Since Claire was now gone, the four of them brought playtime back into the living room. Sam was extremely engaged in his playing, making noises, moving people, and just being more involved in general. Dean was only playing a little bit. It wasn't that he didn't want to play, he just didn't feel good enough to do it well. So he chose to stay back with his Daddy for the most part. Castiel hadn't had much of a chance to attempt to treat his cold, mostly because it had evolved so fast that he hadn't been able to pinpoint what it was and cure it. But he wasn't worried about that today.

He really should have been.

Dean was building a castle out of blocks when a strange metallic taste entered his mouth. He spat his pacifier out on instinct. It wasn't supposed to taste like that... Was it? He felt his mind growing confused and fuzzy. His arm began to tingle in an odd way, and he felt himself losing control of his bladder and bowels. The former may have happened often, but the latter never had. What was wrong with him?! He didn't have time to ponder the question. He felt detachment from his body occur. It was like he was looking down at someone else when the answer to what he was feeling finally made itself clear.

"Dean, why did you spit out your paci, sweetheart? That isn't like you." Said Cas. But Dean didn't answer him. "Dean?" He asked, gently shaking his shoulder. But Dean was staring at something none of them could see- it was a hallucination of his Momma.

"Dean," She whispered, "Sweetheart, you're alright. You're just going to have a seizure."

As soon as she said it, he jerked upward and fell to the floor, landing face up on the ground.

They all rushed to his side immediately, and after no more than two seconds of stillness, the convulsions began. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a scream just before he began to jerk.

He knew they were all talking to him, but he couldn't hear them. It was like hearing things under water- muffled and distant. His vision was shaking and black in some parts, and tunneled in others. The only one he constantly saw was his Momma. Maybe she wasn't a hallucination- maybe she was an angel sent to watch over him. The points of the thought were scattered in his mind as he tried to piece them together, but failed. His language had left him, and when he tried to speak all that came out was a grunt. He was jerking violently. Somehow, that was clear. The faces of people he should have been able to recognize swam in front of his vision. He saw their mouths moving, talking to him, but he couldn't make anything out. Momma was the only one he could hear. She told him she was timing his seizure and that he was alright, he would be okay. He saw her ghostly touch come and smooth his hair soothingly. He focused on that- or at least he tried to. There was only so much he could do. Consciousness was not constant and he weaved in and out of it.

The second his body hit the floor, Castiel sprang into action. He hurriedly took off his trench coat and folded it up into a makeshift pillow and turned Dean onto his side. He gently rubbed Dean's back, whispering soothing reassurances into his ear. Before they had ever started this lifestyle, he had made a point of it to read up on any possible illnesses that could befall a human. He knew that this was a seizure, and he knew exactly what to do to take care of it. Sam and Gabriel, however, weren't as ready for this as he was. Sam sat by his brother, crying quietly as he watched him jerking on the ground. Gabriel had both hands on Sam's shoulders, trying to comfort him as best he could.

The jerking slowly came to a stop over the course of five minutes, and Dean started gasping for air. Castiel could hear his struggle to breathe, and felt guilt well up inside of him. Why hadn't he done anything? Slowly, Dean's breathing evened out, and Castiel checked his mouth for any vomit before laying him on his back and stroking his hair. His green eyes were glassy, but slowly came into focus again. He looked up at Castiel, confused.

"Daddy?"

Castiel sighed in relief. "Hey buddy."

"What happened?"

"You just had a seizure but you're okay now."

Dean frowned, brow furrowed. Castiel put a hand to his forehead, trying to find out the problem. Once he saw inside Dean's mind, he understood. He led Dean back to the nursery to get him changed. When they came back out, they saw Gabriel comforting Sam. Dean let go of his Daddy's hand and went over to give his brother a hug. It calmed Sam down almost instantly.

"Sorry Sammy." He whispered. Sam smiled.

"Thanks."

Dean nodded, then yawned. Castiel ran a hand through his hair.

"Are you tired, sweetheart?" He nodded. Castiel picked him up. "Come on, let's get you back in bed."

Castiel carried him back to the nursery and made sure that he was comfortable before laying him down. He waited until Dean was sleeping to leave. He was about to go back out to the living room when he saw Sam's door open. Gabriel was reading him a story and trying to settle him down for a nap, but Sam wasn't having it. Cas went in and knelt by Sam's bed.

"Sammy, Dean's not going anywhere right now. If anything happened to him I promise I would wake you up. But you both need to get some rest now, okay? When you wake up Dean will be there to play with you. Alright?"

Sam nodded and yawned. "'Kay. Night Daddy. Night Uncle Cas."

"Goodnight Sammy." They said together before leaving the room.