Castiel watched his charge, now a year old. His mother, Mary, was with him at a park, pushing him on a swing. The child laughed and squealed as he went back and forth like a pendulum.
"Hi-wer mommy! Hi-wer mommy!" Dean cried loudly with joy.
Castiel liked checking in on Dean, it was peaceful to watch the young human be so care free; though it scares Castiel that he does not know what his brothers know about Dean's future. He knew there was something, what with the way they are keeping a close eye on his life.
