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Dean wiped Alfie's nose as he scurried down his neighborhood street. The infant's bawling had lessened to intermittent sobs. The teenager unlocked the front door with a key. He lightly kicked it open. Sam and Adam were in the middle of their homework. The six year old was the first to see his oldest brother carrying a baby.

"Who's that?" Adam inquired. He walked over to Dean, who smoothed the back of Alfie's head.

"Is dad here?" Dean didn't wait for a response.

Sam threw a led pencil over his geography workbook. He got up on his feet. He jogged behind Dean, who was already in the kitchen.

John was removing baked meat lasagna from the stove. The sound of a baby infant sobbing drew his attention. He pulled oven mitts from his hands and tossed them on the counter. Dean bounced a child that appeared to be about two years old in his arms.

"What's going on here, son?"

"Dad, someone from school needs help. He's in a lot of trouble." Dean sat on a kitchen chair with Alfie in his lap.

"Start from the beginning, son" John listened attentively to every word emitted from his first born's mouth. The wheels in his head were already turning out different alternatives to the situation. He took Alfie in his arms. "The boy has a fever."

Dean stood up and fetched something from his jacket pocket. "I bought some baby Tylenol for Alfie after Cas was taken away."

"You did the right thing, Dean. I know exactly the two people, who will help Castiel and Alfie. Give the baby a teaspoon of Tylenol and put him down for a nap. I need to make a couple of calls."

Dean nodded. He fed Alfie the medicine which wasn't an easy thing to do. Ten minutes later, he vacated the kitchen and went upstairs. His younger brothers followed him. He repeated the same story to the two of them of how he ended caring for the infant. He laid him on the center of his full size bed.

"He's really cute," Adam said as Alfie grabbed his fingers to play with. At least he ceased crying.

John entered Dean's bedroom half an hour later. "Castiel will spend the night in jail but God is looking out for him. Judge Miller and I agreed on the perfect candidate to be a foster parent for him and Alfie. The person has agreed."

"Who is it, dad?" Dean asked. He wished fervently for the two orphans to end up with someone caring.

"You'll see. We should head over to their place. The place has baby stuff. We just need to help the foster parent assemble the crib and clear stuff from the attic."

Dean carried Alfie down the stairs. "Hear that, kiddo...you and Castiel are safe now." He kissed the infant's pudgy cheek.

Rattling of the bars in the holding cell woke Castiel up for a restless slumber. "Rise and shine, sweet cheeks!" A beefy guard yelled from outside the cell. "You've got a visitor."

Cas sat up and stretched his arms. Since he was a minor he was held alone in the cell. The springs from the twin mattress dug into his back the entire time he laid down. His mouth tasted like a sweaty sock. He wiped grime from his eyes.

Castiel rose on his feet, when his eyes landed on Dean. The green eyed teen held the bars. Cas walked over to stand face to face with the Winchester. "Is Alfie alright?" Castiel was fidgety.

Dean couldn't look him in the eye. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "Dean, what's going on?"

Dean cleared his throat. "I don't know how to say this."

"No, please. He wasn't taken away. Was he?" Tears swam in Castiel's large baby blues.

"I'm sorry. A social worker came and took him. She says there are two couples, who are at the top of the Lawrence adoption list. They're scheduled to meet with Alfie today."

"You promised you'd take care of him!" Castiel held on tight to the bars. His knuckles turned white.

"He's better off without you, Castiel. You're a loser. You can't take care of yourself and expect to be Alfie's caretaker?" Dean laughed. "Get real"

Castiel's mouth remained open. Dean's harsh words really stung. The tawny haired teen was enjoying Cas' pain. He gave his back to Castiel but returned to stare at him. "By the way, you are being sent to Juvenile Detention. That's where lowlifes like you end up at."

