Dean Winchester was not the most introverted child, in fact most would say that if you were to search for the word extroverted in the dictionary a picture of Dean would be right next to it. So naturally when he saw a small boy with dark hair move in with his mother across the street from his house, he was pretty excited. He could finally have a friend so close to home!

He spent the next four days begging his mother to let him go say hello, but she always refused, saying that she didn't have time to go with him. This always ended with him huffing and going up to his room. Finally though, his mother took him and Sammy across the street with a small welcome basket. Dean rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet as he waited impatiently and excitedly for the boy's mother to answer the door, and when she did he quickly leaned to the side and peaked around her legs, looking for him to no avail. Soon though, the mother allowed them in. They sat and talked for what felt like a lifetime to Dean, but soon Mary told the other woman- who he had found out was named Madelyn- about how Dean wanted to meet and befriend her son.

"Oh... I suppose that will be okay." she said after a moment, then stood and went to retrieve him. Dean waited excitedly until Madelyn came back, gently leading the small boy with dark hair and blue eyes forward toward him by his hand. This didn't really register with Dean, his young mind simply pushing it aside as the boy being attached to his mother. He bounded forward toward the boy, grinning widely.

"Hi! I'm Dean, I live across the street. I was hoping you would want to go outside to maybe play ball or something." He greeted excitedly, only to notice that the other boy was tugging on to his mother's sleeve anxiously, seeming to be very distressed. He started to cry and turned into his mother, who knelt down to reassure him. Dean's smile fell, thinking he did something wrong and looked up at his own mother who had knelt down beside him.

"It's okay." Madelyn said as she did strange movements with her hands that Dean didn't understand. Mary gasped quietly and placed a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"What did I do?" Dean asked his mother quietly.

"Nothing sweety." Mary reassured him. "He's just afraid because he can't hear you, and couldn't understand what you were saying." She said softly. Dean tilted his head slightly, not sure how someone couldn't hear, but turned back to look at the smaller boy.

He watched the mother move her hands and talk to her son for a moment before stepping a little closer and holding his hand out toward him. He smiled in a friendly way and watched as the smaller boy sniffled and faced him, still scared. "Hi." he said, knowing he couldn't hear him so he was certain to pronounce the word like Madelyn had. He had noticed the way that the small boy had watched her lips as she had talked. "I'm Dean." he said in the same way. The other boy hesitantly reached out and took his hand. Madelyn covered her mouth with her hand as she watched the two interact, having never expected her son to have interacted with another boy at his current age.

The small boy used his free hand to signal something, then gave him a soft, shy smile.

"He said that his name is Castiel." Madelyn said quietly.

"Cas." Dean smiled and then gently tugged on his hand and tried to get him to turn around. He pointed to the front door, and smiled as he then pointed to Cas and himself. "Play?" he asked, wanting to keep it simple so Cas would for sure understand.

Cas signed something that Dean didn't understand, then pointed to the door. Dean grinned and nodded, then pulled a less hesitant Cas out the door after receiving a nod.