Author's Note: Don't worry, Corgimom! I'd never stop without telling you guys! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Claire, Gabriel, and Sam watched over father and son as they wept together. Gabriel had never seen his brother cry before. A single tear maybe, but nothing like this. He was quiet, standing near Sam on instinct as he watched his brother pick himself and his son up off the ground. Castiel's eyes were red rimmed from crying, but he could see the happiness there. He put his hands on Claire and Sam as Cas put his on Dean. Instantly, they were back at the cabin. Cas brought Dean back to the nursery while Sam and Gabriel went to the living room, leaving Claire torn between the two.

Finally, too curious for her own good, she followed Castiel and Dean. The nursery door was open a crack, so she looked inside.

Castiel finally took his seat in the rocking chair and pried Dean's arms from his neck so that he could look him in the eye. He waited for Dean to look him in the eye, and then pressed a kiss to his forehead. He still had a high fever. He ran a hand through his hair. He loved him so much.

"Daddy?"

"Yes baby?"

"Why are you crying?"

He didn't realize he still was. Absently, he wiped his face.

"Because I'm happy."

"You are?"

"Of course I am. You're home safe and sound. That's all that matters to me."

Dean shifted uncomfortably in his lap. Cas furrowed his brow.

"What is it, baby boy?"

"... You still want me?"

Complete shock crossed Castiel's face. It took him a moment to recover himself.

"Of course I want you! Sweetheart, why on earth would I not?" He said, stroking Dean's cheek affectionately.

Dean looked down. "They said you wouldn't want me anymore 'cause I'm broken."

"What makes you think you're broken?"

Hesitantly, Dean rolled up his sleeve. Castiel gasped.

His arms were covered in black and blue splotches. His wrists were red and bruised at the same time, and Castiel could have sworn something his arm was broken.

Dean, mistaking his gasp for one of disgust, quickly rolled his sleeve down.

"Oh sweetheart you don't think..." He trailed off. Dean didn't look Cas in the eye, confirming that that was exactly what he thought.

Cas pulled him close to his chest and rubbed his back gently.

"Dean, there is nothing in this world that could ever make me see you as broken. More than that, you aren't broken at all."

Dean looked up at him timidly. "I'm not?"

"No. And you'll never be broken. Not to me. You're my baby boy, and that means I think you're perfect just the way you are."

"Really?"

"I promise." He said, kissing his forehead again. "Now, let's get you feeling better, hmm?"

Dean nodded. Castiel pressed two fingers to his forehead and concentrated. When he put his hand down Dean rolled up his sleeve to see all of the bruises gone. He smiled.

"So you're not gonna decide you don't want me anymore?"

"Never, sweetheart. There's no one who could ever take your place. Nobody could make me smile like you do. No one could make me laugh the way you do. No one could make me proud the way you do. There's only room for one baby boy in my heart, and you're it." He said, tickling Dean under his chin, eliciting a small giggle from him.

"I love you Daddy." He said, snuggling into Cas sleepily. Cas stroked his hair and smiled.

"I love you too, buddy."

Claire smiled and made her way to the living room. Maybe she didn't quite understand what was going on here, but it didn't take much for her to see that this made Castiel and Dean very happy. Although she had to admit that seeing Dean sitting on the lap of what she still considered to be her father's body sent a pang of jealousy through her.

Sam and Gabriel were sitting on the couch, talking quietly to one another. To Gabriel it was clearly evident that seeing Dean so weak and defeated had shaken him up. Gabriel could see Sam's need to be little, so while Claire was gone (to the restroom, they presumed) he took the time to comfort his little boy.

"Daddy, what's gonna happen to Dean?" Sam had asked him.

"What do you mean, Sammy?"

"Is he gonna be okay?"

"Of course. He's just sick. He'll get better soon."

"I mean about being taken."

"I think he just needs some time with Uncle Cas and then he'll be fine." Gabriel promised. Sam nodded, but was still worried inside. Gabriel put an arm around his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. "He's going to be fine, Sammy. Trust me."

Sam sighed. "You really think so?"

"Yes I do."

"Okay Daddy. I trust you."

Gabriel ruffled his son's hair playfully. Sam smiled, full of boyish optimism. Gabriel put his arm down when Claire entered and smiled at her. She sat and spoke with them until Castiel came out fifteen minutes later. Gabriel was the first to speak.

"Hey Cassie. He asleep?"

"Yeah. From the looks of things he'll be that way for a while."

"Good. He looked exhausted."

"He is. I can't imagine what he's been through. There were bruises all over his body and I think one of his arms was broken..."

Gabriel winced. "You saved him, Cassie. Just focus on that."

"I can't stop thinking about the promise I made him. That Azrael would never hurt him again... And now look at him... I broke my promise..."

"Cassie, there was no way you could have known this would happen."

"Maybe. I just... I can't forgive myself. Not yet..."

"I understand."

Claire finally spoke up. "Could you guys give us a minute?"

Sam and Gabriel looked surprised, but nodded.

"We'll be in Sammy's room if you need us."

Castiel nodded, and watched as Sam and Gabriel exited the room before looking over to Claire.

It was time to tell her everything.