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Hey, guys!

Next one:

Prompt: "I would love a De-aged Sam set when the boys first meet cas a hurt young hurt sam helps Car to understand him more and brings our a very over protective Dean." by Hobbit-fan 01. I was writing this after two pretty angsty prompts, so it's more cute than hurt. I hope you'll still like it. :)

Set: Season 4. I don't have many memories from then (I was mostly pissed off at Sam, so... But hey, that shows how talented the Js are :D), so it's set after the boys begin referring to Castiel as Cas, but before they pull too far apart.

Warnings: Hurt!De-aged!Sam, Mothering!Overprotective!Dean, much Bewildered!Castiel and just to be safe: OOC (Out Of Character). I tried but... I don't know. Maybe you can chalk it up to all the Sammy-cuteness ^.^

Without further ado, enjoy the story, guys! :D


Through The Eyes of Innocence

It started with a high-pitched scream.


Plates clanked together on the counter, thrown away hastily in response. Heavy-soled boots thudded at the floor towards the source of the sound.

"SAMMY!"

Dean Winchester, hunter extraordinaire, survivor of Hell, practically slid to a halt next to the bed. His wide green eyes roamed over frightened features, looking for injuries. The baby-soft skin was unmarred except for the bandage covering the smooth forehead, and terror-filled hazel-green stared ahead unblinkingly. Dean gently cupped the chubby cheeks of the five-year-old, who was holding onto an old, thin blanket as if it was the last tether holding him over a pit.

"What is it? Did you hurt your head? Or was it a bad dream? Tell me, kiddo, let me help you."

The little boy didn't move for a second then with a whimper he stabbed a stubby finger behind Dean before hiding into his chest. Dean gathered the small body into his arms, wrapping him up in the blanket as he held him tightly. Only then did he glance to where he was directed.

And froze in surprise.

Bright blue, unblinking eyes drilled into him, a frown appearing on the angel Castiel's usually emotionless face. Dean took a small step back and the boy in his arms whimpered, sensing his tension.

"Why did you come here?" Dean asked warily, gulping anxiously at the sight of the angel. Castiel looked like he always did: trenchcoat, suit, windswept hair, piercing blue eyes - which just shifted to the child in his arms. Dean wanted to flee the motel room as the angel narrowed his gaze, obviously examining the two thoroughly.

Then - to Dean's amazement - Castiel's eyes widened in shock.

"That is Sam Winchester" the angel spoke in its deep, gruff monotone. Dean rubbed at the little boy's back when another whimper snuck into his ear.

"Yes, he is" he replied defensively. Castiel tilted his head in confusion. "So whatever you're sellin', I ain't buyin'."

The angel just stared at him for a minute then took a step forward. The little boy, a five-year-old Sam Winchester, whined in terror when he heard the footstep, clinging onto his big brother like a little koala.

"He doesn't like you" Dean barked out, a fire deep in his stomach flaring up. "So piss off!"

Castiel actually seemed taken aback by the sudden hostility.

"If you wish" he spoke cautiously, "I will swear on my grace not to harm him in this state."

Dean glared at Castiel, betrayed too many times to just trust anybody, but the offer sounded huge for an angel, so he nodded.

"May I examine him?" Castiel inquired hesitantly. That made Dean relax a little more. Maybe this one won't be such an ass...

Sam, though, cried out in fear and practically melted into his big brother. Dean felt his throat tighten as the small heart thudded away rapidly against his chest.

"Shshshh, Sammy" he whispered, rubbing his cheek into the soft, curly tresses as he stroked Sam's back soothingly. "He wouldn't dare hurt you as long as I've got you."

Castiel nodded in understanding at Dean's threatening glare. He would never harm a child, and Sam Winchester was no exception at this moment. He stepped closer, keeping his hands in sight to show he meant no danger.

"I apologize for startling you, little one" he offered, forcing his voice to emerge a bit softer, not wishing to terrify the little boy - and anger an already very infuriated Winchester. Dean huffed and shook his head. '"Startling", right...' "Will you forgive me?"

For a long moment, the trio stayed still, unsure of how to act and react to one another, then Sam shifted in Dean's arms and peeked out from his hiding place. Castiel took in the chubby cheeks protecting high cheekbones to protrude in the future, the tiny button nose that was flushed right now, the trembling lips partially hidden by a small, trembling fist. The angel, at a second glance, realized that the little boy was now sucking his thumb. He had seen such comfort-seeking behaviour in other children, but, knowing who this child will grow up to be, it was a strange and - he had to admit - saddening sight.

What actually caused his vessel's insides to tighten, was the rounded, big pair of tear-filled hazel-green eyes. The angel was used to it being darkened by rage and broken by shame, but the terror glistening in them was one he never thought he would see - and it kind of made him wish he didn't.

"Hello" the angel tried to approach the frightened boy differently. Dean smothered a smile at the awkwardness radiating from such a powerful being. The hunter glanced down at his little brother and his features fell at the sorry sight. He leaned in and pressed a soothing kiss onto the boy's cheek, wiping the tear-tracks away with the back of his finger.

