A/N- Here you go the true origins of Castiels trench coat.

Cas had accepted Brady as part of his mother's life. He tried to find something wrong with the guy but so far Brady seemed pure of heart and in love with Angie. He became a father figure to Sam, a role model to Dean and he accepted Cas as is, ruby slippers and all.

The more Cas spent time with him the more he felt there was something different about Brady besides looking like the love child of the Brawny paper towel guy and a Ken doll. There was something special, an energy he gave off that seemed a bit more than human. Cas told himself he was just imagining things, Brady was a regular guy and Cas was looking for something to find wrong.

If the Angel boy's powers were at full strength and fine tuned he would have realized that Brady was a Nephilim.

…..

It had been six months since the dust up with Zachariah. Brady had a heavy heart for a lot of different reasons. He hated to lie especially to Angie but was torn between the right thing to do and self preservation. Brady never expected to fall in love but the minute he laid eyes on Angela Novak his heart was lost to her.

Now here Brady was, watching her sleep and wanting to spill his guts. What was the point of holding onto love if it was built on a foundation of lies?

…

Dean was busy going through the racks of clothes at the thrift store with Sam while Cas wandered around looking for the holy grail of used clothing.

Cas had a dream about a specific trench coat and was sure it was an important sign. He felt deep down inside this coat would become an extension of him as a man and an Angel someday.

He went through racks and racks of jackets and coats to no avail. Finally in desperation Cas went to the cheery looking lady at the counter. She set down her issue of Soap Opera Digest with a photo of Eric Brady on the cover. "This better be important kid, I'm reading an article about Jensen Ackles," she let out a dreamy sigh, "that is one hot piece."

Cas looked at the cover and frowned, "Hmm, to each his own I guess. He's average at best. Anyway, do you have any more coats in back? I have something specific I need."

She glanced toward the swinging doors in back. "Knock on those doors and when Gary answers tell him Margie said you could look at the coats."

Cas thanked her then jogged over to the doors and knocking loudly. A skeezy looking character answered that looked like he should have a tracking device around his ankle. When Cas looked down sure enough, there it was.

Gary looked the bit of fluff over with his one good eye and growled, "What do you want buttercup?"

Cas stuck out his chin and used his ever deepening voice to its full effect, "Margie said I could look at the coats."

"Ok princess, come on back then."

Dean had heard the whole thing and yanked Cas back, "That guy has pervert written all over him. I can't leave you alone with someone like that!"

He shook Dean off, "I can take care of myself thank you. Really Dean you shouldn't be so judgmental." Cas marched in the back and the doors swung shut.

….

Sam had earned money that summer doing little chores around Angel Falls Orchard not all that far from Angie's house. He proudly put the shirts he picked out on the counter and stood next to Dean.

Margie put down her magazine again, "You boys ready to check out?"

Dean hitched his thumb toward the back, "In a minute, my buddy's back there with milky eye guy looking for a coat." He picked up the magazine and looked over Eric Brady, "good lookin' guy."

"Really, your little friend didn't think so."

…

Cas went through the racks and bins looking for the perfect coat. "Come on I can feel you here somewhere."

Gary pulled a trench coat out of a suit bag that had just come in from an estate. Cas let out an audible gasp, "That's it, the trench from my dreams!"

The pale khaki double breasted trench coat looked like new, "How much?"

"Aren't you gonna try it on kid?"

Cas took the trench and slipped it on then did a spin, "How do I look?"

Gary marked a tag at a dollar and handed it to Cas, "Like you need to grow two sizes."

Cas grinned, "Great, I'm still growing."

Before he left Cas asked why Gary had a tracking device around his ankle.

The milky eyed guy wiggled his brows, "Because I'm a pervert."

Cas let out a squeak and scurried through the swinging doors.

…..

Dean glanced at Cas as they were driving home. His boyfriend looked like the cat that ate the canary. "That coat is pretty big on you."

Cas was humming a tune and watching the trees whip by as the Impala roared its way down the road. He was all smiles and in his own little world again.

"Earth to Cas, will I have to compete with that Bogart reject of a trench for your heart because you seem pretty in love with it."

"Hmm…my holy trench coat? I love it but not as much as you Dean."

Sam suffered in the backseat and they teased each other with sexy puns and innuendos, "Hey, impressionable twelve year old kid back here!"

"Sorry Sammy."

…..

