A/N: Okay, chapter 2, cute and a little sad. Please review to tell me my mistakes or suggestions.

Enjoy:

They studied up on witches curses for weeks but all they were able to find was one solution. Kill said witch. This was going to take longer than they anticipated since she got away.

When Sam went out to the store he couldn't believe he found it. A blue tee, Dean's size, with the words "I WUV HUGS" written out on a smiling teddybear's stomach. Dean would kill him for even thinking of buying it, but that would be later... hopefully not too much later.

It was weird at the bunker nowadays. The usual sulky air his brother emmited when he was upset was gone. Replaced by shrill shreaks of laughter and occasionally cries.

For the time being, Dean slept in Sam's bed. The child scooted towards his brother and huged his arm. He demanded a story, everynight. It was exhausting.

"Story, Sammy." he pulled on his brother's sleave.

"Okay..." He tried to think of a good one, he was running low on material with happy endings. "Once upon a time there was a evil man called the trickster..." He trailed on to tell the story of the archangel Gabriel who started out evil, and ended being a useful ally and friend (omitting obvious occurrences of course). Dean liked it when he was one of the hero's in the story, and he especially liked it when they were commical, mainly to Sam's expense.

Sam didn't even get through the event of them coming across a sewer-gator when he heard soft snoring coming from his side. THANK GOD. Sam thought. He was so tired. As soon as the Winchester closed his eyes he was out. Only to be sturred awake at three a.m. by the sound of a loud crash somewhere off in the spanse of the bunker.

Looking over to his side, he saw that his brother was gone.

"Dean?" He called, flailing out from the covers and sprinting down to where the sound came from.

The toddler was crying on the floor. Sam turned on the light to see that one of the odd apliances had been knocked over, apparently Dean had run into it in the dark.

"Al-stare." He wimpered through his tears. "Tell Cas-s, don't...let em-m... get me-e-e." he sniffled. Oh, he had a nightmare. "I try-y find him-m." He explained.

He wanted to help him but didn't want to just hand over a snotty, crying, baby to Cas. He remembered back when they found that poor shifter baby, what his brother had done to get him to stop crying. He picked up his Dean and began bouncing him as he had done, humming the tune of Smoke On The Water as he did so.

Dean calmed and sniffled onto Sam's shoulder. "Want Cas." He mummbled.

"Whats going on?" Ah, just who they were looking for. Castiel walked bleary eyed into the room followed shortly by Kevin, who really looked worse for ware.

"Dean had a nightmare... um... remembering H-E-L-L." Cas nodded. "He was looking for you."

"Come here." He said and Sam duly handed the child over.

"Can't let em get me, Cas." He squeezed him around he neck.

"No one is going to hurt you Dean." He rubbed Dean's back and the child calmed slightly.

"Don't wanna sleep."

And that's how Castiel ended up staying awake for three hours in the middle of the night, comforting his best friend. When the rest of the household awoke well after sunrise, the two were still sitting, if you could call it that, in the chair by the table.

Cas was sprawled out on the chair, his neck crooked in a position that could not have been comfortable. Dean curled up like a cat on his lap.

Sam tapped Cas gently on the shoulder and he stirred. "We're gonna get him a crib." He said to the bleary-eyed man. Sam picked up his brother who was still sleeping soundly. Cas rose soon after and winced at the stiffness of his joints.

He nods. "Good."