Dean spent his week caring for and watching over his wife and baby. Parenting came naturally to Dean. He helped raise Sam and now with his own daughter it was a piece of cake. It was exhausting but Dean thrived on taking care of the two most important people in his life.

Cassie on the other hand was still trying to wrap her mind around the great responsibility of caring for this fragile little human that was so dependent on her. She wanted to be the best mother she could to Dawn.

Considering Castiel's strange childhood trapped and hidden away from most of the outside world in a bi-lingual home consisting of a loving but timid mother and an a physically and mentally abusive father some would have found it amazing that Cassie had the ability to care for an infant at all.

Castiel was loved unconditionally by his mother who always tried her best to make up for the massive shortcomings of his father. That coupled with Ellen taking in the fourteen year old and raising Castiel as her son were enough examples to give Cassie her nurturing spirit.

Dean assured his wife that once she was healed up and got her energy back things would be easier.

He knew he would have to tell Cassie about the court papers. There was a date set for a hearing just a month away. It was difficult considering what she had been through.

They were expected to be off the farm in a matter of days until after the hearing. Dean had spoken with John and the grandfather was more than happy to let the three of them move into the downstairs master bedroom he had originally fixed up for Dean after he returned from England.

Josie and Dell would return to the tiny apartment above the bar that Benny still worked at and Mama Lafitte would live in the apartment above the diner.

They were temporary fixes to a larger problem but for now it would have to suffice.

….

Cassie stared down at her plate too upset to think of eating. Dean told her everything. They needed to leave only temporarily he assured her just until after the court hearing.

Dean gave his love an easy smile and acted as if everything was alright. Inside Dean wanted to strangle Pastor Brown with a length of barbed wire.

To cheer his wife up Dean went to get the box Sam had found in the barn. "I would have given you this earlier but you were pretty spent this week. Sammy and Molly found it stuck in the crook of a couple barn beams."

Her big blue eyes lit up and she reached for the box he was holding, "Gimme!'

"No way, you have to eat something first." Dean pointed to the plate, "how about some mashed potatoes and some string beans?'

Cassie made a frownie face, "I guess."

Dean took the fork and stabbed a bean holding it up to her mouth, "Come on, open wide for daddy." He gave a dirty chuckle, "I hope I'm saying that for another reason pretty soon."

He got the stink eye from his wife, "I mean months from now and only if you want to do it and your pussy is in first class condition. Wait…I didn't mean it like that, I mean when your snatch feels better…crap, I…"

"Hush Dean."

She ate her food as Dean put it, "Like a good girl" and then Cassie got the box.

Cassie's face lit up like a Christmas tree when she saw her name on the top, "This has to be from my mother."

"Yeah Babe, your mom really loved you."

She frowned at the box and then at Dean, "It's locked."

Dean sat on the bed next to her and pulled out a leather roll from his jacket, "No problem, I can pick it."

"Since when can you pick locks?"

"There's a lot of neat stuff you don't know about me."

Dean cursed a blue streak as he struggled with the stubborn lock, "Stupid piece of shit lock, open up damn it!"

Dell crawled inside the inviting room with the crack in the door and all the fun noises. He pulled himself up by using the bedspread as an anchor and smiled at Dean and Cassie.

Dean lifted Dell onto his lap and messed up the babies curls, "Hey little buddy, what's up?"

Dell apparently had excellent hearing and a rapidly growing vocabulary. He pointed to the locked box with the lock pick stuck in the opening and said, "Shit."

Just then the lock popped open. Dean said, "Dell you have magic swearing powers!"

Cassie took the box and opened up the lid. Inside was an envelope with her name written in delicate, spidery handwriting, underneath it said "Open this first." She took it out and under that was a smaller box.

Curious, Dean tried to peek, "What is it Angel?"

"I'm supposed to read the letter first."

She unfolded the yellowed piece of paper inside and read it to herself.

"Dearest Castiel,

The contents of this box belong to you. There are treasures my family brought from the Old Country and the rest I accumulated from Lawrence. It should stay our little secret.

Please don't be stuck on sentiment, sell the treasures and use the money to take care of yourself.

Chin up sweetheart. I know a man will come along someday that will love and cherish you. Not only accept your differences but embrace them as something marvelous. You are too special and loveable to live your life alone.

I'm very sick. By the time you receive this box I'll have been gone for a long time. Don't spend your precious moments grieving me. This life we are given is just a stop on a much greater journey.

I saw a handsome, tall young man in my mind's eye with the gift of foresight and a spiritual connection to the other side. Thank him for finding this box at the time when you needed it most.

Te iubescingerasul meu.

Mom xoxo

Castiel handed the letter to Dean. After reading the touching message Dean had tears in his eyes that he scrubbed away with a shirt sleeve.