December 25th 1996

Angie heard the boys pounding down the stairs like a herd of buffalo in their excitement over Christmas morning. She took a moment to look at her own unwrapped gift resting beside her.

Brady had been sleeping there at least four nights a week not that Angie was complaining. When he left she always felt an emptiness inside of her. She was in love with him so the Hunter figured this next step made sense.

Angie trailed her nails down his long, thick cock at rest against his muscular thigh, "Wake up sunshine." It twitched and plumped a bit but stayed in place.

Brady opened his eyes and smiled at his buxom beauty, "Merry Christmas."

She set a little box on his chest, "Merry Christmas."

He turned the box in his hands afraid to open it up, "It's not an engagement ring is it?"

"Just open it."

Brady opened the little box and inside was a key attached to a glittery heart keychain.

Angie knelt at his side, excited to see his reaction. "It's a key to my house…move in with me. You're here more than any place else anyway and I think this is going to work out. I finally found someone I can trust with my boys and my heart."

Brady got up and paced the room rubbing the heart between his fingers. He couldn't look her in the eye as he tried to think of the best way to tell her the truth. The direct approach seemed best with Angie; she had little tolerance for bullshit.

He set the key on the nightstand. "Angela I have something to tell you before you give me this key. I only ask that you hear me out."

Her features went from giddy anticipation to grim in a second, "Oh god…you have a wife somewhere don't you. Maybe some kids sprinkled around? I knew you were too perfect."

He closed his eyes and seemed to be concentrating very hard. Brady grimaced as his back split open and two wings slowly emerged. There was no stunning color displays or heavenly light surrounding them like Castiel's.

They were beautiful but very natural looking if such a thing was possible attached to a man's back. They were ivory with tinges of blood at the tips. Brady wasn't used to showing them; in fact he spent his life hiding that part of himself so doing this came with a measure of pain.

Angie took a step back hitting the bed with the backs of her knees and sat. "What are you?"

"Nephilim but my powers aren't very impressive. I'm keenly in tune to human emotion, I have wings and can travel some distance, I'm very strong…that's it. My father apparently was an Angel and my mother was a checker at a small grocery store, you know just a typical one night stand thing. I was dumped the moment she knew I was different. I was bounced from foster home to foster home and took off when I was sixteen pulling myself out of the system. There you go Angela, my life story."

Angie's eyes traveled over the wings attached to the big naked male, if anything they made Brady even more handsome. "I have a combo platter son so if you expect this to shock me it doesn't. I'm pissed off you didn't tell me until now, I want everything out on the table."

His wings slowly folded and worked their way back inside, flattening and meddling somehow with his body. He sat on a ladder back chair by the window, hands folded neatly on his lap.

"There aren't many of us, we are hunted constantly. Zachariah made me an offer, ingratiate myself to you. As Cas approaches eighteen my job was to convince you and Cas that his place in Heaven is written in stone, that he has no choice in the matter and if he denies his calling then Castiel and the Winchester boys will lose God's favor."

Angie was crestfallen. She slipped on her flannel robe and took the key off the nightstand. "Is that true?"

"Brady shrugged, "I don't know really, I doubt it because Zach and the rest are a real bag of dicks. I doubt God has anything to do with this. I'm sorry Angie, I went along with it for self preservation but I never expected to fall in love."

She was crying quietly as she pointed to the door, "Leave."

"I swear Angie if it's the last thing I do I'll make this up to you and boys."

He dressed quickly and left, there was nothing more to say.

…

Sam spotted Brady heading toward the front door and he ran after him grabbing the back of the man's coat, "you can't go, we got stuff to open and I have something for you."

Sam handed him a badly wrapped package, "Open it."

Brady smiled down at Sam and tousled his hair, "Thanks Sam." He opened it up and inside was a little suede drawstring bag filled with something fragrant. It was attached to a cord.

"I made the bag myself in arts and crafts. It has herbs and a few other things for protection when you go hunting. Everyone is getting one for Christmas; we've had enough bad stuff happen to us."

Brady slipped it over his head, lifted Sam off the ground in a bear hug and then left without a word.

…..

Christmas was filled with unanswered questions about Brady. Angie only explained the problems were between them and the boys didn't need the details. Sam seemed the most affected by him leaving and didn't talk much the rest of the day. He spent his time reading books Bobby sent him. They had dinner and then dessert in the living room.

