Sam could only hear his own shallow breathing. His eyes were wide as they stared at the glowing yellow eyes, trepidation pumping in his veins. His eyes were stinging from watching Lucifer pull their mom with him, from watching Cass die, the angel light snuffed out from his eyes. Running a hand down his face, Sam breathed out carefully, setting his eyes on the child in front of him. The boy was too old to have just been born; he seemed to be around twelve years old. Yet, the way he had corned himself...he seemed scared. So Sam tried the gentle approach.

"I-I'm not here to hurt you," he said gently, trying to keep his voice steady. He took a meticulous step forward, holding a friendly hand out. The boy's face was obscured by the darkness in the room, but now he lifted his face, illuminating soft nose and small lips, normal features of a normal child. Sam swallowed heavily and took another step forward, the lost look in the boys' eyes convincing him that this kid might not attack him. "My name is Sam," he continued, trying to build trust. His heart was beating quickly and he was trying to push the recent tragedy out of his mind, tried to focus on this kid and the fact that he was Lucifer' child. Unfortunately, the boy in front of him stiffened at the mention of his name and Sam shook his head. "No, no, I'm nice. I promise. Me and my brother, we won't hurt you." He crouched down, only half a meter away from the young naked boy. The boy had hair that reached to the tip of his ears, and a fringe that covered his confused eyes. Those eyes now steadied on Sam and then he spoke his first words. "Wha-" he paused, opening his mouth and closing it. He then looked down at his hands and fingers, inspecting his legs and feet. Sam watched with a slight frown as the boy let out small sounds. He suddenly sprang up, causing Sam to jump up in alert, hand held out in case the boy went to attack mode. But no, the kid was swaying, looking dizzy as he uttered one word only. "Castiel."

And then he passed out, eyes lolling to the back of his head.

After a lot of thinking, Sam lifted the child and put him in the cot that didn't even fit him. Sam ran a hand through his hair. Everything had happened so fast, everything had happened too fast. He exhaled deeply and walked downstairs, heading towards his brother. His heart squeezed when he noticed Dean hadn't come back inside, and he walked out slowly, Castiel's body coming into view. It seemed like just another dropped body, dead on the ground. But this was too much, this was Cass. Blinking quickly, Sam focused his gaze on Dean who was sitting on his knees, his back tense from where Sam could see. He walked over to his brother, the grass and dry leaves that crunched under his shoes being the only sound in the silent night. Sam bit his lip as he leaned down to place a hand on Dean's shoulder. He'd expected Dean to be crying, he was holding back tears himself, but instead he walked forward and found a blank look on his brother's face. Dean was staring at Castiel's body with nothing but blankness. Sam swallowed, crouching down beside him. "Dean."

Dean turned to face him, that blank look disappearing slowly. "The idiot thought he could take on Lucifer." He looked like it was taking him every effort to keep his composure, and there were only a few times in his life that Sam had seen his brother like this. One of these times was hell. Sam stared at the lifeless blue eyes of Castiel, which were actually Jimmy Novak's eyes, but to them it was Castiel. Sam's eyes burned, but he leaned forward to close the dead angel's eyelids. Dean seemed to snap after that. Tears welled up in his eyes and Sam didn't know what to say, didn't know what would make him feel better. At this point, they had lost everything and everyone. They had fought harder than ever, and they were rewarded with nothing but a dead friend and a gone mother. Even worse, wherever Mary was, she was with Lucifer. Sam's eyes welled at the mere thought because he knew better than anyone how Lucifer was when he was angry and frustrated. He stared at Cas, sniffing a little. Memories flooded his mind, but it made everything ten times more painful.

"Uh," Sam mumbled, wiping his eyes. "Kelly's baby wasn't born a baby. He passed out soon, and I didn't know what to do with him...so I put him to bed."

Dean was looking painfully down at Castiel, his face twisted. He then stood up, running a hand down his face as he inhaled sharply. "Okay. We wait then," he said hoarsely. Sam stood up and he could see that Dean was on the verge of tears. He pulled his brother in a hug, and they both clutched each other tightly.

"I'm so tired of losing the people around us, Sammy," Dean said, his voice breaking.

Sam couldn't agree more.

After a little time, they quietly agreed to burning the body as well as Kelly's body. Sam went to check on Kelly's kid as Dean gathered the wood. They were both exhausted as hell, but they couldn't clock out just yet. Sam wondered if they were going to be able to sleep all night after what had just happened. He didn't even know if they were supposed to be watching over the kid. The boy was asleep in his room. The wall of the room was newly painted, Sam noticed, and the name Jack was painted in the middle of the rainbow with bright letters. Jack. Kelly wanted her son to be named Jack.