"See, he's nice" he muttered, keeping his tone happy to sooth the terrified boy, bouncing him lightly. It had always made Sam giggle with delight, and it didn't fail this time: Sam let out a hiccup-like chuckle before leaning back against Dean, but this time he didn't try to hide from the stranger. Slowly, his thumb slipped out of his mouth and he waved that hand shyly towards the angel.

"Hiya" he whispered and Castiel caught a flush spreading over the chubby cheeks. The angel swallowed as he watched the... how do the humans put it?... Adorable. Yes, adorable sight.

"He wants to take a look at you" Dean continued and his shoulders visibly relaxed as Sam gradually calmed down. "Can he?"

Sam glanced up at his big brother then turned to Castiel. The angel gazed in wonder at the intelligence in those innocent eyes and for the first time in his existence he felt like he was being sized up.

Then he was shocked when Sam reached his arms out towards him.

Two sets of wide eyes glanced at each other at the same time, revealing Dean's equal amount of, if not larger shock. Castiel waited for the hunter to say something, because he couldn't fathom what was being expected of him.

"He..." Dean rasped out, dazed from the unexpected turn of events. "He wants you to hold him."

"Oh" Castiel replied. He stepped closer once more and slid his hands under the little boy's arms. Keeping his movements gentle, he lifted Sam out of his brother's protective hold. He paused as it hit him: he was holding Sam Winchester, who is one of the most famous hunters of his generation - and one of the most important humans of his kind. He couldn't pinpoint the feeling spreading all over his mind, but the closest he could guess was absurdity.

"He won't bite, you know."

Dean's words had that darker undertone and when the angel glanced at him, green eyes watched him warily. That's when Castiel realized he was just standing still like a statue, keeping the little boy at arm's length. He blinked and pulled the child close, mimicking the hunter's position to create a comfortable resting place.

Sam immediately grabbed the lapel of his trenchcoat, but his other hand lifted up, a finger poking Castiel's nose almost experimentally. The angel stayed still, frowning once again, and endured the following prods and pokes.

"Who's you?"

Castiel tilted his head once again in confusion. The little voice was somewhat familiar, but leagues different from the deep baritone of the future hunter he was used to by now. It held such innocence yet hinted at the maturity from his adult counterpart.

It took him a second and a blink of disbelief to react to the question.

"I am Castiel. An angel of the Lord."

The child gasped aloud, freezing in his arms. Castiel instantly halted, afraid of having upset the tiny Winchester - and his big brother. However, Sam just whipped his head around to Dean with such a joyous smile that the two felt slightly overwhelmed.

"He's angel!" the little boy cried out excitedly, pointing at Castiel as if Dean had missed this information.

"Yeah, he is" the hunter still looked distrustful, but the smile on his face was genuine. The angel realized then that Dean would let simple animosity slide for his brother's happiness.

"You's watch over Deanie?" Sam's hair sent a soft breeze towards Castiel's face as the little boy snapped his head back to him.

"And you, kiddo" Dean added, stepping closer and rubbing Sam's back with a chuckle.

"Of course" Castiel nodded, and he felt a surge of warmth inside him when the little boy smiled at him happily. "We watch over both of you."

Apparently, that had been the right answer, because instantly a pair of stubby arms wrapped tightly around the angel's neck. Castiel could feel the little boy's giddy joy resonating with his grace, which hadn't occurred in a long time. He almost forgot how strong a child's emotions can be...

Obeying an instinct from long ago, Castiel raised his hand and stroked the brown curls gently. He forced himself to return to the task at hand: examine Sam Winchester's condition. The boy began giggling and wriggling around as his grace enveloped the small form. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see the older Winchester's smile widening, watching his little brother adoringly.

"Tickles" Sam whined out loud before falling victim to another fit of laughter. Castiel couldn't stop the smile gracing his vessel's features, but it wasn't the human's reaction this time but his own.

He only managed to gather a flash of bright light and pain from Sam's current memories, so he pulled back.

"Would you like me to heal him?" he asked Dean, hoping to ease this innocent soul's pains - and perhaps even placate the hunter and disprove his doubts.

"No, it's okay" Dean refused, shaking his head a little faster than necessary. "We're alright."

"Can I call you Cas?" Sam straightened up so fast, Castiel unconsciously tensed up, afraid that the child would fall backwards and hurt himself. Only after making sure Sam's balance was stable did he realize what was asked of him.

"Well" he contemplated his reply. He had heard the Winchesters referring to him in this manner a couple times and at first he was unsure about it. But as those big hazel-green eyes bore into him, filled to the brim with hope and excitement, a sight never before witnessed by the angel from the adult, he knew what his only answer could be. "If you prefer it, yes."

"And Deanie, too?"

The innocent question came instantaneously, making Castiel frown. These two brothers seemed to have each other's well-being in their minds, first and foremost. It was... uncanny how in sync they were with each other on this front. They even dismissed their own safety for the other...

"Sammy-" Dean began, his tone cautious. The angel had a feeling the human wanted to grab his little brother and flee with him to safety. He didn't understand why. The green eyes flashed with the slightest of fear. Why was Dean scared of him?