Brady had bought the boys a gaming system and a raft of games which took Sam out of his funk. Angie challenged him to "Death Eaters" a first person shooter. The pair had a great time stuffing themselves with cookies in between screaming and laughing as they fought their way through a zombie hoard.

That was fine with Ollie; he was on the dining room table nibbling left over ham. It was a good Christmas for the tabby.

…..

The glow from the heavens bathed the two young lovers as they coupled under the skylight. Cas was wearing his open trench coat at Dean's request because the Hunter now found it sexy as hell. He stared up at his dolly absolutely smitten with the Angel boy.

Cas was happily impaled on his soul mates dick sliding up and down it slowly with hands braced on Dean's chest. His blue eyes gave off a soft blue light that showed Dean how much he was loved. That shade was reserved just for Dean. Both could have said, "I love you" but actions spoke louder than words.

Afterward Dean cuddled Cas in his arms. "Just think, next year we're going to be seniors. It's funny because when I first came to Angel Falls I didn't give a shit about school and wanted to quit. If I had never met you Cas that's what would have happened. You're the only reason I'm trying to graduate at all."

"Dean, I don't think you ever got credit for how smart you are. I saw it in you the first time we met. That and I noticed your nice ass next."

Dean chuckled calling Cas a pervert.

"Seriously Dean, you don't know the power that ass has, this summer when you got a tan and then took off your clothes I jizzed myself looking at those firm, white creamy butt cheeks."

"Geez Cas I hope you don't jizz in those porno shorts because it might run out the leg.

They both broke out laughing then rolled around awhile kissing like crazy. When Cas stopped his giggling jag he grabbed Dean by the hand and dragged him to the window, "Are you ready for your Christmas gift?"

He hesitated, "I'm not sure about this Babe."

….

Cas was naked, wings spread and arms wrapped tight about Dean who changed into sweats, a parka, boots, gloves and a hat. "What if you drop me?"

Cas shouted into the winter night sky, "Never, I'm Peter Pan and you're my Wendy!" He launched them off the roof and soared straight up into the air.

Dean yelled, "Where are we going?"

Cas yelled back, "Second star to the right and straight on till morning!"

"No, no, no! No quoting Peter Pan!"

Dean screamed like a big girl and squeezed his eyes shut. Oh my god I'm gonna die!" He felt them dip and loop as the Angel whooped and laughed.

"Open your eyes Dean its beautiful!"

Dean opened his eyes expecting them to freeze out of the sockets but he was surrounded by surprising warmth. It was Castiel giving off heat to keep his lover warm. They swooped down the main street of sleep Angel Falls and toured the Christmas light displays. Next was over the forest near the school and through the clearing.

"Cas this is awesome!"

After awhile Castiel became weary and brought them back home safe and sound. He tucked Dean in and turned on the space heater the curled up next to him. "Did you have fun?"

Dean was still grinning, "I thought I'd hate flying but…wow thanks."

"I love you Dean."

"I love you too Babe."

….

Dean and Cas had their seventeenth birthdays without much incident and for them that was a gift in itself.

Angie got them a cake at Angel Falls Bakery. She bought for all three of the boys a home computer she put in a neutral area of the house and said it was everyone's birthday gift for the year. Sam almost peed his pants when he saw it; the boy was in geek heaven.

Angie also gave Cas a gift card to Maurice's clothing store at the mall and gave Dean a gas card with fifty dollar limit. It was another memorable birthday especially for Sam and Dean.

…

February 1997

Brady stood outside the ring of fire containing the Angel. "Just toss it out to me and I promise to let you go. I don't have any beef with you."

The Angel in the vessel of a young policeman hissed at him."You are a freak. A blight on humanity and in the eyes of Heaven. Nephilim, Hunter, liar, betrayer, abomination. It's my duty to kill you."

"I've heard it all before, just give me the weapon."

They played the waiting game for a very long time. Finally the Angel had to admit to himself that the creature in front of him wouldn't give up.

A blade dropped from his sleeve and he tossed it over the flames. Brady picked it up and slid it in his belt. He ran his boot through the ring making a path for the Angel. "Don't try to kill me, I'm on the top of someone else's list and I'm sure he wouldn't want to be denied the pleasure when the time comes."

Brady knew what he had to do, there was no way an Angel right from the source would keep his mouth shut, especially with such an obvious hatred for Nephilim. As the Angel stepped through with fury blazing in his eyes Brady swung the blade and took care of any potential problems.

TBC