That morning Sam woke up in his bed with a soft whimper of Dean, which wasn't normal. Sam sat up and looked around. There was a man in a tan trenchcoat holding Dean. Sam instantly grabbed his gun and aimed for the man's head avoiding Dean.
"Who are you?" Sam said softly but sternly.
"Castiel."
"Why are you here? Why are you holding my…son?"
"I know he is your brother, Samuel. I know everything about you and Dean."
"What are you? You're not human."
"I am an Angel of the Lord. I am Dean Winchesters guardian angel."
"Why are you here now? Dean has been this way for over a year."
"You prayed so I came."
"Can you fix him?"
"I cannot."
"Then why show up? I prayed so you could fix him, not just to stop in a say hey."
"You prayed for me to help him. I can help, by helping you."
"By helping me? How is telling me that my older brother is now my son cause some stupid witch cursed him, helping me?"
"You're brother raised you his whole life, even before your mother died. He was always with you and now it's your turn. The spell the witch put on Dean is permanent."
"Why do I have to raise him? He's my brother…not, n-not my son." Sam said closed to tears.
"Because God commanded it."
One tears escaped Sam's eyes. "Why would God want me to raise my brother?"
"Good things will happen in due time. Dean is not your brother anymore. He is your son."
"Please, you can't make me do this. I want my brother back." Sam whimpered.
"When are you going to realize, Samuel that your brother is no longer here. What use to be your brother is now your son?"
"I don't know how to raise a kid. Dean raised me. Why didn't that witch change me instead? Can you flip the curse?"
"What is done is done. I will be back first thing in the morning."
The angel vanished once he set Dean back in the crib. Sam looked around then at Dean who had a huge smile on his face. "Hey there, buddy. Are you hungry?"
Dean nodded and lifted his arms over his head. "Dada!"
Sam smiled. He realized that Mom was right. There was angels watching over them.
The day went on in a blur. It was routine. When it got later in the evening Bobby decided to work on some cars around back. Sam fed Dean and bathed him and got him ready for bed that would be in a hour or so at 8.
When 7:15 rolled around Sam had just brought Dean downstairs and playing with stuffed animals when there was a knock on the door. He knew it couldn't be Bobby because it was his house and Dean was sitting in front of him.
"I'll be right back, bub. Somebody is knocking on the door." Sam patted Dean's back and ruffled his hair. Dean laughed and went back playing. He kept an eye on Dean as he walked to the door. He turned the knob and half way opened it before turning his attention to the person.
It was a woman around John's age. She was standing beside a younger lady who was around the early twenties 20 or 21. It took him a minute but he realized who they were. "Ellen? Jo?"
"Hiya, Sam." Ellen smiled.
"It's been a while. It's good to see you here. What brings you by?"
"Just came to talk with Bobby and have a little time away for the Roadhouse."
Well, come in, Bobby is working out back on some cars. He should be in shortly." Sam said backing up to let the two women in.
"Where's Dean? He's usually announces his presences." Jo said looking around the kitchen.
"Umm…about Dean. He changed. He still voices his opinion and his presence."
"Well, how did he change?"
Dean decided that second to waddle into the kitchen and into Sam's legs. "Dada!"
"Sam, did you get a girl pregnant?" Ellen asked sternly.
"No." Sam paused and lifted Dean into his arms and set him on his hip. "Ellen, Jo, I would like you to say hi to Dean."
"Dean?" Jo and Ellen said in unison. Their jaw hung open and their eyes were wide.
"Dean say hi." Sam took Dean's tiny arm and shook it up and down.
Dean laughed and the Harvelle's faces lighten up as they smiled. "How's this happen?" Jo asked curiously.
"Long story short, don't piss off a witch."
"How long has he been like this?" Ellen asked carding her fingers through Dean's hair.
"A year and a give or take a month or 2."
"And you haven't found a reversal?" Jo remarked
"There is no reversal."
"How do you know?" Ellen commented.
"An angel told me."
"An angel told you?"
"Is there an echo in here?"
It was Ellen who have the bitchface instead of Sam. "So angels are real?"
"Yeah, this angel…Castiel told me that there is no reversal for Dean. He's is not my brother anymore, but he is my son."
"I guess we can help anyway necessary. Would you be willing to move over by the Roadhouse?" Ellen suggested.
"I think I'm doing fine here with Bobby."
"Like Hell you are. You are moving to Nebraska, mister. If you haven't noticed I raised a child before. I think you might need a little help and Bobby's not the man for that. This is not a hunt."
"But, Dean is at home here." Sam moaned.
"Actually Samuel, it would be better for you to move closer to Ellen and Joanna. Like Ellen said she does have experience. I have already prepared you a house by the Roadhouse." Castiel appeared beside Sam.
"What about all the stuff in Dean's room?" Sam asked.
"Already there."
"What about the drive. That's going to be hard with—" Next thing Sam knows all of them were in a new location. The house Castiel was talking about.
"What do you think?" Castiel asked.
If Sam had bought his perfect house with Jess when he was at Stanford, this house would have been it. "It's perfect. Thanks, Cas. I can call you Cas?"
"That will be fine, Sam. I did not forget the cars. They are in the driveway." Castiel mentioned as he disappear along with Ellen and Jo.
After a few minutes of confusion, Sam got Dean put down for bedtime and then settled into his new living room and the first thought rushed into his head. Dean needed a Mama.
A/N: Who do you think should be the Mom? I was think Sarah Blake or Jess (Since the story is based around the end of Season 1...and Sam killed the yellow eyed demon when it possessed John) But then i was thinking since i squeezed Castiel into the mix i could do the same for other characters...Then i thought about Madison, Ruby...Gabriel?...Jo, maybe? Who do you think should be the mom?