Castiel sighed and took the pen from Dean's large hand, gulping and looking to his friend for support. "A baby in a trench coat." He thought as he tried to put pen to paper. Dean's offhand remark from so long ago rattled around in him like a marble in a tin can. He was totally useless now. He wanted to give up, to go back to purgatory and suffer like he was meant to, but he was out. Castiel was Graceless, but he was out nonetheless and the Winchesters needed him.
"Come on, Cas. It's just your name and new birthday. Gary will take care of the rest." Dean encouraged as Castiel continued to stare at the nearly blank document. He'd written in the easy stuff. His name, his new birthday (December 17, 1980, a bit younger than Dean.) He was almost set to have the boys' acquaintance Gary forge the I.D, but there were two more blanks on the simple form. A middle and last name.
Castiel thought back on his thousands of years of memory, most of which were fuzzy and distant since purgatory, and realized he never thought about it. He was Castiel, Angel of the Lord. All of the angels' names were unique to them. There could be no confusion. Sam took one look at Cas and knew his dilemma. "For your middle name you could use someone close to you. Someone you've lost. Anything really." Sam smiled and put a reassuring hand on Cas' shoulder. Cas knew immediately what his middle name would be. "Balthazar." He whispered before writing down his dead brother's name. Sam's mouth formed a small half-smile before Dean's loud voice and grabbing hands interrupted them. "Give it here. We don't have all day. Here." He announced before scribbling down a last name and handing it to Gary. "I'll have this ready in a minute." The hunter announced before disappearing into the back of his small store. "What name did you put Dean?" Sam asked. Cas didn't care all that much about his name, but if he was named after some "80's rock legend" he would have a serious conversation with Dean.
Cas was suspicious when Dean didn't answer for a few moments, but Dean spoke, a hint of embarrassment on his face. "Winchester, okay. I figured you could use the name until you go in too much trouble." Sam grabbed both of them by the neck and brought the shorter men into a tight hug. Cas smiled. Maybe he was useless, but he did have the boy's, and family was sometimes all you needed to get through. Cas nearly fell over as Dean wrestled out of his brother's grip. "I'm serious guys, no chick flick moments."