"Dean, how could you?" Castiel became angry. Dean turned to go. "Fuck you, Winchester! Fuck your Holy Roller virgin ass! You hear me, Fuck You!" He rattled the bars. He heard cackling coming from the end of the hallway. The inmate being held across from his cell screamed for Cas to shut up with very descriptive adjectives.

Castiel slipped to the floor. He cried his heart out. Now he was really alone and he had no one else to blame but himself. His body began to shake. "Hey wake up, kid!"

Novak slowly opened his eyes. He covered his eyes to protect them from the sunlight which seeped through a small window situated directly across from the flimsy mattress he slept on. Castiel sat up.

"You're being released to your foster father's custody."

"Foster father?"

"Yeah, you're one lucky son of a bitch. Pastor Winchester called Judge Miller last night and the two of them arranged for Bobby Singer to become your foster father."

Castiel blinked. What about Alfie? He had to find out what happened to his baby brother. He followed the guard outside. Cas' heart felt as if it was about to explode out of his chest. The guard led him to Mr. Singer. Castiel had seen him around school since the man taught auto shop. He couldn't believe the flannel wearing man, who always wore a trucker hat, was his foster father.

Singer approached the teenager. "Are you ok, boy? They treated you alright?"

Castiel nodded. He tugged at the sleeves of his plaid shirt. "Is it true? You're my foster father?"

Bobby nodded. "Yep, you're stuck with me, kid."

"What about Alfie?" Castiel was frightened of hearing the man's response.

"Relax; the little guy is at my place with the Winchesters."

Castiel's shoulders slumped a little. Tears rolled down his face. "You're gonna keep the two of us?"

"Hey I'm not separating the two of you. I know he's the only blood relative you got. Rug rat needs his big brother."

Cas nodded. "Thank you and I promise I won't be a pain in the ass. I stole the fever medicine cos Alfie's sick."

"I know, kid. Just promise you won't go doing the five finger discount around town."

"I swear, Mr. Singer." Castiel stared at his worn sneakers.

"Call me Bobby. Mr. Singer was my dad. Come on let's go. Alfie's missed you like crazy. Took me over two hours to get the little rug rat to fall asleep."

Castiel followed Bobby to the police station parking lot. They got in a battered blue Ford tow truck. The duo drove in silence for ten minutes until they reached their destination, a two story house with faded paint on the outside. About half dozen clunkers surrounded the old house on the side. Singer owned the town's only salvage yard. He was Lawrence's best mechanic. In the mornings, Bobby fixed automobiles and in the afternoons, he taught auto shop at the high school.

Cas didn't wait for Bobby to put the truck on park. He opened the passenger door and leapt out of the still moving truck. "Idjit," Bobby mumbled.

Castiel knocked on the front door. He turned the door knob and discovered the door to be unlocked. He silently entered and the scene which greeted him was Dean and a floppy haired kid assembling a high chair. A small blond boy knelt in front of a play pen playing Peek a Boo with Alfie, who sat in a corner drinking from a baby bottle.

Cas approached the playpen and Alfie's big round eyes found him. The toddler threw the bottle to the side and got up on his chubby legs. He waddled over to the front of the playpen. "Cassie! Cassie!"

Castiel grabbed his baby brother and squeezed the hell out of him. He peppered kisses all over his face. "Are you ok, little man?" Alfie wrapped his little arms around his big brother's neck. Castiel inhaled his baby smell.

Dean stopped working on the high chair. He melted watching the two Novak brothers' reunion. John entered the living room from the kitchen. He'd just returned from the local Walmart where he purchased groceries and baby items. Bobby came in through the front door.

Castiel spoke to John. "You must be Pastor Winchester. Thank you for everything you did."

John nodded. "I hope you learned your lesson, Castiel about stealing. You broke one of the Ten Commandments."

"I know and I'm terribly sorry. My pride got the best of me. I should've asked for help."

"You're right, son. Boys, why don't we leave the new family to get acquainted? We need to finish assembling the crib upstairs." His three sons followed him up the rickety steps. Dean turned to glance at Castiel, who still held his baby brother.

