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Dean tried to hold back a chuckle as Sammy bounced in the backseat. The boy always looked so excited when he knew that it was time for food. He loved to eat and would eat practically anything. It wasn't until he was older that he got pickier about what he ate.

For all of their dad's flaws the one thing he was good at was making sure they had food. It might not be food they liked, but they never went hungry. It was a small thing that he really should have had to think about, but he had heard horror stories so he took the win.

All their lives there had been a certain way to do things. Of course, by 'way to do things' he meant whatever the best way to keep Sam in the dark was. It sounded bad when he thought about it, but it was his job to protect the younger boy and he did. He always did.

Taking a deep breath the hunter pushed those thoughts from his mind. It would do no good for him to dwell on the past. Right now he had a child in his care and that had to be his first thought. Even if all he wanted to do was find a way to fix things.

That would have to wait until he got to Bobby's. He would never risk leaving his little brother alone in this state. There were too many beings in their world that would use and abuse Sam if they found out that he was an innocent, little babe.

And if Lucifer got his hands on the boy? Dean didn't want to think about what would happen if he did. Sam fought so hard to keep his self free from the fall angel and now he couldn't do that. He'd very easily fall for everything the man said.

Maybe just he and Bobby wouldn't be enough to the boy safe. There was one other person that he could call. Not that he actually wanted to call the angel and even if he did he was not going to admit it out loud. Though no one was around to hear him say he liked Cass.

It might be his only choice though. The more people around the help keep Sammy safe the better. Okay, when they got to the diner he'd make the call to the angel and have him come see the boy. Maybe he knew something that could do this.

"Mr. Dean?" Sammy questioned softly.

Almost instantly the hunters shoulder tensed. He hated having his brother call him that. It was so wrong to be referred to as if he was just another stranger. Though to the boy that was exactly what he was. Just another person that wasn't he family.

That thought just didn't sit well with him. Not only had Sammy decided to trust a total stranger because he had said that he knew his daddy. Had the boy always been this never? Did he and Dad not teach him that he needed to keep himself safe when they weren't around?

It was actually surprising that he hadn't been kidnapped or lead astray from him when the boy was younger. He was surprisingly easy target. Dean both didn't and did want to know exactly when he had lost that innocence and trust he had in people.

A sad thought popped into his mind at that. If he had done his job correctly than he never should have lost that. Though hunting and having faith in humanity did not actually go hand in hand. That kind of faith usually lead to the hunter dying very quickly.

"What's up, Sammy?" Dean replied hoping his voice didn't betray how upset he was by the whole situation.

"Do you think Dean and Daddy are okay?" Sammy questioned his eyes flickering between his hand and the rear-view mirror.

Green eyes locked with hazel in the mirror for a moment before the boy looked away. He looked so worried and lost. Is that the kind of look that Bobby he'd been forced to deal with when he took care of Sammy? No wonder the older man did everything that the boy wanted.

Dad had always complained that the man spoiled Sammy. He feed the boy all of his favorite foods and bought him new toys every time he stayed over. By the time he was ten he had his own little toy room in the hunter's house. That was probably a lot sadder than it sounded.

"Of course they're okay," Dean offered with a fake smile as he added yet another lie to the list, "Daddy always sends me to bed first, but I've seen them."

Dean felt his heart sink at that. He remembered those times. He had still been new to the whole hunting thing and Dad had brought him on some simple hunts to teach him. In truth, he was a horrible hunter in the very beginning he got hurt quite a bit.

He and Dad had had a very long talk about keeping Sammy in the dark. Dad was a hunter, but he was still their father. He had wanted to keep his youngest away from this life until he no longer could. That happened a lot sooner than either of them had wanted.

That happened about the time Sammy was seven years old. Dean hated thinking about that day. He had never been so terrified in his life. As odd as it sounded he still had nightmares of that day. He would never be able to leave that day in the past.

Shaking his head he tried to knock the thoughts away. He couldn't let himself get lost in thoughts like that. It never ended well for him or anyone else really. Thinking over all his failures always put him in a bad, borderline suicidal kind of mood during hunts.

The man knew that he had a problem. He could very easily admit it to himself. He'd never say it out loud of course, but to himself he knew that he was not as okay as he tried to make everyone believe. Not that he was going to stop anytime soon.

"Don't worry about them, Sammy," Dean soothed pulling into the parking lot of the diner, "Your Daddy would never let anything happen to Dean. Now, you ready for food?"

