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Gabriel soon became Castiel's best friend.

At one and a half, Cas was crawling, and was always attempting to stand by grabbing onto pieces of furniture, and lifting himself up, only to let go in excitement and fall to the ground again. Instead of crying, when this happened, he would glare at the offending piece of furniture as if it had dropped him, before getting a look of determination and repeating the cycle all over again. Dean thought it was hysterical.

When he wasn't trying to stand, Cas would attempt to crawl and carry his bear at the same time. This resulted in his holding Gabriel's arm in one hand, and crawling on all three's instead of all four's, the angel bear dragging behind him. The process was extremely slow and clumsy looking. Sam thought it was adorable.

While attempting to get around the newly baby-proofed house, Castiel would babble to himself. His vocabulary was slowly improving, and he seemed to be a bit of a show off. He was currently crawling with Gabriel across the living room towards Dean.

Dean took pity on him, and scooped the little angel up, bear and all. Cas cackled with clear, light laughter. Dean then began to tickle the child who began to squeal, "Ammy! Ammy, 'elp me!" Sam ran into the room, then laughed aloud at Castiel's predicament. Cas tied to scowl at the younger Winchester, but seeing as how he was being tickled, he could d nothing but laugh.

Sam finally took mercy on the angel, and wrestled him out of Dean's grasp. Cas laughed, with glee this time, and hugged Sam tightly around the neck. "Your welcome, Cas."

Cas smiled shyly, "Tank you." Sam and Dean just laughed again.

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Shortly after Castiel's second birthday, Dean left him for the first time. A friend of his had called, who needed help with a demon problem. Dean suggested Sam, or maybe Bobby. The friend had said they could come along as well, but they only trusted Dean. Dean wanted to protest, but he couldn't turn down a friend in need, and he definitely couldn't tell them that he was busy angel-sitting. So, for the first time in two years, Dean was heading out on a hunting trip.

Bobby was going with him for back-up, and Sam was left alone with Castiel. Dean had patiently explained to Cas the night before that he was going to go on a little trip, but would be back in a few days. At the time, Cas was okay with it, and had nodded before being wrestled into his bed. Both Sam and Dean thought that Cas might not even notice or care that Dean was gone.

The were very wrong.

The next morning, Cas woke up before Sam. He crawled out of bed, and ran down the hallway to Dean's room. He swung open the door, and climbed up on the bed. Just like every morning. There was only one problem: Dean wasn't there. Castiel's face scrunched up in confusion. Dean was always here. He never woke up before Cas. Sam and Dean had not accounted for a two-year-old's attention span when they had told him about Dean's trip. Cas didn't pay attention to any of the conversation. All he knew was that Dean was not where he was supposed to be. Time for plan two. Castiel opened him mouth and let out a banshee-like wail.

Sam came running into the room, "Cas!" Castiel appeared to be fine, he was just sitting on Dean's bed, screaming his head off. "Hey, buddy. What's wrong?" He scooped up Cas and held him close.

"Dean! There no Dean!"

Sam let out a huff of air. "It's okay, Castiel. Dean went out. He will be back soon, okay?"

Cas nodded slowly, and stopped screaming. "Sammy?"

"Yes, Cas?"

"I has pancake?"

Sam laughed, "Yeah, Cas. You can have pancakes. Come on." the two of them, Castiel still in Sam's arms, headed to the kitchen.

The rest of the day was spent with Sam trying to distract Cas. He was doing this because whenever the toddler had time to think, he would ask when Dean was coming back. Sam would always reply with, "Soon."

That night, Sam had Castiel sleep in his bed. Sam told himself that it was to keep an eye on the little guy, and stop him from looking for Dean in the middle of the night. But if he was honest with himself, he would have admitted that he was nervous without his brother in the house.

In the morning, Cas woke up and calmly roused Sam. "Dean back?"

"Sorry bud. Dean's not back yet." This was going to be a long day.

Castiel just glared at Sam as if the whole thing was somehow his fault. It was the long lost 'I am and angel of the lord and I will smite you' look. Dean was usually the one on the receiving end of that infamous glare, not Sam. It was a little unnerving, actually. Especially coming from a two year old.

That glare stayed in place the entire day. Castiel did not speak a single word. He ignored Sam completely, and spent the day with Gabriel.

The next day, Castiel was even angrier. He wanted Dean, and if Sam knew what was good for him, he'd go get his brother. The toddler was fuming. Years later, Sam would swear to anyone who would listen that you could actually see the smoke.

Around noontime, Sam cautiously approached the little angel on the couch, "Hey, Cas. What do you want for lunch?" Castiel continued to ignore him, as if he truly believed the whole ordeal could be pinned on Sam. "Castiel."

Cas snapped his head toward Sam with the 'I will smite you' look on full blast. Sam took a step backwards. "Me want Dean."

"Cas, I told you-"

"Me want DEAN!" and then Castiel, angel of the lord, threw his first temper tantrum. He jumped off the couch, abandoning his friend, and started screaming his head off. Some off the words were coherent, such as Dean, and mine. Also 'now' was heard a lot. But mostly, it was just caterwauling. He was stomping his feet and clenched his hands into fists. Sam backed off a little, completely out of fear. After a minute or two, Cas swung his right arm, as if to punch someone, and a glint of silver was suddenly visible. Sam ducked sharply, and good thing he did, because not more than a second after he hit the floor, a whack was heard on the wall behind him.

Sam stood cautiously, Cas had stopped wailing, and was instead starring with curiosity and surprise at the wall behind Sam. Sam turned around with a knot of apprehension in his stomach. When he saw what had struck the wall, his jaw dropped. He actually felt a little faint.

The force of the impact had lodged the object into the wall itself, with the end buried inside, and only the gleaming silver handle visible. Sam couldn't believe his eyes. Somehow, in his rage, Castiel had summoned his angelic blade. It was silver and gleaming, and currently driven straight through the drywall.

Cas was starring at his newly acquired weapon, a huge grin across his tiny face. It seemed his anger at Sam was forgotten in the discovery of his blade. The pair were standing in the living room, simply staring at Castiel's blade, practically hypnotized by the glare bouncing off it.

The deathly silence was broken by the sound off a car door slamming outside. Sam blinked, and Cas ran to the door. Less than a minute after, Cas called out in joy, "Dean!"

"Hey Cas! Did you have fun with Sammy?"

"Sammy no fun. Miss you, Dean."

"I missed you too, bud. Where's Sam?" Dean walked into the living room, Bobby in tow. Castiel was clinging to dean as if he would never see him again. Dean thought it was adorable, and was smiling down at the angel before he looked up at Sam, only to notice his brother's gaze locked on the wall. Dean glanced over to see what his Sammy was starring at. Then, so much like his brother, his mouth popped open in shock. "Sam? Is that what I think it is?" Sam just nodded, unable to speak. After all, Cas almost took his head off. "Well, then...shit."

Sam let out a breath, "Don't you ever leave him alone again."

All Dean could do was nod.