A/N: Guess who's back into Supernatural? It's me.

Dean woke with a quiet gasp. It took a moment for the dream to fade (his home blowing up along with Mommy and Daddy and Sammy) and then he realized something was wrong.

This was not the room he had fallen asleep in.

He had fallen asleep in one of the yucky motel rooms that Daddy had taken them to, Sammy lying beside him. The room he had woken up in was a child's room, like the one he had before the house—MommyMommyMommy—burned. He was in a small bed with light blue sheets and a dark blue comforter. Everything was soft and warm—nothing like the thin, scratchy blanket in the motel that made Sammy cry if it rubbed against him too much. The walls were also a light blue, and clouds were painted onto the ceiling. There was a bookshelf filled with children's books, and toys littered the ground.

Dean was looking around, confused out of his mind, when he suddenly realized that Sammy wasn't with him. His breath caught as his head shot around, trying to find his brother. Daddy would be so mad if Dean lost him!

Just as he was about to start crying, the door opened, and a woman walked in with Sammy in her arms. Dean pulled the blanket up to his chin nervously as the woman approached and kneeled in front of him.

"Hi, Deanie." The woman smiled sweetly, but it did nothing to ease Dean. Who was this woman? Where was Daddy?

The woman waited a few moments for Dean to answer. When he didn't, she gently held out his brother. "Do you wanna say hi to Sammy? He's been waiting for you all morning."

Dean's eyes shot to the baby's, and he relaxed. Sammy seemed fine, smiling around his pacifier as soon as he saw Dean. Dean reached out and gently pet his brother's head.

The woman smiled and stood, holding out her hand to Dean. "You can play with your brother later. For now, it's breakfast time! Mommy made pancakes!"

Dean tilted his head. Mommy? This wasn't Mommy. He looked towards the door, hoping his Daddy would walk through at any moment and take him and Sammy home. Where was his Daddy?

Dean's stomach growled. He looked up at the woman's eyes before looking back down at her hand. Daddy said never to talk to strangers and to be really careful because there were monsters that would want to take them away just like they took Mommy away. Was this lady a monster? He bit his lip as his stomach growled again.

Dean did like pancakes…

He hesitantly laid his hand in the lady's, causing her to beam at him. He jumped out of the bed and let her lead him out of the room. Dean looked around as they walked through what seemed like a normal house. They passed a nursery that Dean assumed was Sam's as well as a couple of closed doors. Something was off about the hallway, though. Dean didn't have time to think about it as the woman led him downstairs and to a kitchen, where a stack of pancakes were waiting on the table. Dean licked his lips. They did look good.

The lady put Sammy into a highchair and then lifted Dean into a booster seat. Dean had frozen when the lady touched him and didn't relax until the woman set a plate of cut up pancakes in front of him.

"Would you like syrup, sweetie?"

Dean nodded and watched her warily as she poured a generous amount onto his pancakes. She handed him a small fork (like the ones Dean always got to use at home before it burned—now he had to use the grown-up forks) before turning to Sammy and picking up a bowl and small spoon. Dean watched her as he ate, making sure she didn't do anything to hurt Sammy.

When the lady finished feeding Sammy, she turned back to Dean and smothered a laugh. She stood and went over to the sink, where she wetted a washcloth before coming back over. "You've got syrup all over you, Deanie!" The woman chortled as she wiped at Dean's face, much to his discomfort. When he was clean, she picked him up from his booster seat and set him on the ground. She turned and wiped at Sammy's face before letting him out as well. With Sammy in her arms, she reached out, and Dean automatically took her hand. She led him to the living room, which was littered with toys much like his room, and let go of his hand to put Sammy into a baby bouncer.

She turned to Dean and smiled. "Mommy's got some cleaning to do, so why don't you watch cartoons with Sammy?"