"Food!" Sammy yelled excitedly a beautifully large smile coming to his lips.

Smiling back Dean got out of the car before helping the boy out as well. Sammy slipped his hand into Dean's causing the hunter to look down. In the back of his mind he knew that it was just something little kids do, but it still felt nice to believe Sammy actually trusted him.

Leading the boy inside of the diner and to a table he tried to keep himself focused on the here and now instead of the past. Everything that was happening was just so damn familiar and somehow it still felt as if he was experiencing it all for the first time.

Maybe it was because he could finally understand what it all meant. Having a child show so much trust in him after just meeting him was a wonderful feeling. This was the first time that it happened to him as an adult. He finally understood why their dad had been so protective.

"So, what do you want, Sammy?" Dean questioned once they were sitting down.

"Ice cream!" Sammy said instantly his eyes glinting happily.

"Ice cream? Maybe after lunch, kiddo, but you need to eat real food first."

"You sound like Daddy."

Dean had no idea how it was possible for one simple sentence to both make his heart soar and break at the same time. Truthfully he did not want to think of why being compared to his dad made him feel so conflicted. His head was going to explode by the end of this, wasn't it?"

"Doesn't mean I'm wrong," Dean teased tapping the menu, "What sounds good?"

"Umm..." Sammy started staring at words that he could almost read.

If Dean was right his brother was just starting to learn to read and write and was excelling at it. The boy had always been smart though. Learning was just something that he was not only good at, but that he absolutely loved doing.

"Chicken!" Sammy exclaimed pointing at the word excitedly.

"Chicken sandwich or chicken stripes?" Dean asked looking his own menu.

"Sandwich."

"Okay. Do you want fries, onion rings, tater tots, or apple sauce?"

"Apple sauce."

"And to drink?"

"Water."

"Alright. Let's wait for the waitress."

The two sat there quietly for a moment before their orders were taken. The waitress had been kind enough to bring Sammy a coloring page and some crayons. Almost instantly the boy was enthralled with his coloring.

It should have been a peaceful moment, but Dean found himself looking at everyone wondering if they were human or not. Was this how Dad had felt all the time when they were kids? Like he had a hair trigger? Was that why he had always been so easy to aggravate?

Dean couldn't deal with that. He refused to risk snapping at his brother because he was too stressed out. It was time to call in backup. Which meant that it was time to explain to the little boy that his friend was going to be joining them on their trip to Bobby's.

"Sammy," Dean spoke up dragging the boy from his coloring, "Do you mind if a friend of mine joins us? I need to talk to him."

"Okay," Sammy answered without much thought going back to his picture without a car in the world.

Dean stared at this child for a moment before sighing. Once again the boy was showing just how innocent he was. It was frustrating the hunter the more time went on. Maybe some adult conversation would help. If you could count Castiel as an adult.

Pulling out his phone he called the angel and gave him the place of the diner. It was a simple thing called Cass and getting him to come. He was like a little puppy dog. Once he was called he would go anywhere he was pointed and it took a lot to get him to leave.

"Dean," Castiel greeted appearing in front of the table causing both Sam and Dean to jump.

"God..." Dean started before cutting himself off from cursing.

"You called."

Dean stared at the angel for a moment letting it sink. Sometimes it really hard to take the man serious. He was just so… He was supposed to be an angel of the Lord but he acted like a child most of the time. It was actually a little strange to watch.

"Is something wrong, Dean?" Castiel questioned his head cocking to the side.

"First," Dean spoke pointing to the other side of the table, "Sammy, this is my friend Castiel. Cass, this is Sammy."

Blue eyes slowly moved over to the little boy before darting back to Dean confusion clear in his eyes. The hunter gave a slight nod of his head letting the angel know that his thinking was right. Though he'd probably have to explain in detail to the angel later.

"Sammy?" Castiel repeated looking back at the boy.

"Hi," Sammy shyly replied before reaching out as if he wanted Castiel to shake his hand.

Dean had to look away from them for a moment. He wasn't really a kid person, but he had to admit that was cute. Sammy was acting like a little adult. It was so odd to see exactly how the boy acted to strangers when his brother and father weren't around.

"Hello, Sammy," Cass nodded just as softly as the boy reaching out take the hand in his.

Sammy pulled his hand away his hair falling in front of his face as he went back to coloring. Castiel continued to stare at the boy until Dean finally reached over and pulled him into the booth next to him. Blue eyes left Sammy and locked onto Dean just as the waitress dropped their food off.

