next to him. Dean fell asleep shortly after.
Castiel came into the room quietly, he figured at least one of his boys would be in bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, and smiled gently, seeing Dean curled up with their son. He went around to the other side, gently picking up their boy, and taking him to the crib against the wall. He let the music play on. As he rocked their child, he kissed his forehead. "Sweet dreams Bobby." He said softly, laying him in the crib, and tucking him in. For a few minutes, Cas stood watching his son sleep. He thought about life. Dean Winchester, his hunter, Bobby Winchester, his son. I am Castiel Winchester. I am human. Dean wouldn't agree, he still referred to Cas as his angel, no matter what happened.
Cas drew back over to the bed, where he pulled himself next to Dean, curling up in his warmth. Dean, instinctively, wrapped his arm around Cas and pulled him closer. Castiel pulled the blanket over them, and fell asleep. He mumbled softly, something that wasn't able to be made out.
A lullaby version of Carry On Wayward Son played softly in the background.