Sam has made himself comfortable at the dining room table downstairs. He is sipping a mug of coffee, as his eyes are glued to his laptop screen. He almost forgets he isn't in his own house.

Cas comes down softly bobbing his arms and humming to the sleepy newborn he is cradling. He is always the first one to rise, getting the coffee machine up and running, whilst Dean awakens naturally.

On the average day Cas is sure to give Jemima the first feed of the day, and generally Dean comes down just in time to take over and wind her, giving Cas a chance to grab a coffee for himself.

But not today.

Cas is irritated but not necessarily shocked to find the other Winchester brother settled in their dining room. His singing stops immediately, and the smile on his face vanishes right away.

"WHAT are you still doing here?" he hisses, through gritted teeth.

Cas tries to keep the volume to a minimum, to not only keep the baby calm, but he doesn't want to startle Dean upstairs. In some sort of delayed reaction to Sam's prescence, Cas suddenly repositions Jemima to perch on his side. He cradles her head, making sure Sam cant see her – almost like he doesn't deserve to see her face.

"what's with the name?" Sam wonders, but still refuses to take his eyes away from his laptop screen, unphased by the angel's anger.

"I asked you a question," Castiel persists. "and you better have a good reason. Dean will be down any second, and he is not going to be happy to see you again."

"believe me," Sam responds with immense attitude, as he begins to type away, "I would not be here unless it was absolutely necessary."

Cas huffs and walks around the table, heading towards the coffee machine. He makes a point of barging past Sam as he goes. He warms some milk in the microwave for the baby, as he briefly smiles down at her.

"well of course," Cas continues to sarcastically argue with Sam, as he begins to make his and Dean's morning coffee. "you wouldn't want to be around Dean and I for too long, in case you catch something(!)"

"Cas, please!" Sam doesn't know whether he is annoyed with the constant bickering between the three of them, annoyed at the fact that no-one seems to be understanding how urgent things are, or just annoyed that most of what Cas is saying is right.

Dean emerges from the hallway, stretching and yawning, as his eyes are barely open. But his sleepiness and morning bed-head face is quickly wiped off when he sees that his brother has returned – if he even left last night.

"I told you to leave," he orders, suddenly standing bolt upright, asserting his authority.

"Dean," Sam begins to beg again, "just hear me out."

Dean walks around the table, heading towards his family on the other side of the room. He kisses Jemima in the forehead, smiling at her with pride, as always.

"why on Earth would I do that?"

Cas hands his husband a large mug of coffee with a smile, before receiving a little thankyou kiss on his cheek. Again, Sam makes a very obvious point of looking away from this. A brave move for someone who is here because he wants help.

Dean notices this of course and grunts in anger, as he walks right up to his brother.

"I owe you nothing!" he hisses, as he points in Sam's face.

Unphased by even his brother's threats, Sam still tries to reason with him. "My family are in danger, Dean!"

"and?" Cas shrugs, as he begins to feed Jemima her bottle.

Sam rolls his eyes at Cas, and turns his whole body around to face directly at Dean.

"You're the best hunter I know," Sam insists. "I need your help. You're still my brother; please."

But Dean just ignores Sam, and Castiel does the same. Sam has hardly earned any respect from the couple in the last 12 hours, let alone in the past few years. You'd think he would try a bit harder, seeing as he is so adamant he needs their help.

With the couple still showing no sign of mercy, Sam gets desperate.

"Poughkeepsie!" he states, hoping his brother will now recognise the urgency of the situation.

Dean finds himself naturally standing to attention. But he forces himself out of it – he's not a hunter anymore.

"nice try," Dean coyly smiles. "That means nothing to me; we are no longer brothers."

Dean's anger is now bubbling up pretty quick, as he towers himself over Sam at the table, shouting at him.

"Brothers respect one another – and they do not roll their eyes at their in laws! Now, I wont tell you again. GET. OUT. OF OUR. HOUSE!"

Sam matches his behaviour, his rage being fuelled too, but from a different source. His brother needs to know the truth, and he needs to know it now.

"It's Azazel!" Sam shouts in Dean's face. "He's back."

Dean freezes. He doesn't know whether to cry, scream, or punch the wall. He isn't scared for Sam and his wife; he is scared for Cas. And for their daughter. Poor little Jemima. A silent tear begins to form in his eye.

"Dean?" Cas reassures him, placing a hand on his shoulder from behind. "it's okay, we're okay."

Dean doesn't really respond. He doesn't lash out, he doesn't shout, he just… stands there, desperately trying to control his suddenly rapid breathing.

"he told you to leave," Cas reinforces Dean's words to his brother-in-law.

"I'm sorry, Dean," Sam has calmed himself down a little now, but apparently still liked to make a point of ignoring Castiel. "It is true, though. I don't know how, but he is back. And before you ask, it really is him. He has… he tried to take John, my son…"

"your what?"

That was a big enough piece of news to bring Dean out of his shock.

"what?" Sam's attitude is back within an instant. "you're the only one allowed to start a family?"

"you might want to cut the arrogance if you want our help," Castiel butts in, making a valid point.

"I was asking for Dean's help," Sam finally faces Cas, "not yours."

"and that is exactly the problem," Dean almost laughs at himself, in disbelief. "You know, I almost thought about it there for a second. But even now, you have the balls to disrespect my family!"

"what? Someone has got to stay home with the kid, surely?" Sam tries to force reason into his apparent personal hatred towards Castiel.

"You haven't changed at all," Dean scoffs.

"Whatever, Dean," Sam finally gives up his fight. "You don't want to listen to me? That's fine. But your daughter is the one in danger here. Just thought you'd want to know."

Sam swipes his laptop, shaking his head. He is annoyed at himself for not being able to help protect Dean and his daughter. And now he is going to have to go back to his family and figure out a way through this. Alone.

Dean and his family are left stood in silence, reeling from the news. Cas stands in shock, hearing Sam's warning play over and over again in his head. Dean kisses Jemima on the head, and hugs himself into Cas, protectively.