A/N: Second chapter. Hope you guys enjoy. These chapters are just coming to me so easily, and I guess that's because I'm being influenced by a movie. But those of you who've seen the movie can tell I'm not taking too much from it.

The only downside is, I can only really write a new chapter when I get to go home on the weekends, and I comb through the movie for quotes and scenes that I like. Because of that, this story might take quite a while to complete.

Castiel walked quickly down the street, holding Gabriel's hand in his right and Sam's hand in his left. He looked around at the shops, trying to figure out what street they were on. He was fuming. This Dean Winchester had just left his son with him like a suitcase more than a child, and had the gull to talk sex with another woman right in front of the kids. "Just, where do you get the nerve to talk like that?" Castiel asked himself. "And in front of children. You talk about not keeping secrets – so you're just totally open with you five-year-old son about the affair you had? What kind of sicko!"

Gabriel leaned across his father as they walked to whisper to Sam, "My mommy hates your dad."

Sam scrunched up his nose, sticking out his tongue at the other boy. "Oh yeah? Well my dad hates your mommy."

"So?"

"So?" During this, Castiel continuously mumbled to himself about Dean's disregard for what is right and what is wrong to talk about when it comes to children, when Sam cried out, "Oh no!"

Immediately Castiel stopped to kneel down by the boy, inspecting him with worry. "What's wrong? Did you get stung by a bee? Well of course you didn't; it's autumn. But do you have to go to the bathroom?"

The small boy's face was quickly turning red and a few tears snaked their way down his cheeks. "I forgot Dinoroar."

Castiel looked at him questioningly. "Dinoroar?"

Gabriel stood on his tiptoes to curl a hand around his father's ear and whisper, "It's his favorite thing. He goes crazy without it."

"He's my stuffed tricerolatops," Sam confirmed. He started to quietly cry. "We have to go back. I left him in the taxi."

Castiel laughed a little, nervously. "I'm sorry, but you don't understand. We'd never find him. Do you know how many taxis there are in New York? If you left him on a bus, maybe, but with taxis?" And so, Sam started loudly crying, and Castiel frantically did the best he could to quiet him down, shushing him lightly and saying things like, "It's okay! It's okay, I promise, it's fine." Of course, people walking by looked horrified, as if Castiel had abused Sam in some way.

"I have to have my Dinoroar," Sam insisted between hiccups. "My dad is going to murder me if I don't get him back. He told me not to lose him today."

Castiel sighed, rolling his eyes. "Ugh, your father. Well, let me tell you, your father is not going to murder you as long as I'm around." He stood, taking hold of both the boys' hands again. "We can't get back Dinoroar, but what if I got you a new stuffed animal? You can make a new friend, and you can let Dinoroar go explore all of New York."

Sam thought about it before nodding, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "Dinoroar would like that."

They walked as quickly as they could, being held back a little by Gabriel's short legs, to the nearest toy store. Once inside, Castiel let out a sigh of relief. "Okay boys, stay in sight. Gabriel, why don't you help Sam find a new best friend? I've gotta make a quick phone call." The boys ran off giggling, and Castiel decided he'd walk after them slowly, just to make sure he had a constant visual of them. He pulled out his cellphone, dialing the number, and waited until he heard his brother pick up on the other end. "Michael, thank God you're there. Listen, if I ever act interested in another man, will you please shoot me?"

"Oh, hey Cassie. Listen uh-"

"I have had the worst day so far, you wouldn't believe it," Castiel complained, "and I just get the feeling it's going to keep getting worse. I need to ask you for a favor, and please don't say no."

He heard Michael groan on the other end before he replied, "If you're about to ask me if I can watch Gabriel, then forget it."

"Well, it wouldn't just be Gabriel," Castiel clarified. "I kinda have this other guy's kid too, and I'm really too busy to watch both of them right now. My meeting is in like two hours, and now I'm on the other side of town, or for God sakes I could be in another city, I have no idea where I am. I would just need you to watch them until one, that's all I'm asking. And how could you not watch them for me, I mean I'm your little brother. And this meeting could, could end up being one of the biggest moments of my life."

Another groan from Michael before he replied, "Cassie, even if I wanted to watch the kids – and I can't stress enough that I don't want to watch them – there's nothing I can do to help you. I'm working today, I was just about to leave."

Castiel was quiet, pondering that for a second. "But you never work on Tuesdays. And today is Tuesday."

And that was when he heard it, a woman's voice in the background. "Hurry it up, will ya darling?" the voice pleaded. That definitely wasn't the voice of Daphne, Michael's wife.

Castiel gasped loudly, causing a few people around him to look over. "Michael, who was that?" Before Michael could answer, as it sounded he was trying to get the other woman to keep quiet, Castiel exclaimed, "You have another woman over?!"

"Look, Cassie," Michael begged, a nervous laugh tinging his voice, "you cannot tell Daphne, she'd have my balls. This is the first time, and she means nothing to me." Castiel heard protesting from the other girl.

