A/N: I meant to put this in the prologue but since its been such a long time since I uploaded a story to this site, I've completely forgotten how to edit a chapter already put up. This story was written after Season 6 but for thanks to my computer eating it, I was unable to rescue from the depths of my hard drive until recently. This story is COMPLETE! I will post the next chapter by Wednesday, once I beat my inner editor into submission. As usual, feel free to review!

"Are you absolutely sure that they aren't demons of some sort?"

Bobby snorted from next to me as we sat on the front porch of the house, watching warily as the twin terrors that were his grandchildren and my niece and nephew, tear across the junkyard in a laughing, giggling fit away from their mother, Jo, who cursing up a blue streak. "Ha-ha. Very funny, Sam."

I grinned brightly, knowing that the shit was going to hit the fan. "Not funny? How are you going to possibly explain to Dean that the Impala gave birth to a bunch of diesel hybrids?"

Yes, ya'll heard correctly. Our home away home, the Impala gave birth or rather, popped out in a loud, rumbling noise as if her engine was getting ready to blow up and in a gush of oil and gas, what appeared to be three mini functional Impala/Prius hybrids, complete with electrical plugs. Dean's worst nightmare come true…

" Uggh, why didn't I put a child-proof lock on that bookshelf?"

"Not a clue." I cringed as my youngest brother and the twins' father, Adam, in an agile move that I was honestly surprised that he could pull off, snuck up behind Sebastian, startling him, and hefted him over his shoulder, fully intending to give him a stern talking to. "You better figure out something before Dean comes home. Wasn't there a counterspell in the book, somewhere?"

Bobby nodded in the affirmative. "Problem is… Abby was the one who drew the damned symbol. And you as well as I do…."

He didn't have to say anything else. The war between Heaven and Hell and Lucifer's subsequent defeat had affected us in so many different ways. Under angelic edict, certain people were brought back to life, Jo and Adam among them. Imagine my surprise when they got together and married, not even a solid six months after they had come back.

The effects of the War manifested themselves most greatly in the children who were born into the new world order. Abby, for example, if she put enough thought and effort into it, could make inanimate objects come to life. Usually, she needed some type of way to channel the ability but in this case, she had gotten hold of some old fertility symbol, drew it on the Impala when it had been parked next to an busted Prius… and well, this happened to be the result.

And the consequences… well, they were usually hard to reverse.

"He's probably getting back within the hour. Try to do something." The loud horn of the smallest hybrid sounded as it drove itself across the yard to its… well, mother. "Or at least hide the dratted things in the barn…"

I got up, snorting all the way as I made my way in the house. I was immediately assaulted by the smell of homemade biscuits and at the loud rumble of my stomach, made an immediate detour in the direction of the kitchen. Home, sweet home. It may not be where I live but I have roots firmly planted here. And I will never let that go without a fight…

I had just reached for one off of the nearest cooling plate when my hand was soundly smacked. Cold busted…

"Oh, no you don't, Sam." Ellen grinned at me before moving the plate out of arm's reach. "Those are for dinner. And don't even think about flashing those puppy eyes at me. You know that they never work on me…"

I know that I said before that I was surprised when Jo and Adam got together. Well, I was downright stunned when Bobby and Ellen got together. They danced around the issue for nearly three years, driving me and Dean completely up the wall but had eventually settled down the year before the twins were born. At first glance, they seemed completely compatible but sometimes, even the most compatible people had their issues…

Trust me, I would know that first hand…

I was startled out of my thought at the feel of Ellen's soft, yet strong hands against my own. There was a loud bang from up above my head and I frowned, staring at Ellen with questioning eyes. "What's going on?

"You might want to go upstairs. That's all I need to say."

I frowned once again and gingerly made my way up the back staircase, carefully stepping past the toys, books and other items strewn gingerly all over the floor. I had just made it to the end of the hallways, when there was another loud thump and what I could have sworn was a hurricane blowing through one of the rooms. Not again…

With a sigh, I shoved open the door and came across what, by most normal people's standards, a sign that they were going completely and utterly mental. Right there, just sitting in the large poster bed in the middle of the room, nose completely stuck in a book and completely oblivious to the tornado that he was subconsciously projecting, was my son.

" Cas!"

"Cas!"

Either he was completely ignoring me or he was honestly and truly in his own little world, because the "storm" of sorts abruptly grew stronger and split into four, separate mini-whirlwinds blasting in opposite directions of the room before intercepting each other on their path of destruction and combining again before repeating the process again. None of the storms came particularly close to me so I was content, just watching as the storms tore through the room, gathering books, toys, and other objects in their path, making the room shudder, and the windows shake in their panels. It was only when I saw the flashes of lightning in one of the larger whirlwinds that I knew that I had to interfere; that was usually a danger sign of an imminent Cas meltdown.

"Castiel Phoenix Winchester!"

When that didn't draw a response, I knew that I had to bring out the big guns. Honestly, I completely hated doing so; my latent abilities and Castiel's more dominate ones always didn't mix in the most compatible of ways. I will never forget the time that me and Dean were trying to wrangle him into a bath when he couldn't have been more than one or two. He didn't want to go, howling, kicking and screaming the entire way there. We had just dumped him into the tub and my hands were under the bubbles and on the bottom of the bathtub, searching for the rubber ducky that he had just launched into a fit about. Next thing I knew, I saw some type of blue, lightning-bolt flash through a hole in the bubbles and straight into me. Horrible, horrible pain engulfed me and I got blasted across the room, seizing: the victim of electrocution by my errant son.

