"You got a lot of nerve showing up here again, Especially after you killed Meg." Dean said standing his ground.
"You have my plan all wrong. I killed Meg to keep you and Sam safe."
"Keep me safe? Last time I checked it was I who shot Lucifer…the fucking devil in the head with the colt. I think I can handle the normal life." Dean smirked crossing his arm over his chest.
"Dean, hear me out."
"Hear you out, just like you heard Meg out. No." Dean shook his head.
"There's a reason I killed Meg."
"I know, Cas. She was a demon, once a demon always a demon. I get it, Cas. Get the Hell away from me." Dean walked out of the living room.
"How were you going to trust her when she worked with Azazeal and Lucifer?" Cas remarked.
"She was becoming human. She didn't have any of her demon powers."
"How do you know she was telling the truth?"
I cut her with the demon killing death. I made her drink holy water, I made her walk into a devil's trap, I even threw salt in her face. Nothing. So yeah, I did trust her."
"I'm just trying to help." Cas muttered.
"Well, I don't need your help. I did fine on my own for 20 something odd years. I don't need you now" Dean growled. "I have taken care of Sammy my whole life. I know what makes him tick, so I don't need your help. Now, get out of my face."
"Dean, I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"Everything."
Everything? Like…uh…like ignoring me."
"Yes." Cas answered dryly.
"Or killing someone because you didn't trust me. You didn't trust me."
"Yes."
"Yeah, nah that's not going to cut it. Not this time. So you can take your little apology and you can cram it up your ass."
"Dean, I thought I was doing the right thing."
"Yeah, you always do." Dean walked out of the living room.
"Dean…"
"Castiel, don't you dare follow me." Dean heard the flutter of wing. He knew Cas was gone. He walked into the room where Sam was sleeping to find Sam sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "Hey, buddy. How was that nap?"
"I woked up by you yellin'." Sam said as he stretched out his arms to Dean.
"I'm sorry, bub. Daddy just got mad at friend who stopped by."
"I's hungwy."
Dean laughed. "Let's eat then."
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6 Months Later…
"Daddy! Daddy! Potty!" Sam hopped off the couch where he was lounging beside Dean. Dean rose to his feet and followed the tiny toddler. Once Dean reached the bathroom he knew Sam couldn't wait. Sam had managed to take off his pants but not the pull up. He stood there awkwardly in front of the training potty then looked up at Dean with watery eyes. "Daddy!" He whimpered.
"It's ok, Sammy. That's what the pull up is for."
Sam just cried harder. "I-I-I'm so-s-orry."
Dean lifted Sam into his arms and carried him into the bedroom and laid him on the bed and grabbed another pull up. "It's ok, Sammy. I'm not mad. Accidents happen." Dean pulled off the soiled training pants and slid on the fresh one. "See everything's as good as new."
Sam sniffed and stretched his tiny arms out to Dean as the last of his tears streamed down his face. "Daddy!"
"I'm right here, sport." Dean rubbed the toddlers back until he heard the doorbell. Dean heard Bobby get the door.
"Dean, Sheriff is here."
Dean smiled. "Come on, Sammy. You know Daddy doesn't like to keep Sheriff waiting." Dean walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. "Howdy Sheriff."
Sheriff Mills smiled. "Hello Dean."
"Are you ready to go?" Dean said as he gave a kiss to Jody.
"Now, what's the rush, Dean? Let's sit and talk for a little while." Jody said as she sat down on the couch. She stretched out her arms towards Sam and Dean. "Now, how's my little deputy?"
Sam gave a shy smile and hid his face. "Oh Sammy, come on. It's just Jody."
"No." Sam whimpered. Dean laughed. "Ok, Sammy. Go over to Bobby." Dean tried to put Sam down but Sam wasn't going to have that.
"No! Daddy!" Sam gripped Dean tighter.
"Sam, let go of Daddy." Dean said sternly. "You can go over Bobby and hang all over him."
"No, wanna hang over Daddy."
"Dean, I'm gonna go to bathroom real fast."
"Yeah, I work with Sam." Dean said trying to detach from Sam.
After a few minutes of struggling Sam finally let go and Dean gave him over to Bobby. That's when he heard the scream. "Jody?"
He rushed over to the bathroom where he saw a bright blinding light. Then the door opened. Jody was on the floor. Her eyes were burnt out. Castiel stood above her. "Dean." Dean was fuming. "I came to help you."
"I didn't ask for your help."
"Well, regardless, you're welcome."
Dean clenched his fist. "Why are you here?"
"I came to help." Cas replied dryly.
"Yeah, right." Dean said walking into the kitchen.
"You don't believe me."
"I don't believe a word that's coming out of your mouth."
"I thought you said that we were like family. Well, I think that too. Shouldn't trust run both ways?"
"Cas…I can't…" Dean tried to say without yelling.
"Dean, I do everything you ask. I always come when you call, and I am your friend. Still, despite your lack of faith, and now threats, I just save you, yet again." Cas sighed. "Has anyone but your closet kin ever done more for you?"
"How the fuck did you save me? How was killing my girlfriend saving me?"
"All I ask is this one thing."
"Trust your plan to protect Sam?"
"I've earned that, Dean." Dean scoffed. Cas had something in his hand. "She was pregnant. 2 months along."
"What?"
"Jody Mills was pregnant with your child."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I have my reasons."
"I'm sick of your reasons. I'm ready to be a dad. I'm a dad because of Sam right now. I can handle my own baby. How was that protecting Sam or me?"
Cas vanished. 'That's what I thought.' Dean thought as he walked back to the bathroom to pick Jody and walk out the back down to salt and burn her bones; hunter's funeral.