Quickly, he hung up, completely enraged. "Why are all men such snakes?!"

Gabriel and Sam ran back up to Castiel, and Gabriel pulled on his pants leg. "What's wrong, Mommy?"

Castiel looked down at them, uncovering his eyes from his hands, and he sighed, bending down. "Promise me, that someday, when you get married, that you'll…or you know what? Promise Mommy that you won't get married until you're 40, okay?"

"Was that Daddy?" Gabriel asked.

For a long time, Castiel was just quiet. He hated thinking about his ex-husband. He'd spent all the night before crying about him after Gabriel went to bed, and today he'd been so busy he'd forgotten to hate the guy. After a while, he noticed that Sam was holding a rather large stuffed lizard. "Is that the one you want, Sam?"

Sam nodded. "He's an iguana. His name is Gerald."

"Mommy, we're hungry," Gabriel complained, hanging off his father's arm. "Can we go get something to eat? I want burgers and ice cream."

Castiel thought about it a second, then nodded, deciding that he couldn't send the boys to daycare with empty stomachs, because Gabe always came home hungry from that place anyway. "Yeah, yeah we'll stop to eat somewhere real quick, but then we really have to head to the daycare, okay? I can't be late for my meeting." He glanced out the big front windows and smiled wide. "A bus! Oh God, yes, thank you! A bus!" He tried to run out so quickly with the kids that he nearly forgot to pay for Gerald.

"What the hell do you mean, she's not here?" Dean asked furiously to the secretary on Lisa's floor. He'd just arrived not too long ago, huffed it up the stairs because there were far too many people in the elevator, and finally made it only to hear- "She's not here? Where the hell else would she be? I told her last night that I was coming first thing in the morning. She couldn't have waited until after she saw me to go gallivanting around the city?"

"Mr. Winchester, Lisa left about thirty minutes ago to do work on her newest story. If you wanted to talk to her, you should've gotten here sooner," the secretary informed him. "Because it is now 10:25, which is not first thing in the morning."

Dean smiled, because if he didn't smile, he would start throwing things off her neat, tidy, little desk. "Then tell me where she is," he said in the calmest voice he could manage.

"I'm sorry, there's no way I can do that."

At that, he turned away, running his left hand through his gelled hair (because his trench coat was folded over his other arm) and laughing angrily. "Do you have any idea what I've been through this morning? I had to hurry all over town, I even had to leave my son with a stranger, because I was trying to get my ass over here in time to speak with this woman. This kind of shit is the reason I'm divorcing her. She never keeps her word to me, or to Sammy! And she can't spare one moment for either of us!"

The secretary stared at him with what looked like a mixture of surprise and pity. Finally, she sighed, leaning across her desk. "Look," she mumbled, "I'm not allowed to tell you where she is. It's against the rules." When Dean scoffed, she added, "Have you heard about the charity auction they're having down on 11th tonight? It's for the, uh…" She thought for a moment before saying, "Well, I don't know what the hell it's for, but it's supposed to be a big deal. Everyone is gonna be there."

Dean pondered what she said for a second, then he smiled, picking up the hint. "Thanks."

Castiel and the boys were sitting in a quaint little pizzeria. Could you say that about a pizza shop in New York? Were they usually quaint? Castiel, himself, was enjoying what might've been his second or third slice of pizza – he was being totally bad, but he told himself that it was because of stress. He wasn't letting himself go, he was letting himself go. He glanced at the boys, who had barely touched their food. "Guys?" he asked. "What's wrong?"

Gabriel looked at Sam, who gave him a look that said you'd better not tell, or so help me, I'll sock you the next time your dad has his back turned. Even so, Gabriel looked to Castiel guiltily. "We lied."

"You're not hungry?" Castiel queried. "Then why did we have to stop to eat?"

"We was stalling," Sam answered, looking at Gabriel with flames in his eyes.

"We just really don't wanna go to daycare, Mommy. Everyone there is mean," Gabe clarified. "They make fun of us 'cause we're small."

Castiel cocked a brow. "You're two of the oldest boys there."

"Some of the four-year-olds really eat their green beans," Sam said like it was a big deal. "They can be almost as big as Gabe, and then he's such a wuss, he never fights back." Gabriel just stuck his tongue out at him in return.

With a sigh, Castiel stood. "I'm sorry guys." He wiped his mouth with a napkin. "You're just going to have to be tough for today, okay? Gabe, I promise next week we'll start looking for a new daycare, but for today you guys have to go there, because I have to get to my meeting, and I only have an hour."

"Is that a lot?" Sam asked.

"No, it's not."

Gabriel slid out of the booth, and Sam started to slide out after him, an arm still up on the table, when he knocked over a soda, which – of course – spilled all over the front of Castiel's vest and pants. Castiel gasped loudly, looking at Sam in horror, whose only reply was, "Oops. Sorry Castiel."

