Nemamiah was as content as any kid with a TV and a couch could be; blissfully zoned out, watching Animal Planet. After about an hour of focused attention on the TV, Dean got up to discuss plans with both Sam and Bobby.

"We need to get her clothes." Dean determined. "And shoes, and... well, everything..."

"Local department store is open until 10," Bobby informed him. Sam rubbed his forehead thinking through the long night and day they'd had.

"She can't walk in with wings," Sam said. "So we could either try to well... size her or wait until she learns to hide them." Bobby ran his hand through his beard.

"An' I suppose you all need a place to bunk," Bobby grumbled.

"Well Hell..." Dean looked around the book stacked house. "Cot in the panic room, couch, floor. You don't mind, do ya, Bobby?"

"Sometimes I should," Bobby grumbled. "And since Cas is graceless, I can't exactly get flown upstairs to my bed. So the couch is mine." Dean and Sam never brought up the idea of making Bobby's house wheel chair accessible. The old man would throw a fit.

"We could use some food," Sam said after a moment. None of them had eaten in several hours. Dean remembered the last thing he ate was that breakfast sandwich that Castiel had turned down before his severance. That felt like weeks ago.

"Yeah, food, then plan," Dean agreed and looked back to Nemamiah and Castiel. Nemaniah looked fine but Castiel was sitting in his seat, eyes closed with his one hand covering half his face, keeping him upright from the verge of sleep. Dean walked over to him and rested a hand on Castiel's shoulder. His body jerked and he sat up straighter, a half yawn leaving him. "Hey, how you holding up?"

"Mm." Castiel shook his head carefully, his back cracking as he stretched forward and his face contorted with the pain of it. "Not very well." Castiel ran his hands down his head and face.

"Well, Hell, I can only imagine." Dean watched Castiel's shoulders slump again and he looked up at Dean with heavy lidded eyes which were surrounded by dark circles; he looked paler than usual. "How about you get some sleep?"

"No, no." Castiel tucked his hands into his lap so his arms would prop him up better. "Nemamiah was just split. I need to be up. Watchful." He blinked hard and a twitch ran though his body to fight the on coming exhaustion. "I don't need sleep."

"You look like you do." Dean gestured to the hallway. "Pregnant or not, you just gave birth to a kid with wings. You should rest up." Castiel took a deep breath and shook his head, his eyes closed.

"I should be up, I have to watch her," Castiel murmured, fading to half coherency again.

"Cas. Me, Sam, and Bobby are here," Dean reminded him and Castiel blinked hard to try to focus. Dean hoped it was something Castiel could recover from as a human. He did just have his grace torn out. Or half his grace. Dean didn't even know if Castiel had an ounce of grace left in him. "We can handle a little babysitting." Castiel pursed his lips and looked to Nemamiah, who was watching them instead of her TV program. Then the audible sound of Castiel's belly whining could be heard and Dean gave a sad chuckle. Castiel was a wreck. "Sleep and food."

"I still feel rather nauseous." Castiel admitted and leaned forward, hiding his face with his hands again, "And I'm not sure which is more painful. My head, my stomach, or my spine..."

"One thing at a time." Dean gave in to a sympathetic rub to the back of Castiel's neck, despite Sam and Bobby watching. Castiel just looked that bad.

"We're all hungry," Sam said as he lifted up a Chinese menu from among Bobby's clutter. "How about I order food, and until then Cas can go rest?" Castiel ran his hands down his face with a heavy sigh.

"I suppose rest is in order," Castiel relented. Dean was please that Castiel seemed to accept his fate of sleeping to heal up. Though when Castiel rocked forward to stand, he sat again with a grimace of pain.

"Come 'ere you." Dean took Castiel's elbow to help him up and Castiel stood better with the support.

"May as well use my bed since I ain't," Bobby grumbled, almost sounding sympathetic, but managed to sound bitter because of the very fact of it.

"See, an actual bed and everything," Dean encouraged and Nemamiah pushed herself from the couch and trotted over to them both. She took Castiel's hand in hers and Castiel looked down at her and smiled faintly as he returned the squeeze.

"Tired, Miah?" Dean asked and she shook her head no.

"Father, I'll watch over you." She tugged on Castiel's hand.

"You may if you wish." Castiel smiled a little more, but at the same time, looked more exhausted for it.

