Summary: Set from Dean's POV and in my version of life after the Apocalypse. A bit angsty at first but hopefully romantic and funny later. Please, please, please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or its characters.

Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel

SECOND CHANCES

Chapter Twenty-One

As if it weren't bad enough that Lucy had been attacked by something, things got worse when Castiel and I heard sudden screams coming from our son as he rolled around on the play mat on his stomach. I went to pick him up and lifted up his shirt at the back to see the last letter being scrawled into his back. The scratched message read: Bring us back our King.

"Dean…what is it?" Castiel asked in a panicked tone, moving closer to see the damage done to our little boy whose body was wracked with sobs.

He gasped and covered his mouth with his hand as he read the message.

"Demons, Dean…it has to be!" He exclaimed as he gently (so damn gently) dabbed the wounds with warm water.

John cried again through the pain and Castiel covered his eyes with his hand, a series of sobs coming out.

"God, I'm really hurting him." He whispered as tears fell from his eyes.

Wiping them with the back of his hand, he continued to tend to the wounds.

"I am gonna find out which demon's doing this to our babies and I am going to kill it."

When John saw the washcloth near his back again he screamed at Castiel, so terrified both our hearts broke into millions of pieces.

"NO, DADDA! NO!"

Castiel bit back a sob and kissed our son's head.

"I'm sorry, Johnny…I'm so sorry."

As the washcloth touched his back again, our baby screamed so loud it hurt our ears. Castiel dropped the washcloth into the water and put his hands in his hair.

"Dean, I can't do this…" He breathed, "I'm sorry…I can't…"

I nodded and kissed his lips before Castiel held John as close to him as possible since there was a bathtub blocking his way, kissing our little boy's cheek before leaving the bathroom.

There was a knock at the door about ten seconds later and Archangel Raphael entered, sitting beside me.

"I know he hurts, Dean. That is why I am here." Raphael said, lifting our wounded child out of the water, "I've healed Lucy's mark. We've traced the demons that have harmed your babies and they have been killed."

With his hand hovering over the wounds, Raphael healed my son and then wrapped him in a towel before passing him back to me. I gripped him tight and cuddled him close to my chest.

"Be assured that Father has put a fair few extra locks on Hell. He has put two strong soldiers from each garrison on guard by each gateway to Hell to make sure no demons get out.

I nodded, trying not to sob.

"Thank you. Thank you all." I whispered finally, "Does Cas know?"

"He's just being told by Uriel now." Raphael replied, "You are a good father, Dean Winchester. Always remember that."

And with that he was gone.

I held Castiel tightly in my arms that night, stroking soothing fingers through his thick locks as he sighed into my chest. Lucy and John slept in the crib right by the foot of the bed, their tiny snores drifting through the room.

"He was so afraid of me…" Castiel whispered suddenly, "The look in his eyes, Dean…it broke my heart."

"I know." I replied, "But he was afraid of the washcloth hurting him, not you."

"Why our babies?" Castiel asked, "What did they ever do wrong?"

"They didn't do anything wrong ever…The demons were just doing it to get back at us for sending them all back to Hell."

"So help me, Dean, if one more demon touches my babies, if one more Supernatural anything touches my babies then I am going to hunt it down and kill it myself." Castiel growled.

I smiled and kissed Castiel's head as he snuggled further into my arms.

"And I'll be right there with you," I whispered, kissing his head again, "All the way."

-TBC-