"How could you, Gabriel?"

"I did warn you, Dean-o."

"Like Hell you did."

"I told you something bad was going to happen to Riley."

"You told me she wasn't as innocent as we thought she was. So much of a warning."

"I couldn't stop her destiny."

"You could have told us, at least. I swear, Gabe, if you weren't married to my baby brother I would kill you."

"Good luck trying to kill an archangel."

"If Riley is hurt in anyway or if anything happens to my family you are going to wish I had killed you."

"Just don't tell Riley. Let her find out on her own."

"I have to tell her. I can't keep secrets. I can't."

"All that would do is make things worse."

"You're an ass, you know that?"

Lexi heard the flutter of angel wings and then silence. That's when she decided to knock on the door. "Dad?"

She opened the door. Dean sitting on the middle of the bed, cross legged with his head in his hands. He had heard the door open. His head shot up. "Lexi, go to your room. I'm not fighting with you anymore."

"No, Dad. I wanted to apologize for acting like a spoiled brat. I forgot that is still bad things in the real world not just the supernatural part."

"Riley told you."

"Yeah, she did. I know you're just trying you best to give us a normal life."

"Like having one dad an angel and one being…well me is 'normal'." Dean smirked.

"Normal enough."

Dean smiled. "You know I love you, right? I just want what's best for you. I didn't mean to scare you by throwing that plate."

"You scared all of us by throwing that plate. The plate like exploded. I forgot how strong you are, Dad."

"I haven't hunted in a very long time. I'm not as strong as I used to be."

"I bet you dollars for donuts you could pick up Uncle Sam and carry him on your back from Grandpa Bobby's salvage yard to the end of Uncle Gabe's and Sam's house."

"That's an over-statement. I'm sorry I blew up, sweetheart."

"It's ok, you were stressed or still are stressed."

Lexi walked off and downstairs. Dean was shortly behind. The doorbell rang and Dean walked to the door.

Sheriff Jodie Mills stood there with her son, Own Mills behind her.

"Sheriff?"

"Dean, we have known each other long enough, call me Jodie."

"Alright, Jodie. I don't think it's a good idea to bring that insect anywhere near me."

"That's my son you are talking about, but I brought him here to talk to Riley."

"You really think I will let that boy go anywhere near my daughter?"

"Dean, it's just 20 minutes. I'll be waiting out here. You can hover over him. I'm not happy about this either. He's lucky I didn't kill him. Don't kill him."

Jodie pushed Owen and he slowly walked into the house. "Where's Riley?"

"Not here." Dean replied as he shut the door.

"But my mom dragged me out of jail just so I could talk to Riley about what happened, then I go back. Where is she?"

"I talk to the sheriff. Let's just call this closure." Dean said as his fist slammed into Owens face.

Owen feel to the ground. Dean grabbed him by his shirts and threw punch after punch.

Most of Owens face was bleeding and swollen. "My mom told you not to kill me."

"I'm not, but you're going to wish you were when I'm done with you." Dean threw another punch and picked him up and slammed him into a wall.

"Please, stop. I've learned my lesson. I'm sorry. I won't hurt Riley. I fucked up, I'm sorry."

Dean stopped for a moment and stared at him. Dean slammed his fist in the wall right beside Owen's face. "You think I'm trying to teach you a fucking lesson? You hurt my daughter I should kill you. The only reason you're still alive is because I promised you mom I wouldn't and I want you to suffer."

Cas appeared in the room. "Dean, that's enough."

Dean let go. Owen fell to the ground. Jodie opened the door. "Are you done using my son as a punching bag?"

"Yeah, Thanks Jodie; If the other police officers say anything—"

"I know, Dean, he was mugged. Have a good day." Jodie said helping her son up and out the door.

Cas and Dean walked into the living room where Lexi, Alex and Riley were sitting on the couch staring at their Dads. Riley looked relieved but Alex and Lexi sat in confusion and slightly scared way.

"Thanks, Dad."

"It was nothing, I'm glad to do it."

"Why did you beat up that dude in our house, Dad?" Alex asked.

Dean didn't say anything. He just looked at Cas. "Alex, it was none of your concern. Everything is ok, Dad just had to teach that boy a lesson."

"We have ears, Dad. We heard what you were saying. We heard that you said you wanted him to suffer." Alex replied.

Cas knew that Dean was going into a dark place. He had to watch over Dean for a few days. Cas stayed beside Dean. Dean walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass and the liquor. "Dean…"

"What, Cas? Are you going to be telling about drinking? Go ahead, babe."

"No. Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, hon."

Cas realized that Dean had only been using his left hand. He kept his right hand down at his side. Cas walked over to Dean and went to grab Dean's hand. He flinched and moved his hand away. "No. I need to feel this."

"There is no reason for you to be feeling any pain. You hand is broken and bleeding. Let me heal you."

"No, I just beat up a 17 year old boy while three of my kids could hear everything."

"Dean, I don't want you to go back to that dark place again. I don't want you to turn into Hell torturer."

"I'm not, Cas. I'm fine. I just want to feel a little pain for a few minutes."

Cas went to take Dean's hand again.

"If you heal my hand, Cas, I will just break it again."

"Listen to yourself, baby."

Dean just stared at Cas. Cas touched Dean hand and healed him. "Cas, I know you are looking out for me and I love you for that. I'm doing fine. I am just feeling a little guilty."

Cas grabbed Dean's shoulders. "I don't want you to go back to that dark place again from when you came back from Hell. Tell me you will take care of yourself?"

Dean just smiled and crashed his lips into Cas's. Cas couldn't help but smile. "Do you want to take this upstairs?"

"Dean, all the kids are here."

"So, come on, baby. It's been months."

"I know, but the child have always been with us."

"Come on, I need you."

Dean wrapped his arms around Cas's waist. He pulled Cas in close. He kissed his lover. "Get a room, you two." They heard behind them.

They both moved away from each other and saw Riley standing in the doorway to the kitchen. "Hey, this is my house. This is my "room"."

"Uncle Sam is on the phone. He wants to talk to you, Dad."

Dean walked over to Riley and grabbed the phone from here.

"Sam?"

"Get over to my house now."

"Whoa, whoa, Sammy? Are you ok?"

"No, I'm not ok. Get your ass over here."

"Why does your voice sound funny?"

"Get over here, please! I will explain when you get here."

"Fine." Dean hung up.

"What did Sam want?" Cas asked.

"He wanted me to get my ass over to his house."

"Alright, get over there. I still be here when you get back."

Dean smiled and then kissed his husband again. "I won't be too long."

"You guys are going to make me puke." Riley joked.

Dean laughed and walked out of the house and over to Sam house. He knocked on the door. "It's open!" Sam yelled.

Dean opened the door and saw what Sam was talking about.