Dean pointed to the words he didn't understand, "What does that mean?"

"It means, "I love you my little angel."

…..

They curled up together on the bed with Dell now sleeping in the crib and Dawn in Cassie's arms. She was happily latched onto a nipple oblivious to what her parents were about to discover.

Cassie looked to Dean, "Ready?"

"Ready."

They opened the lid together.

Dean let out a low whistle. He picked out a ring from the pile of jewelry, gemstones and gold coins. He held it up to the window and when the sun struck it just right a rainbow of colors decorated the walls around them.

"Cas is this a real diamond?!"

Cassie's mouth worked with no words coming out. She finally managed to say, "I think so Comoara."

"Holy crap, do you know what this means?"

She nodded and smiled, "Yes, my love, we will be safe from financial hardship."

Dean draped an arm around Cassie's shoulders and kissed her.

"Life is really going our way."

…..

Attorney Baker whistled just like Dean had when he first saw the contents of the box. "Where did you find this again…wait, don't tell me! I don't want to know. This is incredible!"

Cassie clutched Dean's hand tightly for support. "I don't know what to do with it all. I've never had money before or treasures except for my husband and child. What do we do?"

"If you trust me Cassie I'll get everything appraised. If you're agreeable I can arrange for buyers to come look at the contents and make an offer. Of course you can say no at any time. With the money I can set you up with a trusted financial advisor and he'll be able to guide you on the best way to make this last for a lifetime."

The couple looked at one another then Dean spoke for them both, "We trust you."

…

"Sam…Sam, wake up."

Sam opened his eyes to find Cassie sitting on the edge of his bed "Is everything ok?"

She lightly ran her fingers over his cheek, "Everything is wonderful. I want to thank you for finding that box."

Sam never told her who actually guided him to the box but now was as good a time as any, "Your mom came to me while I was cleaning the attic. I saw her several times after that and Molly even saw Tasaria. Please don't think I'm crazy, it's true but I can't really explain how it all happened."

Cassie handed Sam the letter, "I believe you. It was my mom that wanted me to thank you although I would have anyway. You are a very special man Sam Winchester."

…

Pastor Brown drummed his fingers on Rothschild's desk with a scowl on his face. He didn't like what his attorney was telling him, not one bit.

"So what are you saying, there is no chance of me claiming that farm?"

"There is a chance but it's very slim. I want you to aware going into court. At this point you've spent plenty on trying to push this through. What do you want with that farm anyway?"

Brown leaned toward his attorney with the same scowl on his face, "Are you getting soft on me Rothschild? I though you hated that little slut and her husband as much as I do. After all she rejected your son. Jack got a busted nose because of Dean Winchester. Would you let them get away with harming your own blood?"

The attorney ran his hands through his silver mane of hair and twirled his chair away from Brown to look out the window at the busy main street below. The way he felt about life in general had changed since Jack was drafted.

"It all seems so petty. Holding a grudge over my kid getting a poke in the nose he well deserved. Jack terrified and manhandled a pregnant girl and her fiancée punched him. Sounds like justice to me.

What Jack didn't deserve is getting drafted into this horrible war.

Did you know the Winchester boy was crippled in the line of duty? His buddy Lafitte lost an arm. Both of them are family men with babies. When I've checked into their backgrounds trying find some dirt for court all I found were decent young people trying to make it.

He twirled his chair back to face the pastor, "Yup, you could say I've gotten very soft. I'll still help you and you'll still pay me but after this don't ask me to represent you again. I'm retiring just like my partner. Do you know what I want to do after I retire?"

Brown sputtered, "I could care less!"

"I want to take up fishing to pass the time. When Jack is back safe then I'm going to go fishing with my son. I'm going to apologize for his mother and I spoiling him rotten and then I'll tell Jack I love him."

…..

Pastor Brown was born to kind, loving, doting parents. The Browns could never figure out why their sweet baby turned into such a nasty little boy who grew into a nasty and bitter man. His grandfather told his daughter Sally that some people are just born bad.

Years later when both parents died in an automobile accident the young pastor had no idea. He had to be tracked down and told the news. Brown didn't even attend the funeral. In fact he didn't show up until the reading of the will where the dark hearted man inherited his parent's meager belongings. He promptly sold everything and moved to Prosper where he founded started up a church.

If Pastor Brown couldn't have something then no one could and letting someone like the strange Novak girl inherit her father's farm when Brown felt Lawrence meant to leave it to the church, aka him, made the porcine pastor sick to his ample stomach.

…..

Brown had the nerve to have lunch at Jo's diner along with a man he hired to do his dirty work if things didn't go his way at the hearing. The pastor snapped his fingers at Alice who hustled right over.

"More coffee for the both of us and how about a couple slices of that cherry cake."

