Mary was still slightly scared. Who wouldn't with someone appearing out of nowhere? Her children obviously knew this … creature, for lack of a better word. Well looking at the strange humanoid form who was wearing a tan trench coat that either screamed accountant or flasher.

In front of her still stood John, who was shaking, which she was … well, she didn't want to think about that right now.

"We have a slight problem, Cas," Sam said, indicated those that were in the far corner of the room, away from everyone else.

The creature, Cas, turned toward her and John and squinted at them with a slight head tilt.

"This would in fact what I was notified about."

"You been the disturbance was those them?" Dean asked.

"They're not supposed to be alive," Cas explained. "And there is no contract attached to their souls."

"So, they're the real deal?" Sam asked.

"Yes, Sam. I haven't figured out how, yet."

Mary could have let out a sigh of relief. They had been confirmed to be at least human. But she knew, call it knowing her husband even if she had been dead for a while, this wouldn't be enough for John. She could practically feel him about to go on a tirade. He would just do so carefully in order not to anger the strange creature.

"And were just supposed to take your word for it?" John asked, failing to keep his anger out of his voice.

"Yes," Cas said, his head tilt becoming more prominent.

"How did you even get in here?"

"I flew," Cas said bluntly.

Dean could tell that John was about to go off the rails, so he halts what he knew what was going to be a long, unwanted conversation later.

"Cas, they don't know what you are," Dead said. At that, Cas turned around, almost looking offended, which Dean clarified with, "We didn't know they were really them or not."

Cas seemed to accept this as an answer, but John didn't.

"Are you going to tell us what you are?" John asked impatiently.

"I am an angel," Cas said tiredly with as much righteousness as he could muster.

Two people spoke simultaneously at that point, speaking being used loosely.

"There's is no such thing," John yelled while Mary did what could only be called a squeal.

All five men in the room turned towards her in sync. Of all reactions to hearing that angels existed, this was certainly a new one. Far away from being stabbed by what might as well have been a butter knife, but Mary felt no shame. She felt incredibly pleased with the thought of her children being watched over by angels as she always told them. The only thing that she could respond with was questioning:

"Really?"

Suddenly the light filling the room started to flicker and the sound of electricity filled the room. Suddenly, shadows of what had to be large wings filled the room behind Cas. Suddenly as if nothing happened the room was back to normal. Everyone at this point was nearly gasping in surprise. Except for Dean, who could see the real things instead of the shadows. Seeing the real thing certainly overshadowed these imprints.

Mary ended up being the first one to talk.

"Is Cas your real name?"

"It is a shortened version of my name," Cas respond. "My actual name is Castiel."

"The Angel of Thursday…" Mary said whispering so that no one heard her except for Cas.

Cas, in turn, answered with a yawn. Which was out of the norms for the angel. Sam and Bobby, who had been completely silent for the majority of the conversation, was looking like the apocalypse was back on the rise.

Dean knew what it was about, though. Ever since they had "conceive," so to say, Cas has been becoming more human. It was quite obvious that the baby was using a portion of his grace to develop itself. Dean also hadn't noticed it before, but Cas's belly was much larger than when he had left. If he had to make a guess, Cas's being in heaven, where he decided he most likely was, was helping the growing of their child.

"I'm tired," Cas said with a sense of finality.

He immediately turned around and walked toward the stairs. Everyone could hear when he got to the creaky floorboard in front of the stairs before he made no sounds.

A few minutes later, Dean was once again tense. He knew this was going to be an awkward discussion that was going to happen whether he wanted it to or not. Looking up, he saw the red of his father's face. This was definitely going to be an event.