This time stamp is dedicated to felicianoludwig who gave me the wonderful prompt of when Cas and Dean met. This may be a little short and I apologize for any mistakes.

Mary watched with a soft smile as her three year old son spun around in the grass, his peals of laughter making her giggle. He was such a beautiful little boy...light golden brown hair that was so soft under her fingers and those eyes...they were so much like John's it took her breath away. But her favorite...were the freckles that decorated his nose and cheeks. It was adorable and she loved kissing all over his face to make him laugh.

She really couldn't wait to have another baby.

There was a sharp cry and Mary shot up from the bench, her heart shooting up into her throat when she didn't see Dean. There was another young woman with striking red hair rushing towards the playground and she followed, expecting to find her son hurt. But instead she found Dean hugging a smaller boy who was crying softly.

"Oh baby! What happened?" the other woman cried crouching down. The other little boy's bottom lip jutted out only to move closer to Dean. Mary was happily surprised to see her son only hug him tighter, his little hand rubbing his arm.

"He fell..." Dean said simply pointing to the little boy's knee. The other woman sighed, reaching out to roll her son's pant leg up. Sure enough there was a scratch but didn't look too deep.

"I have some first aid if you need it," Mary offered.

"Thank you so much...I'd appreciate it. Is this your son?" she asked giving a fond smile to Dean.

"Sure is...my little protector," she grinned. Dean beamed up at her and helped the little boy up. The two women let their son's lead the way back over to the bench, barely able to hear Dean's little voice.

"I'm Anna...Anna Novak," she said with a warm smile. Mary took her hand in a firm squeeze and returned the smile.

"Mary Winchester...that's my son Dean."

"My son Castiel...they seem to have taken to each other," Anna grinned. Mary looked over at the two boys, her heart warming at the sight of Dean fumbling with neosporin. Castiel just looked at him almost in awe.

"They sure have," Mary said softly.

Dean patted his new best friend's knee gently, his face scrunched up with determination to not hurt him anymore. Busted knees hurt, he knew that from experience...it was almost the worst kind of pain. He had watched his friend chase after something only to trip and fall against the black surface by the playground.

"You ok?" Dean asked softly. He met really dark blue eyes and smiled. His friend had finally stopped crying and was watching him with wide eyes.

"Mmhmm...thank you," he whispered. Dean shrugged, helping him pull his pant leg back down.

"I'm Dean," he said after a few moments of silence. Castiel gave him a huge smile, his little fingers pushing up the glasses that sat on his nose.

"Castiel..."

"Casttelle?

"Cas...tea...ell"

"Cas?"

"Ok..."

"You're my best friend now ok?" Dean said giving him a stern look. Cas blushed but nodded eagerly.

"Can you be mine too?"

"Of course! C'mon Cas...we're gonna be friends forever!" Dean cried happily dragging his new best friend to show off to his mom.