"We'll discuss house rules later. Let me give you a tour of the place. It ain't Buckingham Palace but at least the two of you will have a roof over your heads and your stomachs will always be full."

Castiel swallowed hard. "Thank you again, Bobby."

"No problem, kid"

Alfie smiled at his foster father. He waved at him. "Bobby!" He extended his hands out to the older man.

"He really likes you. Wanna hold him?"

"Aw how can I say no to this cute little June Bug?" Bobby took Alfie, who played with his beard.

When they walked along the hall that led to the kitchen, Castiel noticed all the family pictures. "Where's your wife? She's a fox." He glanced at a wedding picture.

Bobby swallowed hard. "Karen and my son, Bobby Jr. died in a car accident."

"I'm sorry. I should've kept my big mouth shut."

"Their pictures are all around the place. Anyone would've asked." Bobby continued with the tour.

The trio finally arrived at the bedroom which would serve as Alfie's nursery. The spacious and airy chamber was located between Castiel and Bobby's rooms. The Winchesters were almost finished putting a wooden crib together. It was of maple wood material with puppies painted on both ends.

"Karen drew and painted the puppies. This was Junior's crib."

Dean laughed at the puppies. "Lame"

"You shouldn't talk, Dean. Your crib had fat baby angels prancing around." Sam elbowed his older brother.

"Shut up bitch"

"Jerk"

"Dean Michael Winchester, watch your language!" John bellowed from his position on the floor.

"Sorry"

Castiel grinned. This was the first time he heard St. Dean say something closely related to a curse word. It was kind of sexy. Dean's eyes locked on his. The Winchester smiled sheepishly at him. Cas winked, when he knew the pastor wasn't looking. Dean blushed.

"Why are you red like a tomato, Dean?" Adam asked.

Dean scowled at his kid brother. He could be a pain in the butt sometimes. "Nothing, it's a bit hot in here."

"You got that right. You finished there, John?" Bobby asked his friend.

"Yeah," John said as he tightened the last screw. He shook the crib to check if it was sturdy enough. "It's ready."

"How about we leave the room so it can finish airing out? I'm gonna set up the grill so we can have a barbecue."

"Yes!" Adam and Sam exclaimed.

The group started descending the stairs. Dean and Cas were the last ones. The latter held Dean's wrist and tugged him backwards. Castiel gently pushed Dean against the wall which led directly across from his bedroom.

Dean licked his lips nervously. He was ready to bolt. Castiel lessened his hold on Dean's wrist. He traced a thumb across it; feeling Dean's rapid pulse. Their eyes locked. "I want to thank you for taking care of Alfie. I know you got the ball rolling on everything that's happened in the last twelve hours. I forgot how it felt to have someone caring for you."

Dean didn't push Cas away. He liked feeling the other boy's finger tracing his skin. His body temperature must have risen because he was burning up. Castiel's face was inches away from his. Dean's eyes fell on the other boy's plump pink lips.

Castiel leaned closer. "I really wanna kiss you now but I know you're straighter than the Equator and are petrified of burning in Hell for doing bad things with another boy."

"Cas, please..." Dean's mind went blank. All he wanted was to feel Castiel's body closer to his.

"That's the first time you call me Cas. I like it." Cas inched closer. He heard the change in Dean's breathing. "Shit what I wouldn't do to tarnish your shiny halo, St. Dean."

Dean swore Castiel was going to kiss him. His heartbeat accelerated and his palms perspired profusely. Cas rubbed his nose against Dean's. He ran his thumb across one of Dean's freckled cheeks. "Thank you again, Dean."

He released his hold on Dean's wrist and left him baffled. Dean furrowed his brows. He touched his cheek which still tingled from Castiel's touch. Something inside him deflated. Dean shook his head. He was actually disappointed Castiel didn't try to kiss him. He would've kneed him of course but still. Dean thumped the back of his head with the wall.