"What about you, Hun?" the waitress asked turning towards the angel.

"Nothing," Cass answered shaking his head.

The woman nodded her head before leaving. Normally Sammy would be stuffing his face by now, but instead he was watching the angel. He looked so concerned about something. Why did his brother have to look so damn adorable? It was weird to think but he was kind of glad that he got to see it again.

"What's wrong, kid?" Dean questioned popping a fry in his mouth, "Did they get you sandwich wrong?"

"No," Sammy replied shaking his head.

"Then why aren't you eating?"

"Mr. Cass not eating."

Dean looked over at the angel attempting to figure out what he was thinking. It was so hard to read him though. He was sure that Cass was thinking something that probably shouldn't be said out loud. His brother might be a kid, but he and Castiel still had a rather difficult relationship.

"I already ate," Cass lied calmly, "Thank you for your concern, Sammy."

"You talk funny," Sammy giggled before he started to eat.

"Be nice," Dean popped in with a shake of his head, "Sammy, have you ever meet Castiel before?"

Hazel eyes darted over the angel face quickly before shaking his head negatively. Well that blew a hole in the idea that the boy might have some thoughts from his adult life. It seemed as if he really was just a kid. What the hell could have changed his brother into a child and wipe all of his memories?

"Tell me you have some ideas," Dean practically pleaded turning to the angel.

"No," Castiel shook his head a pained look on his face, "I can not detect any kind of magic on him."

"Of course not. Do you think your brother could have anything to do with this?"

"Lucifer or Gabriel?"

"I didn't even think of Gabriel. Could either of them have done this?"

"It's possible, but it would take a great difficulty to hide the traces of angelic power. The most I can tell you is that he is healthy. No harm came to him during the transformation."

"That's almost something."

"I am truly sorry, Dean."

"It's okay. Just have to figure this out some other way."

"I can talk to them to see if they have any idea what happened."

"Cass, I can't ask you to do that. Gabriel with be fine, but Lucifer? He might not let you come back in one piece."

A soft gasp came from the other side of the table causing both men to look over. Sammy was sitting there at them with wide eyes. Dean should have realized that the boy would be listening to their conversation. He wouldn't understand it, but he'd get Castiel being in danger.

Scared eyes darted between Dean and Castiel for a moment before the young boy was suddenly out of the booth and climbing onto their side. He plopped himself between the angel and the hunter glaring up at Dean looking as if he was attempting to protect Castiel.

That was a sight to see. A glaring Sammy pretty much looked like a puppy. It was absolutely ridiculous and in any other situation he would have found it hilarious. Instead it simply hurt to think that his little brother truly believed that he was dangerous.

On the other hand it reminded him how his brother really was as an adult. He was ready to protect someone that he didn't even know. It was one of the things that Dean loved the most about his brother. Just his overall heart.

"No hurt Mr. Cass," Sammy stated firmly.

"I don't want Cass hurt any more than you do, Sammy," Dean offered holding his hands up.

"You said..."

"I know what I said. I know it sounds bad, but you can't run away from problems. You have to face it."

"But Mr. Cass could be hurt."

"He could be, but other people could be hurt if he doesn't."

"I don't..."

Sammy sank down in the booth looking so confused. The hunter could remember that feeling. It was hard to understand why their family had to be hunters when he was a kid. In truth he had wanted to be normal for awhile too. Until he learned that his being odd helped others be normal.

"Castiel knows the risk," Dean explained with a soft smile, "He knows that someone had to do the tough jobs to keep everyone else safe."

"O-Okay," Sammy slowly responded his eyes darting between the men once more.

Looking down at the boy Dean couldn't help but reach over and brush his hair out of his face. Sammy looked so tired in that moment. All the hunter wanted to do was pick up his brother and carry him out of the diner.

Almost instantly the image of their dad carrying his brother out of places filled his mind. He could remember the child simply curling in his arms and holding on for dear life. It was something that always brought a smile to his lips.

"You ready to go?" Dean questioned his voice barely over a whisper.

"Yeah," Sammy nodded his head holding back a yawn.

"Alright, let's go to the bathroom and we can go. Cass, wrap up our food please. Then go talk to them."

Dean helped Sammy out of the booth and to the bathroom. He wanted to turn back to the angel and explain more, but he was already halfway to the restroom. He'd have to call him again and tell him to go to Bobby's house once he was done with his brothers.

"Don't you just love single fathers?" a random woman spoke up as they walked past, "So sexy."