Dean nodded but furrowed his brows after the lady turned on the TV and left. He looked to Sammy, but he seemed happy in the bouncer, so Dean looked around the room. There was something familiar about it, which gave Dean a funny feeling in his stomach. Dean didn't like the feeling—it made him kind of nauseous.

Where was Daddy? And why did that lady keep calling herself Mommy?

Dean wrapped his arms around himself. He could hear the lady (Mommy?) in the kitchen humming to herself. He scooted closer to Sammy and grabbed the baby's hand. He didn't know where they were, but Dean was gonna get them out of here. Somehow.

The afternoon went much like the morning. 'Mommy' came and got them for lunch and then let Dean go to his room to play (with Sammy of course). Later was dinner and then a bath. Dean had been uncomfortable, but it had been nice to have bath toys again, and the lady had a lot of them.

It wasn't until 'Mommy' was carrying Dean back to his room for bedtime that he realized why the hallway made him so uncomfortable.

There were no pictures...anywhere. In his house, there were pictures of Mommy and Daddy and him and Sammy everywhere. Here, though, the walls were plain. And it still looked familiar. It tickled the back of Dean's mind as he tried to remember, but then he was in his room, and the lady was tucking him into bed. She read him a bedtime story and then kissed his forehead before rising.

"Night, Deanie." She turned on a nightlight and quietly closed the door. Dean listened, hearing 'Mommy' go into Sammy's room before going downstairs. He heard a door shut, and the house was quiet.

Dean sat up and bit his lip, clutching at the blanket. With the lady busy, he could try to escape with Sammy, but where would he go? He didn't know where he was or where Daddy was. He didn't know the name of the town Daddy had taken them to, and they couldn't go back home. He had no way of contacting Daddy either.

Suddenly, his Mommy's voice filled his head.

Angels are watching over you, Dean.

Dean's eyes lit up. If what Mommy was saying was true, maybe he could pray to the angels to help him and Sammy.

Dean shuffled onto his knees, put his hands together, and closed his eyes.

Dear angels—

Dean paused as a whisper of a name ran through his mind.

Castiel

Castiel? That was a funny name. Maybe it was the name of an angel Mommy had told him about, and he just forgot. Maybe if he prayed to this angel, he'd show up. It was better to specifically pray to one angel than a bunch of angels, right?

Dear Castiel. My name is Dean Winchester. Me and my brother are lost in some lady's house and want to go home. Will you help us please? Amen.

Just as Dean thought 'Amen,' he heard what sounded like a bird flying and opened his eyes, jumping when he realized someone else was in the room. His eyes widened, and he scrambled back as the newcomer shot forward.

"Dean!" The man kneeled in front of the bed and reached out for him, causing him to flinch back. The man paused, his eyebrows furrowing with worry. "Dean, I heard your prayer. Are you all right?"

Dean stared in awe. This was an angel! It had to be! Who else would have heard him call for help?

Dean hesitantly crawled closer to the man, who was looking more and more worried while he waited for Dean to answer.

"Dean?" Dean leaned close to the man's face, staring intently at it before poking it. This sure was a funny-looking angel. He didn't look like Dean thought he would. He kind of just looked like a really tired man. Where were his wings and halo?

The man (Castiel?) stared down at the hand that poked him before looking back into Dean's eyes. "Dean, do you know who I am?"

Dean tilted his head to the side. Did Dean know him? He knew the man was an angel, and he was pretty sure he had never met an angel before (Mommy would have talked about it!), but something about the man seemed familiar. Dean shrugged and shook his head.

The man frowned. "My name is Castiel. You prayed for me to help you." The man paused and looked around. "Dean, where is your brother?"

Dean hopped down from the bed. He reached out to grab Castiel's hand and hesitated for a moment before shaking it off and grabbing the hand. He quietly led the angel out of his room and to Sammy's, not wanting to alert the strange woman that he was up. He let go and ran to the crib, peeking down at the baby. Sammy was asleep, sucking quietly on a pacifier. Dean looked up as the angel approached, an unreadable expression on his face.

