Three Days

Three days. It had been three days since Sam had jumped into the pit, taking Adam with him. Three days since Dean, Cas, and Bobby returned to Singer Salvage to find Gabriel part way through the Split. It had been three days since Gabriel fell unconscious and left an unnamed nephilim in the care of the residents at Bobby's.

"Daddy! I think Baby's hungry!" Ben called as the baby wailed from his basket in the main room.

"You know his name isn't 'Baby', right bud?" Dean said as he walked over and picked the crying child up.

"It's not?" Ben said in confusion, "But that's what everyone's been calling him."

"That's because he doesn't have a name yet," Ellen said, handing Dean a bottle.

"Why not?" Ben asked, climbing onto a chair next to Dean.

"Well, it's because Gabriel has to give him a name," Dean said.

"But Gabriel's asleep," Ben said, "How can he give Baby a name if he's asleep?"

"Well... um..." Dean stammered.

"He's dreaming of a name," Balthazar said from the bottom of the stairs and they all turned to looked at him. "Because the baby is part angel his name will come to his angel parent, in this case Gabriel, in a dream."

"But Jamie had a name right away," Ben said.

"Jamie was born on time so Cas had already dreamed his name," Ellen said, "But because the baby was born early Gabriel hadn't had the dream yet."

"Oh, okay," Ben said, accepting this answer, "Can I go play?"

"Yeah, go head," Dean laughed. The little boy ran off and Dean's expression when he looked at Balthazar.

"No change," Balthazar said before Dean could even ask, "He's still completely out."

"Why hasn't he woken up yet?" Ellen asked, "This didn't happen when Jamie was born."

"Jamie wasn't early," Balthazar said, "Cas's Grace had already had the chance to prepare for the Split. Gabriel's hadn't and now he needs time to recover." Dean and Ellen both nodded, thinking over everything Balthazar had just said.

"Well, let's hope he wakes up soon," Dean said, "This guy needs a name." He stared down at the child in his arms. While he wanted Gabriel to wake up soon, he couldn't deny that he wasn't thankful for the distraction the baby brought so he didn't have to think about his brother. Even the child in his arms was part of said brother. He sighed and looked up, glancing out the window where he could see Bobby creating his own distraction by working on one of the many cars on the lot.

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Bobby looked up from where he was bet over the hood of a car and glanced at the house. Everyone was inside except for one very small person who was sitting on the front steps. Bobby wiped his hands on a rag and walked over.

"Can I sit down?" he asked.

"It's your house," Jesse shrugged and Bobby chuckled lightly as he sat.

"How you doin' kid?" Bobby asked and Jesse shrugged again, "You feelin' okay?"

"I guess," Jesse replied, "I just..."

"What is it?" Bobby said.

"I just wish my dad would hurry up and wake up," Jesse said, his cheeks burning.

"Gabriel?" Bobby said and Jesse needed, "You know it's okay to be upset about what's happening, right?"

"I can't," Jesse shook his head vehemently.

"You can't what?"

"I can't be upset," Jesse said firmly.

"Why not?" Bobby asked in confusion.

"Bad things happen when I get upset," Jesse said, "And I don't want anymore bad stuff happening." Bobby wasn't really sure what to say to that so he decided to try a different tactic.

"What do you think of the baby?" he asked, "He's technically your brother so that must be kind of cool."

"I haven't really seen him," Jesse said.

"How come?" Bobby questioned.

"I don't want to hurt him," Jesse mumbled.

"Jesse you won't hurt him," Bobby said.

"How do you know that?" Jesse cried.

"Well, would your dad have kept you around if he thought you would hurt your brother?" Bobby said.

"I dunno," Jesse shrugged.

"Well, I'll tell you right now that he didn't think you would," Bobby said firmly, "Your dad trusts you and until he wakes up that little boy is going to need his big brother."

"You really think so?" Jesse asked, looked up at him.

"Yes I do," Bobby said, "Now, do you want to go in and see him?"

"Not yet," Jesse shook his head, "Can we do it later?"

"Sure," Bobby said, "Do you want to help me fix up the car for a bit first?" Jesse nodded and Bobby took his hand and led him over. He pulled out a footstool and helped Jesse up onto it.

"Do you really think my dad's gonna wake up soon?" Jesse asked.

"Yes," Bobby said, "Everyone is taking very good care of him so I'm sure he'll wake up very soon."

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Upstairs, Castiel sat in a chair next to Gabriel's bed.

"Please wake up," he murmured, "I know Sam's gone, but Jesse is here and the baby is here and they both need you. So you need to wake up, okay?" Cas stopped talking and looked down at his hand, trying to sort out all the conflicting emotions inside him.

"Please wake up Gabriel," he said, "There's so much going on that I don't understand and I know that when you wake up you're going to need help cause Sam's gone. But if you wake up it might make things a little easier..." He stared at his brother's still form, trying to will whatever power had brought him and Bobby back from the dead to wake his brother now. He was broken from his reverie by a sharp cry from the room across the hall.

"I need to get Jamie," Cas said, "But I'll be back in a second. Try to wake up before I get back, alright?"

I wasn't too crazy about Cas' part, but I kind of figured with everything going on he wouldn't totally be acting like himself. Thanks so much for reading and let me know what you think!