Sam was no short of a miracle in the Winchester family. Their mom should not have gotten pregnant with him, but everyone was thrilled when she announced that she was. Dean had been excited about it, but was also confused on how there sibling relationship would work out. He didn't live with them and only came home once a week for a dinner. His mother told him not to worry about it. It was hard for him not to because he didn't want his only brother to not even know who he was. His mothers death shortly after Sam's birth made sure that Dean was an actual presence in the boys life. His dad still needed to work, so Dean was in charge of picking him up from the baby-sitter and feeding him until his dad got home. It was a nice routine that offered the two brothers to bond, and for Sam to smile up at him and coo.
Then his father passed away a few years later. Sam was only three. The only memories the kid has of their old man is his dad drinking himself to sleep and being forgotten at the baby sitter because John couldn't pick up the phone to ask Dean to go pick him up. Dean was pissed when he found out that his dad had forgotten about his brother at the baby-sitter again. It was to the point where the baby-sitter had his number on speed dial. After apologizing to her profusely with promises of paying her extra for feeding him dinner, he buckled Sam into his car seat in the back seat of his Chevy Impala. He could tell that Sam had been upset earlier, his cheeks red with dried tear stains. When Dean pulled up to his childhood home, he took his little brother out of his car seat and carried him up the driveway and to the front door. He slid his key in and unlocked the door. Sam's face was nestled in his neck, relaxed and content.
Dean went inside and saw an image that would be burned into his mind for the rest of his life. His father laying on the floor of their living room, his revolver in his limp fingers, and the blood. So much blood. Dean's hand wrapped around the back of Sam's head and rushed out of the door. Sam didn't need to see that. Once they were in the safety of outside, Dean pulled his phone out from his pocket and called 9-1-1 explaining the situation he just walked in on. He then called Castiel on the verge of a panic attack because their dad was dead! He shot himself in the head, Cas! The selfish bastard! Castiel's calm and reaffirming voice told him he would be over in a couple minutes and to hang on, Dean.
He sat on the front step, Same in his lap looking at him with confused eyes. "Where's Daddy?" He asked. Dean gave Sam a sad smile, "He's not here buddy." Sam looked at him, not understanding, "I want Daddy, Dean," he said. Dean pulled the boy into his chest and hugged him, "Me too, kid."
Castiel arrived shortly after the police and paramedics. The familiar sight was a sight for sore eyes. Dean needed to talk to the police about the situation, but he didn't want to discuss it in front of his brother in case he understood any of what he said. Castiel took Sam from him without a word and Dean made his way to the police officer inside the house. Dean explained everything, choking the sobs down. The officer took mercy on him and let him be. The older brother ran up the stairs to grab some clothes and for Sam. He picked up the kids favorite stuffed animal and pillow, throwing it all in a bag. He needed to get Sam pack to his apartment for the night.
Walking back outside, he could see Castiel carding his fingers through Sam's hair. When he reached them he could see Sam's eyes closed and sleeping peacefully on Castiel's chest. Dean gave a small smile, "Do you mind taking him back to our place? I need to stay here for a bit longer." Castiel nodded, "Of course Dean. I'll see you when you get home." Dean smiled a smile of thanks and leaned in, kissing Castiel's chapped lips, "I love you." Castiel returned the sentiment. Both men went to Castiel's car, Castiel putting Sam in his car seat and Dean placing Sam's bag and pillow in the passenger seat. With another hug, Dean watched Castiel pull away from the curb before going back to the house.
Dean knew his dad was upset. Hell, he was upset when his mother died, but that didn't give the guy the right to put a bullet through his brains because he still had a son who needed him. "Selfish bastard," he muttered. He ran his fingers through his hair. His dad was in a body bag and being loaded up in a van. He looked away in disgust, anger, and continued on his way into the house. He looked at the blood that miraculously was just on the rug and couch. "Jesus dad," the older brother groaned. Dean proceeded to move the coffee table and couch, rolling up the blood soaked rug. Beneath the rug, a light pink stained the hardwood floors. He pulled out his phone and searched for the best way to clean up the floors, remembering something about bleach not being good for hardwood flooring.
After looking up a couple sites, the ingredients he had, but it would be tedious. He stood up and began to gather paper towels, a towel, backing soda, vinegar, a bucket full of cool water, and a mop. He began to work, rolling up his sleeves and determined to remove the stain from the floors. A couple hours later of persistent cleaning, the stain looked to be fully purged of the blood. He tossed out the rug and moved the couch out of the living room, looking around the room and cleaning up tiny blood splatters with a cloth dipped in a diluted water-bleach mixture. With the blood clean up and the room sanitized, he figured he should move around the furniture in the living room to make it look decent and comfortable.
The house was locked up close to midnight. Dean drove him, upset and his stomach churning from the events that occurred. Sam was going to grow up without his mother and father. No kid should have to lose both his parents in the beginning years of their lives. A few minutes later he reached Castiel and his apartment and parked next to his boyfriends car. He got out and slammed the door shut, locking it by hand. He made his way through the outdoor section to the door entering the complex and making his way down the hallway to the elevator. The short ride up to the top floor seemed like forever. When the doors finally opened, he stepped out and went down the hallway to their apartment toward the middle of the hallway. He unlocked it and flicked on the kitchen lights to see.
His eyes were met with a figure sitting on the couch. He approached him, sitting down beside him. "Wake up, Cas," Dean whispered softly, taking the males hand in his own. Castiel's eyelids fluttered open revealing the always intense and piercing blue eyes that gave sapphires a run for their money. "Hey babe," Dean murmured softly. Castiel smiled, leaning into him for a hug. Dean wrapped his arms around the man, "Sammy in our room?" He asked.
"Yeah, I put him to sleep after helping him change." Castiel explain.
"Yeah, okay, good." Dean breather out.
"Are you okay, Dean?" Castiel asked.
"No. I'm not really upset at the fact that dad's dead but that he shot himself and left Sam behind."
"That is understandable."
"I don't know how I'm going to tell Sammy, Cas."
"We will tell him what we told him about your mom. We'll just say that he's with her again happy and watching over him."
"You're seriously the best," Dean sighed, kissing Castiel's temple.
"Let's change and go to bed, I'm sure Sam will like the company after today," Castiel said gently.
"Yeah, let's go," Dean said, standing up and taking Castiel's hand. He flicked off the kitchen's light after discarding his keys. They entered their room to see Sammy curled up with his moose stuffed animal in the middle of the bed. The two men changed quietly before slipping underneath the covers on their respective sides. Dean ran his fingers through Sam's hair, staring at his brothers closed eyes and innocent face. He doesn't deserve this.
As if sensing his older brothers presence, Sam curled in closer to Dean. Dean wrapped his arm around him protectively, looking at Castiel from where he was. Castiel placed a comforting hand on Dean's. Dean turned it so he was squeezing it, and they were both fast asleep nestled in the comfort and security of their room with an innocent and precious life in between them.
