'Dean….Dean wake up!'
Dean stirred at the familiar sound of his brother calling out.
'Sammy? What the hell man, it's like…2 p.m.'
'Dean we have a problem. Like, a serious one.'
Dean cursed and opened one huge ass emerald eye to look at Sam. 'Dammit Sammy what can be so important?'
'it's Cas. He's back'
Sam and Dean sat on the edge of the living room couch, staring at the infant across the room.
'Are you sure it's Cas? I mean for all we know it could just be someone deadbeats kid.' Asked Dean.
'We're literally in the middle of nowhere trying to get deets on Crowley and an infant apparatus out of nowhere into out living room naked with nothing but a tie? Yeah I'm pretty sure it's Cas'
'Well okay Queen of Sass...Listen I'm gonna go take a shower' Dean said, standing to leave. Sam stood up and blocked him 'uh…no you're not. We need to find out what to do with Cas. We can't just leave him like this.
'You're right Sammy, why don't you take care of Cas and I'll uh, go buy some baby angel supplies or whatever.'
'Yeah no nice try. I'm pretty sure the bar doesn't carry Pampers. I'll go, you stay.'
'but-' Dean protested, but Sam had already left.
Dean looked down at the child who seemed to have absolutely no idea as to what was going on. Cas was on lying on his back with his trench coat underneath him, toes up in the air, chewing on his tie.
Dean chuckled and picked him up, holding him about a foot away. 'Guess you really are just a baby in a trenchcoat, eh Cassie?'
For a moment Dean could have sworn the naked angel looked upset.