Castiel grumbled something about how Sam did that on purpose before saying, "Wait right here. I have to make another phone call. Sam, what's your dad's number?" After getting the number, he reluctantly went to the bathroom and pulled out his phone. As he examined his now-ruined suit, he waited for Dean to pick up.

"Hello?"

His voice was even sexier over the phone. "Oh umm, hello, Mr. Winchester?" Castiel asked, having now lost his composure at the sound of that voice.

"Who's this?"

"It's Castiel Novak. I'm watching your son, Sam." He heard a sigh from the other end.

"Look, I appreciate you doing that, but what is it? I'm kinda in a rush here. My wife never likes to stay in one place for too long."

Castiel grimaced. "Listen, you have to come and get the boys right now."

"Why the hell would I do that?"

With a sigh, Castiel replied, "Well, one, because I did it for you. And two, because your darling son just spilt soda all over me, and I only have an hour until the most important meeting of my life."

"Isn't there anyone else you could call?"

"Believe me," Castiel said in the most pleasant voice he could muster, "I wouldn't be calling you if there was anyone else I could call. I don't have time to go home, get changed, and take them to the daycare. I need you to do it."

"What the hell have you been doing with them for the past hour?"

Castiel pulled the phone away from his face, wanting to lay his head on the wall, but not trusting the cleanliness of the room. He let out a deep breath before answering, "It's a long story, okay? Mr. Winchester, I just need you to take them to the daycare. I'm pretty sure it's not far from here, but my apartment is in the other direction, and I really don't have time for any more games."

There was a chuckle on the other end, a deep, throaty, sexy chuckle. "I like it when you call me Mr. Winchester."

Castiel did everything he could not to scream, swallowing it all down as best he could. "Are you going to come and get them, or not?" he asked, his voice a bit quieter now, more controlled.

There was a moment of silence on the line, followed by the sigh of someone who was having to end their party too soon. "I'll come get them. If I know Lisa, she'll probably stay at that auction place for a few hours, talk to everybody. I'll watch them until one. That'll give you enough time, right?"

Momentarily confused, Castiel replied, "You don't have to watch them, just take them to the daycare."

"We both know they hate it there. That's why you didn't take them there right away, right?"

Castiel thought about admitting to the whole Dinoroar incident, because of course Dean would notice the second he picked up the kids, but he instead bit his tongue. "Yeah, you're right. Okay, hurry over here, will you?" He gave Dean the address before hanging up.

When Dean showed up about twenty minutes later, he was immediately laughing his ass off, just at the sight of disheveled Castiel. "That's great. My son did that to you?" he asked, grinning.

Castiel ignored the question, looking down at Gabriel every once in a while as if he was standing at the terminal in an airport, about to put his son on a plane to Africa. "Thanks for doing this."

"Sure, but I'm doing it for them," Dean told him. "It's hard enough being a kid." At this time, he pulled a cherry sucker from his pocket, unwrapping it, and popping it into his mouth.

Castiel scoffed. "Yeah, and you would know."

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

Dean just smiled at him, the sucker making his right cheek huge. "You know what my mom used to tell me?"

"Gee, no I don't."

"Love your guy like a little boy, and he'll grow into a man."

"Huh?"

Dean repeated. "Love your guy like a little boy, and he'll grow into a man."

Castiel swallowed before wetting his lips. "She knew back then that you were gay?"

Dean just smiled again, pulling the sucker out of his mouth to point it at Castiel. "'M not gay."

"Then why did she advise you on how guys wanna be loved?" He looked up to hail a cab, yelling, "Taxi!" It started to pull over.

"She was just hoping I'd meet a woman like that someday," Dean clarified.

Without missing a beat, Castiel turned to Dean, putting his hands on his hips. "You know, I really can't stand it, those people who blame their worse traits on everyone but themselves." He knelt down, giving Gabriel one last look over.

Dean laughed. "Oh okay." A second later, his face changed to angry confusion. "Hey, what r'you talking about?"

Castiel looked up at him with a quick sigh. "You're blaming your Peter Pan complex on your mother."

"What Peter Pan complex."

"The one you're so proud of."

"You wanna be friends?" Dean asked, voice still angry.

"I don't have time for friends." Castiel looked at Gabriel again. "Sweetie, are you sure you wanna go with this guy? Are you going to get along with Sam okay?" Gabriel nodded, so Castiel stood, looking to Dean again. "Gabriel is allergic to shellfish and dander. He's got a real sweet tooth, but don't let him talk you into getting him a lot of candy. And, also, he's not allowed to watch commercial TV." The taxi honked for him, so he started walking that way, still looking at Dean as he talked. "And no matter what he says, he has to hold your hand at all times, not just when you're crossing the street. Oh and also, if you go to the playground, I like to check out the sandbox first, because you never know what kinds of things people leave in there. And…" He stopped, just to stare at his son, before he took a deep breath and got into the taxi, which quickly drove away.

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