Alice took away the empty platters and hurried to the kitchen.

Ellen was very busy glaring at the two men through the service window. She would have kicked them both out but they already ate and she wanted to wait until after the check was paid.

"He's got some balls coming in here."

Alice doled out two pieces of cake and took the coffee pot. "I just hope they tip me. Things have been slow this week."

Alice wasn't privy to the goings on with the Winchesters even though she was now John's fiancée. Ellen didn't fill Alice in on the details. The girl was nervous enough as it was. At first Ellen didn't care for Alice dating John Winchester but since the man's turn around she was on board with the relationship. John was worldly and Alice was about as green as spring grass. They seemed a good match.

She watched as Alice gave the men their desserts and refilled their coffee cups. "I wonder what that beady eyed potato is up to."

…

Sneedley shook the Pastor's beefy hand, "Remember to have the cash because once I do this I'm outta Prosper."

"I wouldn't want you to stay Sneedley. I'll phone you after the verdict and let you know either way."

…...

Almost a month after Dawn was born the Winchesters found themselves still living with John in the downstairs bedroom. The doting grandfather had even set up the crib that had been used for Sam and Dean.

John worked his boring job day in and day out but coming home to baby Dawn made it all worthwhile. John worried what he would do once the little family moved out and Sam went off to college in the fall.

The looming threat of loneliness spurred the man into popping the question to Alice. For two people with age disparities and very different upbringings they seemed to be a very good fit.

Alice had mentioned she'd like to have a baby soon since at twenty five she was well past her prime. After John stopping laughing he agreed, one baby and a sweet young housewife would be perfect.

Now here the grandfather sat watching the sunset with Dawn in his arms while her parents had private time. John had a pretty good idea of what private time meant and figured it had to be Dean's idea.

He even cuffed his son on the back of the head when Dean brought it up, "For god sakes Dean it's been less than a month. Give Cassie some time. Mary didn't let me touch her for ages after having Sam. At least it felt like ages."

Dean gave a snort and an eye roll, "That was because Sammy was the size of a baby buffalo…poor mom. Anyway I'm just gonna rub against…"

"Please spare me the details!"

Dean grinned down at his dad and then rushed out the rest, "…her ass." He walked away cackling over the look on his dad's face.

John shook his head as he looked down at Dawn, "There is something you need to know about your dad…he's a weird."

Dawn did a frog kick and squealed happily up at her grandpa in reply.

….

Cassie had the covers pulled up to her chin. She watched Dean do a goofy striptease made even goofier by the fact he was dancing to "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B".

She burst out laughing as Dean wiggled his butt right up the edge of the bed. Cassie reached out and slapped it, "You are so bad!"

"Better spank me then."

"I'm not having sex Dean. I hurt bad and have zero energy."

Dean turned in a circle as he twirled his pointer finger in the air, "No problem beautiful. I figure you can rest while I do the rubbin'."

Now the covers were up to her eyes, "Fine."

"Can I suck your boobies Angel? Dawn already had supper."

Cassie tossed off the covers and stretched her arms out to the sides, "Fine have at it. If I doze off don't get mad ok?"

Dean shook his stiff dick at his wife then jumped on the bed, "Like I said no problem. Just rest and let me do the drivin'."

He humped her ass carefully all the while whispering sweet nothings into the shell of Cassie's ear. After leaving a puddle on the small of her back which Dean failed to wipe up he latched onto one nipple for awhile then switched to the other.

After a few minutes Cassie looked down and found her husband sleeping with his lips still latched on to a nipple. She patted his cheek lovingly and allowed him to sleep for just a little awhile.

"I sure am lucky to have you Dean Winchester."

TBC

A/N- In 1942 the U.S. government closed down the gold mining industry as a non-essential, war-related industry (War Production Board's Order No. L-208.) This was an attempt to move the mining labor force into mining metals needed for the war effort.

In 1945 at the end of WW2, U.S. gold mining was reinstalled. Many California gold mines had flooded, caved in and were in a general deteriorated condition, requiring prohibitive capital needs to reopen.

When the Second World War broke out control of sources of vital materials, including industrial diamonds was of the utmost importance. Even though the world's biggest sources of diamonds, South Africa and South-West Africa (Namibia), were part of the Commonwealth and Empire, industrial diamonds were in short supply in the British aircraft industry and also in the Canadian mining industry during the early years of the war.

Germany had been stockpiling diamonds in preparation for war since 1936. After the commencement of hostilities Germany continued to import diamonds from producers over which Britain had no control, namely Brazil and Venezuela.

Neutral countries such as Belgium, Holland, Switzerland and the United States that imported diamonds from the British Empire resold some of them to Germany and large stocks in Antwerp, one of the of world's main diamond cutting centers, fell into German hands after the conquest of the Low Countries in May 1940.