Castiel lifted Sammy out of the crib and looked down at Dean. "I am going to take you from here. Is that acceptable?"

Dean nodded, a relieved smile on his face. He didn't ever want to see that weird lady again.

The angel reached out to him and pressed two fingers to his forehead, and they were gone.

One second they were in Sammy's nursery, the next Dean's legs were giving out on cold concrete. Castiel caught him just as Sammy's cries ripped through the air. Castiel seemed startled and stared down at the baby as if unsure of what to do. Seeing this, Dean tugged on the angel's trench coat until he was following Dean into what looked like a living room. He would have asked Castiel for Sammy, but he still felt weak from whatever it was the angel did and didn't want to drop his brother.

He led Castiel over to a couch and gestured for the angel to put Sammy onto it. Castiel did, and Dean leaned over the screeching baby. Sammy was probably crying because whatever Castiel did didn't make him feel good, so Dean reached out and began to tickle him. It took a minute, but Sammy's cries were slowly replaced with giggles. Dean beamed at the baby and wiped his brother's tears and snot away with the sleeve of his pajama shirt. He picked up the pacifier clipped to Sammy's footie pajamas and popped it back into the baby's mouth. He waited for Sammy to fall asleep again and looked back up at Castiel, who had a fond look on his face.

"You are very good with your brother." Castiel said, and Dean nodded, pride blooming in his chest.

Now that Sammy was taken care of, Dean took a moment to look around the room. This also was not the motel room he had fallen asleep in before waking up in that lady's house. He looked up questioningly at Castiel.

"This is...my home. You will be safe here."

Dean frowned. He wanted to go back home to Daddy, not to some angel's home. Daddy would keep them safe, so he didn't need to stay here. Dean reached out and gripped the angel's trench coat. He looked up and opened his mouth to tell the angel, but the words got caught in his throat like they always did after the fire. He closed his mouth in frustration as he fought back tears.

Castiel kneeled down, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked over Dean. "Are you hurt?" He reached out and touched two fingers to Dean's temple again. Dean felt a rush of warmth and opened his mouth again—maybe the angel fixed his words!—but still nothing came out. His face scrunched up as he tried not to cry while he looked at the angel.

Castiel only became more confused. "I do not understand. You are not hurt. Why do you not speak?"

Dean sniffled and rubbed at his nose. It wasn't like he didn't want to speak. He just...couldn't. Not since Mommy died. He didn't know how to tell the angel that.

A yawn suddenly interrupted Dean's thoughts. With everything that had happened, he had forgotten that it was bedtime when he prayed to Castiel.

That unreadable expression was back on Castiel's face as he suddenly stood. "You should rest. You have had a long day." Castiel reached for Sammy, but Dean beat him to it. He felt much better now, and he wanted to be the one to hold his brother. Castiel only looked surprised for a moment before nodding. "Come. I will take you to your room."

Dean followed but was confused when they arrived at the room. It looked lived in. He stared up at Castiel questioningly.

Castiel glanced down at Dean before looking around the room. "This is...my friend's room. You may stay here for now. Do you want your brother to stay with you?"

Dean nodded quickly and set Sammy on the bed. They were not going to be separated, not again. It was his job to watch Sammy, and he couldn't do that if his brother was in another room. Also...he didn't want to be alone.

Dean climbed onto the bed and carefully shuffled under the covers with Sammy beside him. He laid his head on the pillow and looked up at Castiel, who stared back down at him. It kind of looked like the angel wanted to cry, but that wouldn't make sense. Why would an angel cry? Even if angels did, why would looking at Dean make this angel cry? Dean closed his eyes, feeling exhausted from everything that had happened today. He'd think about it in the morning. As he drifted off to sleep, he heard Castiel murmur, though he wouldn't remember it in the morning.

"I will fix you both, Dean. I promise."

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