Dean had dived after Cas to make sure he didn't topple into the water. After he had taken care of him, he had come back to me. Even after I had stopped seizing, I was still out cold. It took three days for me to regain consciousness.

We had both learned since then not to piss little Castiel off. It was always best to tread cautiously with him.

Sighing wearily under my breath, I held up my hands, palms out, closed my eyes, and concentrated. There was a loud hum in the air, a crackling sensation rolled down my arms, and then I could hear the small thumps of things crashing onto the ground, and then the loud groan of Cas, himself, yelping in pain. Cracking my eyes opened, I hoped and prayed that I didn't go too far. Nope, I didn't. The fading purple glow of leftover psychic energy clung to Castiel's skin as he sat there on the floor, where I was must have accidently moved him, rubbing his head. He looked over at me with a look of complete frustration as he did; his curiously mixed grass green- hazel eyes practically whirling in their depths.

"Dad!What did I do!?"

Raising an eyebrow, I gestured at all of the debris scatted around the room before stepping, hesitantly, further into the room. "What do you mean, what did you do? You practically destroyed this room. This isn't your house, Cas. What is going on with you?"

He frowned and then gazed around the room, thoughtfully before looking back at me. "Nothing." he said, with a slight pout in his voice. I could tell immediately tell that something was up.

"You want to try that again?"

Heaving a angry sign before climbing to his feet, he crossed his hands over his chest and threw himself back on the bed before angrily blurting out, " How come Abby and Seb can use their powers outside and I can't! They're always outside, having fun and getting into stuff, and I always have to stay in the house, keeping calm and making sure that I don't accidently destroy something." The freckles that he had inherited from the Campbell side of the family stood out in stark relief as he worked himself up into an annoyed fit. "I was just talking to Sebastian about how much trouble they were going to be in…"

"So you already know the ins and outs of their little misadventure. Thanks to Abby, the Impala is now a mother. Isn't that dandy?" I muttered sarcastically.

"It's so not fair. I bet they won't get -." Cas stopped in his tracks, mouth hanging open in disbelief. "She did what?"

"Let's just say she got into something she wasn't supposed to." I sat down next to my son, giving him a thoughtful look. "We have told you a million times that your abilities are different than theirs. It's entirely too easy to get yourself worked up, even if it is just happy emotions, hereby causing something to go wrong. And don't forget neither one of us have you on house lockdown. You put yourself there after you accidently 'suggested' that Ms. Missouri's elderly dog eat cat food, get high off catnip, and get itself stuck in the highest tree it could find. All because you were tired of the dog being overly affectionate; just like the pesky black stray cat around out neighborhood that you can't stand."

Cas flushed, guiltily, at the memory. "But-."

" No buts, Cas. We are your parents and know what is best for you. I'm sure that as you get older, you'll gain more control. But for now, we just can't take that chance of anything happening to you. You'll understand as you get older." Cas's eyes flashed angrily as I muttered those words and I held up a hand, before he could start complaining again. "Look on the bright side; at least you're not grounded for the foreseeable part of the summer. You know as well as I do that your Uncle Adam is a way worse taskmaster than I could ever be."

Chuckling lightly, a soft smile crossed over his face. "You're right, Dad. I'm guess I'm just in a bad mood. "

I nodded and hugged him close, pressing a soft kiss against the top of his head, the thick, numerous, natural black tips that adorned his entire head of blond hair tickling me in the face as I did so. "Well, your bad mood has caused you to be grounded for the next week. " I could feel him stiffen and I barely bit back a chuckle. It was amazing how children thought that they could get away with murder. I don't even think me or Dean were this bad as children. "You know your grandaunt doesn't see that you that often and therefore has no natural defenses against your abilities. If she didn't hear the thumping and just came walking into the room, you could have seriously hurt her. Those are the consequences that you have to think about."

Cas pulled away, looking up at me with shiny eyes. He adored Ellen; it would have completely crushed him if he had seriously hurt her by accident. "I'm sorry, Dad. I haven't really thought about that."

"Well, just keep it in mind for further reference." I stood up and rubbed a hand through his hair. "Straighten out this room. No abilities. Do I make myself clear?"

He ducked his head down, knowing that I meant business. "Yes, Dad. I am really, really sorry."

I nodded and walked out of the room. As soon as the door shut behind me, an overwhelming sense of exhaustion washed over me. That was a side effect, albeit mild, of me using my abilities against Cas. As long as we were still in the same room with each other after the exchange of power, I generally suffered no ill effect. Dean's theory was that usually Cas didn't mean any ill effect toward me and therefore, used his own subconscious abilities to keep me going in a way. But as soon as we were separated, even if it was something as insignificant as a door or a wall, I crashed into utter exhaustion, both mentally and physically. It took a lot of power to compete against someone of Cas's strength and obviously, even though I was hardly an old man, I couldn't quite handle it.

Feeling the hallway begin to start spinning around my head, I stumbled around the corner to my temporary bedroom. As crappy as I felt, I knew I would be out for quite a while.

Collapsing into the bed, my only thought was… Castiel would be proud of his namesake.