"Yes." Nemamiah nodded and Dean lead them both upstairs. Dean found Bobby's room, which was plain, with a few left over decorations from his wife. There were just nick-knacks, like some flower cross stitch and a quilt that normally didn't go over a bachelor's bed; only a widower's. Castiel was leaning heavily on Dean by the time they got there and Dean directed him to plop him down on the bed. "You're a wreck," Dean commented. Castiel did not even bother to comment, he just kicked off his shoes and tried to shrug off his trench coat with little success. Dean helped him peel it off and Nemamiah clambered into an empty spot on the bed. Dean grimaced because Sam's shirt only went to her tights when her wings were moving about. It was so odd, seeing the large hump behind her; made her look like a tiny Igor.

"Dean." Castiel had scooted under the covers and was laying down with his head on the pillow.

"Mm, yeah?" Dean looked down at Castiel, who's eyes closed.

"Thank you." There was a warm swell in Dean's chest and a smile tugged at his lips.

"Told you we'd get through this," Dean said. Nemamiah knelt on the quilt, acting as a guard dog or something. Dean wondered mildly if nephilim slept. "So, Sam's ordering. What do ya want before you black out on me?"

"Beef," Castiel murmured. "I'm craving red meats."

"Got ya." Dean looked at Nemamiah who was observing quietly from her spot next to Castiel. "How about you, half-pint?"

"Food?" She asked and Dean wondered if nephilim ate, or if they were more angel and didn't need to.

"Yeah. I guess you've never had anything to eat before." Dean barely remembered the lollipop stick that had been in her mouth on the car trip home. She put her fingers to her mouth for a moment as her new little brain ticked away in though.

"Red. And Sweet." She finally said and Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Um... sweet and sour chicken it is." Dean looked back down at Castiel, who's eyes were closed, breath evening out. Dean looked back at Nemamiah. "If you get bored, feel free to come back downstairs, Okay?" She nodded.

"Okay," She said agreeably and Dean looked at them both for a moment. Castiel was comatose and Dean decided it was better for him to be until he was healed up.

"Alright." Dean paused, watching Nemamiah shift back and forth, getting comfortable and sitting on her dirty feet. Her wings were twitching under the shirt and she pulled at the shoulder of the shirt, as though they were bothering her. "Got wing cramps or something?"

"The shirt bends my feathers." She said with a slight crinkle in her nose. Dean smirked a bit, cause damn it, she was a cute kid.

"Come here." Dean leaned over and Nemamiah scooted over to him obediently. It was one of Sam's loose ones, so on Nemamiah, the neck was extra big, almost off of her shoulder. He took the collar and stretched the neck back.

"Let's see if we can fix that." He tugged the back of the collar down, careful not to choke her. "Can you lift that wing up?" He'd only caught glimpses of them when Castiel split, so he got a better look when one squeezed though the neck it nearly smacked him in the face as it shook itself out. She let out a sigh of relief and Dean assisted the other wing out as well, the elastic in the neck snapped as he stretched it and he guided out the soft down limb out with a hand. Sam's shirt was stretched out, but at least all her limbs were free and she immediately, very naturally, curled one wing under her arm so she could start fixing her black feathers. The other wing shook itself out and stretched wide.

"Neck's not too tight, is it?" He asked and she shook her head.

"No." She gave him one of those Castiel smiles. The soft one with a head tilt. "Thank you, dad." Dean smiled and ruffled her hair. It gave him this warm feeling when ever she called him that.

"Lemme know if he wakes up or you need anything." Dean reminded her and she nodded before he backed out to leave them be. Dean took a deep breath and stared downstairs slowly. He was still processing the wings and the fact that she was already far older looking than he thought she'd be. And the whole dad thing. He was still getting used to that. It felt weird. But it felt good.

"Dean?" Sam asked as he was jotting down what they were ordering on a scrap piece of paper. Dean walked into the library with Bobby and Sam again. "You okay?"

"Huh? Yeah." Dean rubbed the back of his neck. "You're not going to miss that shirt, are you?" Sam slowly lifted one brow.

"Why?" Sam asked and Dean thumbed to the stairway.

"The neck is gonna be all stretched to hell because it was mangling her wings." Dean shrugged. Sam sighed but after a moment he shrugged, trying to be indifferent.

"Well, it was an old shirt," Sam muttered. Hunting did tend to put a short life span on most of their clothing. Dean added his, Nemamiah's, and Castiel's orders to Sam's list and also added 10 extra egg rolls but Sam purposely annoyed Dean by saying only 6 egg rolls and 4 spring rolls.