Sam setup the panic room into a playroom... with guns. Cas fell asleep on a rug Sam put down, and he cuddled up to a sock monkey, holding it tightly. Dean was also asleep, he slept hanging off bed holding onto a fluffy teddy bear that must have been made at build-a-bear because it had a trench coat and black fluffy wings.
"Aw..." Sam cooed, "So this is what it feels like to be an older brother?" Sam smiled shutting the door. Not an hour later Cas came into the living room, coat dragging and carried the sock monkey tight, looking scared.
"Is everything okay Cas?" Sam asked looking at Cas worried.
"I had a nightmare..." Cas said starting to cry, Cas looked adorable with his bottom lip trembling. Sam couldn't resist but try and make Cas feel better.
"Hey it's okay," Sam said pulling Cas into a hug. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Sam asked, Cas shook his head.
"How about a warm glass of milk and a cookie?" Sam asked and Cas grew a smile.
"Good." Sam said putting the glass down on the table with the cookies.
"Was it scary?" Sam asked as Cas dipped the cookie in milk.
"The scariest."
"How so?"
"I had a bad dream that I destroyed everyone I love..." Cas said putting his head down and started to cry again.
"Hey, hey!" Sam cradled Cas. "It was a bad dream remember? And your not alone, I have them too. Comes with our job, I guess." Sam said calming down Cas a little until he broke down more.
"It was terrible! I don't like these dreams Sam! They're mean! I had a nightmare that I was evil, and tried to kill you and Dean." Cas cried in Sam's arms.
"Hey, it's not gonna happen you're a good ki-, you're the good guy remember. You have a big heart," Sam said pointing to Cas's chest, that made Cas smile.
"Heaven doesn't think so... But I'm glad you do," Cas said giving Sam a hug as he wiped his tears that were little blood driblets.
"Oh ouch, does that hurt Cas?" Sam asked examining the blood he wiped away that was on his hand now.
"I can't even feel it, this vessel must of been broken. I didn't know I could cry blood, let alone blood." Cas sniffled as Dean rubbed his eyes as he entered the room.
"Cas are you okay?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. Cookie?!" Cas smiled holding a cookie out to Dean that had bite mark in it. Dean took the cookie more than happy to, and took a bite.