Henry crossed his arms as he had four pairs of eyes on him as he sat at the head of the table, but it felt like he was under a microscope.

"Why the hell are you all looking at me like this?" He shot out moodily.

Dean frowned. "As your Uncle who's been through it, isn't it kinda my obligation to tell you to not make deals?" Dean crossed his arms as well.

"What would you have done, Uncle D? I was only four. I hardly knew what I was doing." Henry replied as he pressed his lips together. "So, Cas?" He asked, and the dark-haired angel perked up from being deep in thought.

"Yes?"

"So, you said you could...sense it, right?" Henry asked, lowering his voice a little.

"Yes. It required much concentration." He replied. "A sort of shard, deeply melded with your soul."

"Is there any way...we can remove it?" Sam asked nervously, he ran his hand through his hair.

"I don't-believe so." Castiel tried to break it to him lightly. "Angel grace is not easily messed with. If we tried to carve it out, he could die."

Dean suddenly perked up. "Wait a minute. If he has a piece of grace, does that mean he's like..." He couldn't bring himself to say the word, instead he just motioned a hump over his stomach.

Henry scowled and stood up, roughly pushing the chair behind him. "No, Dean, I am not pregnant with the goddamn anti-christ!" He spat irritably. "This is absolutely ridiculous. I'm out."

He stood up roughly and began storming from the room, not wanting to even be in the same room of any of his family members right now.

He felt his wrist gently grabbed, and he looked back at Sam's concerned face.

"Please. Henry, I know you're angry, but I promise we're only trying to help." Sam pleaded. "If you want, I can have Dean leave."

"Hey!"

Henry looked like he was considering it as he still made no move to sit back down. "Dad, I just..don't want to talk about this right now. I've already made James really upset, I just want to take a break right now. Please."

Sam nodded, standing up and wordlessly wrapping his arms aroud his shoulders, he was only a few inches taller than him. "Okay. If you want to talk to just me about it later.."

Henry rested his head on his shoulder, and he nodded. "Okay." He said quietly. "That sounds nice."

"C'mon, James." He said once they'd pulled away, striding from the room. James quickly stood up from his chair and trailed Henry out of the room like a puppy. "Henry, wait!"

The members of Team Free Will all stared at each other, all not quite sure what to do with this turn of events.

"Well, that didn't go as well as expected." Cas broke the silence.

"Um, yeah, no shit Cas." Dean said back, but his eyes widened when he noticed Sam had folded his arms and now was resting his head on his arms. "Sammy? Are you okay?"

Sam straightened up, running his hands down his face as he sighed. "No, Dean, I'm not okay." He answered, rubbing his eyes. "You know how much I've always wanted kids."

Dean frowned a little. "I know, Sammy." He said quietly.

"And no dad wants their kids in this much trouble, okay? I'm so..I'm just so damn worried about him." He admitted, covering his eyes with his palm.

"Sam-" Dean started, as Cas stared with squinted eyes.

"I need some time to think, okay?" Sam stood up too, avoiding their gazes. "Maybe I'll talk to..my son tonight."

He walked from the room, and Dean and Cas were left alone, as the angel stared Dean down and made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"James is very upset. Maybe we should..talk with our son tonight as well." He said quietly.

Dean thought about saying something rude again, that he was still uncomfortable with all this, that he was still angry about Cas's choice, but instead he chose to ignore all that. "Yeah." He cleared his thought and spoke up. "Yeah. I think we should."

He was shy and tentative in his moments, but he reached next to him and put his arm over his shoulder, slowly pulling him closer into a side-hug as Castiel rested his head on his shoulder.

"We're gonna figure this out, Cas. It's gonna be okay." Dean said, rubbing his shoulder a little.


"Henry?" James asked, he was sitting criss-cross on the bed, holding his ankles in his hands. Henry sat with his back to the headboard, his eyes were closed as he had his legs stretched out in front of him, concentrating.

"Shhh. Jimmy, I'm trying to scan for that demon right now. Don't break my concentration or I'll have to start all over." He said back in a sigh.

"That demon is the least of our problems right now!" James shot back, and Henry's blue-green eyes opened just a little, and he frowned.

"Don't make me regret letting you in here." He said quietly. "Right now, you're the only family I can stand."

James frowned a little, scooted over, and hugged him softly. "Sorry." He mumbled.

"But if you don't make the deal, I'll-"

Henry sighed in irritation. "You'd cease to exist, or be dead before you were even born. Yada yada, okay, I just want things to go back to normal." He emphasized. "Stop, you know, having everyone friggin' pitying me."

"What if we found another way?" James completely ignored his request.

"Maybe." Henry finally answered, letting his eyes slip closed. He concentrated on searching for the demon, traveling mentally over a radius, scanning for the reason they'd came.

"Oh my god-Henry!" James suddenly shrieked, and Henry's broad shoulders were suddenly roughly shaken as James gripped him and roughly shook him, his eyes sprung open.

"Jimmy, what?" He asked, confused by the sudden danger spilling from his dark blue eyes, his eyebrows high with shock.

"Jesus-look!" He tore his hand from Henry's shoulder and waggled the fingers in front of his cousin's face. His fingertips were completely transparent, and the skin faded down to the solid skin-color, returning to normal at the second joint.

"Ahhh!" Henry gripped his cousin's hand, bringing it right up to his nose and examining it up close. James tore it away and hugged it to his chest, his eyes wide and wild with fear as his chest rose and fell in bursts.

Henry looked at his own hands. "Holy shit!" He screamed out, seeing that his own hands had that ghostly, transparent fingers.

"Dude!" James yelled, gripping his cousin's shoulders tight. Henry was freaking out just as much as he was.

"James, man! What the fuck are we supposed to do?" Henry yelled back, they reached out and grasped their disappearing hands together.

"Why are you asking me?" James shot back, panicking.

"Henry?" Sam asked softly, opening the bedroom door.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" The two boys screamed, not expecting anyone to be outside, gripping tightly to each other and screaming their heads of like two little girls after a horror movie.