Dean watched Castiel for a moment, struggling with his fork and knife, before taking his plate and cutting the pancakes himself. Sam pretended to be doing research on his laptop, but was really watching discreetly and smiling to himself. When Cas started stabbing at his pancakes with a fork grasped in his fist, Dean took up his own utensils and slathered his pancakes with butter and syrup. Castiel watched him, then switched the way he was holding his fork to mirror Dean. For a moment, Sam broke his cover to look up at them and chuckle. "Aw, how cute. And I thought you weren't father material?"

"Shut up," Dean growled before stuffing his face full of pancake.

"Yeah, shut up," Cas repeated and giggled.

Sam raised an eyebrow and Dean grinned annoyingly, ruffling Cas' hair with affection. "Keep this up and you're going to be awesome when you grow up, kid."

"He's already grown up, Dean. This isn't just any five year old kid, this is a millennia old angel!" Sam frowned at him. "Don't get too used to this, because the first chance we get to change him back, we're taking it."

"You think I don't know that? I'm just rolling with the punches; that's all. That's the best we can do until we call Gabriel, isn't it?" Dean insisted, drawing Cas' attention.

"Gabe? You're calling Gabe? Can I talk to him?" he asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah, we are. Not right now though," he continued while fending off Cas' grabby hands, pulling his cellphone out of the youngster's grip. "And not literally calling, I don't think he has a phone; we're going to summon him and get you changed back."

Reluctantly, Castiel let go of the phone. "Gabe won't do that. He said it's important."

"What exactly is important, Cas? You being a kid?" Sam glanced down, easily seeing the baby angel over the screen of his laptop.

"Yeah, he said… Uh… something about the thing we're hunting? I think…" Cas muttered, shoving some bacon into his mouth and blushing from embarrassment.

"Wait; did he say exactly what it is we're hunting?" Sam leaned forward and clasped his hands on the table.

"No. But he did say a kid could help. I dunno…" Cas got quiet, clearly uncomfortable with all the questions and not knowing the answers to them.

Dean caught on to Cas' distress and cut in. "Woah, slow down there, Sammy! Even if he is a millennia old angel usually, right now he's just a human kid, so take it easy."

"You never took it easy on me, even when I was his age," he snapped, suddenly bitter toward Dean's brotherly attitude for the kid.

His brother's words stopped Dean in his tracks, and all he could do was stare at him for a moment before shaking his head. "Sam, I… I'm sorry, but-"

"Forget it." Sam slumped back. "It was stupid; I know you were just trying to make me a good little hunter like Dad did for you."

"Sam-"

"Forget I said anything." He held up a hand to stop his brother before he said something that would just make the atmosphere tenser than it already was.

Quickly, he continued, "But get this, I think I found a lead. This summer camp, a church camp called Activate, is believed to be haunted. That's the story, anyway. I did some digging and found this article about how a little girl supposedly spoke to the devil before drowning herself in the lake. The camp was shut down for two years after that incident, but reopened when a Catholic school bought it."

Dean sat back and watched Castiel, who had been pretending to not notice the argument, just like Dean had done when Mary was still alive. "Any haunting?"

"Well, it was nine years ago when the girl drowned. After the Catholic school took over, someone's drowned once every year in the lake." Sam scoffed and muttered, "You would think the parents would stop sending their kids to a camp where seven people have died, but it just seems to increase the appeal."

"Where is it?"

"About a mile outside of town, but there's a course going on right now. Ages nine to fifteen. We can't exactly just waltz in guns a-blazing with kids running around, can we?"

"I don't see why not; we've done worse. They'll go home, get some therapy, and end up better than ever."

"Whatever you say, Dean. Let's go check it out after we're done eating. At least Cas can pretend to be our nephew or something that we're dropping off."

A dirty smile crossed Dean's face. "Do you think there'll be a camp nurse there?"

"Dean, we aren't here to pick up women. This is a camp for children, not for perverted men. If you're going to sleep with someone, go to a bar tonight after Cas is asleep, then go to her place." With a quick glance out of the corner of his eyes, Sam gave Dean the 'look'.

"I thought we were going to summon Gabriel to change Cas back after breakfast."

Sam shrugged and took a sip of coffee. "If what Cas said is true, then there's no point in it. Gabe clearly changed him for a reason, and for once it seems he actually wants to help us. Gabriel has blessed us with this case, so I say we work it and not look a gift horse in the mouth."

Dean shook his head and grumbled, "I don't know how they tie together, but he's just trying to get us to play our parts. Maybe he thinks being nice will help convince us to go along with the 'divine plans' Heaven has for us."

"Let's hope he's not too confident in that plan."

With a nod, Dean showed his agreement, then unwrapped a wet nap for Cas' sticky face and hands. Castiel giggled when Dean wiped the syrup off for him and climbed into Dean's lap to snuggle into his chest.