"There are so many," Sam grumbled, swiping around furiously on his iPad.

"Just pick one, I'm sure she won't care what it looks like," Dean took a sip from his beer. It was two days after Sam's incident, and Ellie was in bed for the night while the brothers searched online for her birthday present.

"I have to read the reviews," Sam responded, "I want to make sure the one I get isn't some cheap plastic that'll break the moment she starts playing with it."

Dean nodded, "Good point. She's a crazy kid, we need something sturdy."

"Here's one that's made of wood," Sam turned his iPad around to show Dean. It looked like a nice off-brand house, with three levels and multiple rooms.

"Would we have to put it together?" Dean raised an eyebrow, "That sure looks like a lot of work."

Sam shrugged, "I'm sure we could handle it."

"How big is it?" Dean took another swig from his drink.

"There's no measurements," Sam scrolled down, trying to find any dimensions listed, "It can't be that big, it's a doll house. I'm buying it."

"Alright," Dean shrugged, turning around to place his now empty beer bottle on the counter. "Hey, where's Cass?"

"I think he was going to watch a movie in his room," Sam mumbled as he put his credit card information onto the website.

Just then, Dean's phone chirped with a text message. He looked down at it and smirked, "Speak of the devil."

He opened his text messages and scrunched his face in confusion when he saw what the angel had messaged him.

Come here. Now.

Dean turned his phone to show Sam, who mimicked his confused look. The older Winchester pulled his phone back and responded.

Where are you?

He waited a brief moment before his phone chirped again, twice in a row.

My bedroom.

Please hurry.

Dean raised his eyebrows and shrugged towards Sam before they both walked to the hallway and headed down to the angels room. When he got closer, he noticed the door was open, which was odd. Cass always had his door closed when he was in there. Sam and Dean both slowed their pace, resting their hands on their guns tucked into their pants as they came around the corner.

Sitting against the headboard with his legs on the bed was Cass, trench coat and all, with his laptop poised on the desk next to his bed playing a movie. He wasn't alone, however. Ellie was laying next to him, her head on his lap as she snoozed peacefully. Cass's eyes were huge as he looked down at her and slowly raised his other arm, pointing down at her.

"Help. Me," he hissed in a whispered tone.

Sam snorted, holding his hands out, "What's the problem?"

"I can't move," the angel responded, still whispering as he kept glancing down to make sure Ellie was still asleep.

"Yeah, that's what usually happens when a kid falls asleep on you," Dean smirked, crossing his arms.

"What do I do?" Cass inhaled deeply, his eyes searching the Winchesters' for help.

Sam and Dean both started laughing, covering their mouthes to try and stay quiet. Cass tightened his lips together in a frown, upset that they were laughing at him.

"This isn't funny, Dean," Cass grunted, flinching when Ellie wiggled in her sleep. "I can't stay like this all night."

"Sometimes it sucks to be an uncle, Cass," Dean winked, snickering.

Sam shook his head with a smile before stepping forward, "Do you want me to put her back into her bed?"

Cass sighed, dropping his head back onto the wall, "Yes please."

Sam walked to the bed and reached under Ellie's knees and neck, carefully rolling her into his arms. She murmured slightly, then snuggled into his chest once he had her lifted from the bed. Sam raised his eyebrows to Cass as he left the room, shushing to try and keep her asleep.

Cass let out a big breath, bending his knees and sitting up. Dean chuckled and shook his head, moving to the open doorway.

"When did she come in here anyway?" Dean stopped at the door.

"About a half an hour ago, I suppose," Cass shrugged, "She said that you and Sam were not in your rooms, and asked if she could sit in here for a bit while I watched a movie."

"She must have snuck in here right after Sam put her to bed," Dean smiled, "What movie are you watching?"

"I was watching something inappropriate for her age, so I changed it to the Frozen movie," Cass sheepishly looked down to his clasped hands on his lap.

"Game of Thrones again, buddy?" Dean tilted his head, leaning against the door jam. Cass nodded quickly, a blush rising up his cheeks. Dean scoffed, then waved a hand towards the angel, "Come on, we're shopping for Ellie's birthday crap."

Cass tilted his head and gave him a disapproving look as they ventured down the hall towards the kitchen, "You shouldn't call it 'birthday crap', Dean."

"Eh, whatever," Dean shrugged, "She probably won't even remember this birthday when she's older."