Sam walked back out of the room and headed towards the room where Kelly lay peacefully, unknown to anyone but them that she was dead.

The funeral wasn't easy at all. Sam didn't know whether to say the words or if Dean was going to say them. Eventually, he decided to speak since Dean looked like hell. His brother's eyes were red and he wasn't uttering a word as they stared at the burning fire in the quite cold night.
"Castiel, you were uh," Sam took a breath, smiling watery. "A great friend. You always tried to do the right thing, and you did a lot of times. Hell, you saved us more times than we can count." He jammed his hands in his jacket pockets. "You helped save the world more times than we can count." He swallowed heavily, glancing at Dean who was staring at the fire soullessly. "We will miss you. A lot."

They stood there for a little while until the fire stopped burning. Sam started heading inside, his bones cold and tried, but he noticed Dean wasn't the following. "Dean," he said hoarsely. "We should head inside."

Dean wiped his eyes and nodded, the two immediately grabbing a drink once they did get inside. Fortunately, the fridge was stocked up. Sam couldn't help but wonder if Castiel, the thoughtful angel, had done it. The house was heavily warded, so they decided to just crash in the couches downstairs.

"Maybe one of us should look out for Jack," Sam said quitely as he took a swig from the beer bottle. "The uh, kid," he explained.

Dean plopped down in the armchair with a breath. "I can do it. You get some sleep."

"Dean, maybe I shou-"

Dean fixed him with one of his hard gazes. "I can do it, Sam. If anything happens, I'll wake you up." Sam stared at his brother's face, knowing he wanted the space, but also knowing space wasn't the best idea. But Dean was too stubborn to be persuaded at the moment. "Okay," he said finally, nodding slightly. "We'll-we'll get mom back, and we'll find a way to get Cass back too. We always do," he said, assuring them both as he lay down on the couch. He pushed his hair out of his face and stared up at the dark ceiling. He heard Dean walk up the stairs, and though he was sure his brother had heard him, Dean didn't reply back if he did.

When Sam woke up the next morning, sunshine was streaming through the gaps between the curtains. There was also a blanket draped over him, and he rubbed his eyes. Last night's events flashed before his eyes and he let out an exhale, chest constricting. That's when he felt the lights flickering in the kitchen. He lifted his head and saw the lights from upstairs flickering as well. Frowning, Sam quickly pushed himself up and headed upstairs. Taking two steps at a time, he headed towards Jack's room. The lights were flickering insanely in here, and Sam found Dean crumpled on the floor, against the wall. Jack was standing a couple feet away, head tilted in such a Lucifer way, it made Sam's eyes widen slightly. He hurried towards Dean, fear clutching his heart. "What did you do to him?" he questioned, checking Dean for a pulse. There was one, but for some reason Dean was very warm.

"N-nothing," Jack said, seeming to have trouble speaking. The boy looked to be contemplating his next words before he spoke. "He's...asleep. Jack did nothing."

Sam pushed his hair back and looked up at the boy. "You know your name."

Jack looked confused as to why he knew his own name, but he nodded. "That's what my...mother named me." Sam nodded slowly, brows furrowed as he thought, but nothing he'd ever seen reminded him of Jack. He had no idea what to do, and he had no idea to tell the boy about Kelly. He checked on Dean, pressing his palm to his brother's forehead in worry. "He's burning up," he muttered, shaking Dean lightly. "Dean? Dean?" Sam looked up at Jack, who was observing the room rather curiously. Contemplating his choices, Sam started to lift Dean up. "Jack uh, are you hungry?" he asked nicely, hoping to keep Jack like this. Disoriented, curious and innocent.

Jack nodded and Sam sent him a small smile. "I'll just put Dean to bed and then get you some food."

Jack nodded again and then stared at Dean. "His name is Dean?"

"Yeah," Sam said as he hoisted Dean up, supporting him by the waist while throwing his brother's arm across his shoulder. "And I'm Sam."

"I know, you told me last night," Jack said simply. He shivered a little and Sam made a mental note to look for clothes in this house that would fit the boy. For now, he was a little worried about Dean. His brother was too hot, his skin burning through his t-shirt. He had a bad gut feeling that the next couple of days were going to be tough.

Hiya! Should I continue this? I haven't really written Supernatural before so idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯There's gonna be sick!Dean in the next chapter.