"Actually, humans begin to form explicit memories as early as age two," Cass stated as they entered the kitchen. Sam was back in his seat on his iPad, his finger scrolling the screen once again.

"I thought you bought the house for her dolls," Dean mumbled, opening the fridge and grabbing another beer.

"I'm just looking at some other stuff," Sam muttered, shrugging his shoulders.

"She has enough toys, Sam," Dean walked towards his brother, leaning to look over his shoulder, "Seriously? She doesn't need more clothes."

"She is growing," Cass interjected, ignoring the angry look he received from Dean.

"I want to have something special made for her," Sam spoke quietly, scrolling through the craft website.

"Something special?" Dean snorted incredulously, shaking his head before pulling his beer bottle to his lips.

"Look, you might think it's stupid but I know she'll love it," Sam said gruffly, turning the iPad so Dean couldn't see the screen anymore.

"Still, never pegged you as an Etsy guy."

"Shut up," Sam growled, rolling his eyes.

"I have already ordered her several gifts as well," Cass spoke up from where he was leaning against the counter, "They should be arriving within the next two days."

Dean raised an eyebrow, "What did you get her?"

Cass shrugged, "Just a few things. Nothing too extravagant."

"Hm," Dean narrowed his eyes at him, knowing that the angel probably spent way too much money on presents for his fake niece.

Sam remained extremely focused on his iPad screen, his fingers moving and swiping at a rapid pace. Dean noticed his determination as he took another drink, slowly moving to the table before he reached out and snatched the tablet from his brother.

"Hey!" Sam shouted, jumping off the chair and rushing towards where Dean was holding the iPad away from him.

"What are you doing on here," Dean kept walking away from Sam, holding one hand back to push him away every time he tried to take the iPad back. Once Dean turned the screen and looked at it, he dramatically tilted his head and looked back to his younger brother.

"Shut up," Sam hissed, finally reaching out and grabbing the iPad away from Dean.

"That's adorable," Dean snorted, a wide smile on his face. "You're getting a shirt made for her that says Winchester?"

"I said shut it," Sam repeated, storming out into the hallway.

"Why are you making fun of him?" Cass asked quietly.

"What? Oh, come on. He knows I'm messing around," Dean waved a hand at the angel, "He's just going all crazy for her first birthday here."

"He's worried about it," Cass replied.

Dean turned and looked at his friend, his brow drawing close together. "What do you mean?"

"I can sense that he's scared," Cass continued, "I think he worries that she won't enjoy her first birthday since her mother passed away."

"Oh," Dean mumbled, tightening his lips, "Great, now I feel like an asshole."

"You should."

"Gee thanks," Dean scoffed.

"You know I only speak the truth," Cass shot him a quick smile before turning and leaving the room.

Dean inhaled deeply, looking down at his bottle of beer as he swirled it in a circle. He bit the inside of his lips, his eyes searching the floor as he thought about how to make it up to his brother. Suddenly he got an idea and nodded slightly, walking quickly towards the library.

As he peeked his head around the corner, he watched as Sam set his iPad down on the table and walked into the map room. Dean knew that Sam was headed to bed, and waited until he knew he was well into the hallway before he carefully walked into the library, snatching the tablet off the table and tucking it under his shirt. He then rushed down the hall to his own bedroom, jumping when he saw Sam coming out of the bathroom.

Sam gave him a slightly confused look as he walked by, interested with his brother's strange behavior, then slapped a hand to his back, "Night."

"Night," Dean responded, shooting him a quick smile before running into his room and closing the door. He pulled the iPad out from his shirt and swiped, inwardly cursing when he realized he needed Sam's passcode. He thought for a moment, trying to decipher the numbers.

"His birthday?" Dean mumbled, inputting 5283. He knew he only had two more tries before it would lock him out, so he grunted as he thought of another combination. Maybe he used the same numbers for the safe in the impala trunk? No, that one was five digits long, not four.

"Oh duh," Dean smacked his forehead, smirking as he typed in 1005. Ellie's birthday. The iPad jumped to life, the home screen popping up and Dean smiled. His eyes searched the apps, clicking on the 'safari' icon. Luckily, Sam tended to not close his browsers, so the website was still up. Dean chuckled as he realized what type of apparel exactly Sam was purchasing Ellie. He then leaned over, grabbing a piece of paper off of his desk and writing down the shop name and artist.

He was determined to make it up to his brother, and if that meant doing something he never thought he would, then so be it.