"Dean already calls me that" the angel clarified to the young boy with a smile. "We have agreed to it weeks ago."

Dean's words halted and he just kept staring at the angel in disbelief. Castiel frowned at the reaction. Did he say something wrong?

"You don't mind?" For the first time, Dean sounded humbled and almost chastened.

"Of course not" the angel shrugged. "It still refers to me. Although why humans shorten names is beyond me as of yet."

"Usually it's a sign of affection" Dean explained, shrugging himself. "That's why I call Sam 'Sammy'."

"And Deanie is Deanie" Sam interjected, his big green eyes jumping between the two adults. Dean's face immediately lit up with a bright smile and the angel watched him lean in and press a loud kiss onto the child's cheek, making the boy giggle again.

"But only you can call me that" the hunter replied, sending a mock-glare to his little brother as he pointed at him. Sam nodded enthusiastically.

"No one else is Deanie" the child spoke with such conviction that Castiel could only stare in surprise. "My Deanie is the only Deanie."

Dean let out a rare laugh, filled with love and joy.

"Come here, you" he pulled Sam out of Castiel's arms and hugged him tightly to his chest, peppering the chubby cheeks with kisses. Sam once more began giggling and laughing, just holding onto Dean's shirt as he squirmed around. The angel felt that same warmth slowly growing to life inside him as he watched the tender moment, rarest of all in the Winchesters' life, especially nowadays.

It was cut short by a small yelp of pain from Sam.

The other two instantly froze then Dean snapped into action.

"What is it? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, sweetheart."

Castiel tilted his head again. He never heard the hunter utter that word out before, except in a flirtatious manner towards the opposite sex.

"Hu'ts..." Sam whimpered, his eyes filling once more with tears, and put a hand onto the bandage on his forehead. Dean's face fell into sadness before he pressed a barely-there kiss next to the white gauze.

"I'm sorry, Sammy" he apologized again, looking straight into his little brother's eyes. Without hesitation, Sam wrapped his arms around the hunter and pressed his kiss of forgiveness onto the man's cheek. Castiel was still floored by such a huge amount of affection between the brothers. He had only met the stoic, emotionless, or just hostile Dean Winchester. Not even while fighting side by side did the angel manage to fully take a peek into the hunter's thoughts and soul.

Yet a tiny little boy, who grew up to be the vengeful, stubborn Sam Winchester he knew, managed to tear all those walls down.

"So" Dean smiled down at his brother, trying to veer the mood back to cheerful, "how about that ice cream?" Sam nodded enthusiastically and licked at his lips with a longing "Mmm...". Dean chuckled and began walking out to the kitchen. Castiel, uncertain about what to do and not really wishing to miss more affectionate interactions of the brothers, followed them.

Dean sat Sam down at the table, a pillow elevating the tiny body.

"Wait here, okay?" he ordered gently, stroking the little boy's head. When he received a nod, he stepped to the fridge and pulled out a tub of ice cream. Castiel watched him scoop out a big portion of white then brown substance into a ceramic bowl. Dean stuck a small spoon into it and handed it to his brother. "Here you go, kiddo" he grinned as the child bounced in his seat, grabbing the bowl as if it wanted to run off.

"Yum" Sam said right before getting his first bite. Castiel, thinking the child was sufficiently distracted, stepped up to the hunter's side.

"What happened?"

Dean turned to him surprised, which bewildered Castiel even more. Then the hunter glanced at his little brother before turning away from the table, placing the tub onto the counter. The angel knew the man wanted even more distance from the boy. He could only guess that it was to preserve his innocence.

"We were on a hunt" Dean explained, keeping his voice soft. Castiel leaned closer slightly to aid the man's efforts. "A witch. Believe it or not, we just wanted to talk to her. But things got out of hand..."

Dean felt his back hit something hard and an edge stabbed into his lower back. He thought his spine would snap in half and the pain left him breathless after his cry exploded out of his lungs. He fell on the floor, unable to move for a few seconds, waiting for at least the stars to vanish in front of his eyes.

As soon as they did, his eyes locked with Sam's, who was staring at him in terror. He wanted to reassure him that he was fine, but the younger man's face darkened with rage and he jumped to his feet. Dean could only watch in horror as Sam yanked a knife out of his belt and rushed towards the girl, his face contorted by a snarl. Dean wanted to call out to stop, worried about what will happen.

But it was too late.

The slip of the girl let out a frightened gasp then thrust her hand forward - right at Sam's heart. A bright blue light erupted from her fingers and hit the younger man in the chest, sending him flying backwards down the upstairs hallway. Sam's body hit the railing, breaking it, and he disappeared, his landing only indicated by the loud crash downstairs.

Dean froze in his spot on the floor, just staring at the gap in the railing. Panic began building in his guts, which made him forget about his own aches. He jumped to his feet and dashed to the railing, but the dim light of the house kept the form lying down there obscured. Dean turned to the girl, who gazed at him in utter shock before fleeing down the hall and into a room, slamming the door shut. Dean wanted to run after her, but was interrupted.

It started with a high-pitched scream.

"He was screaming in pain" Dean whispered, his voice choked. Castiel glanced over at the little boy, so much different from the picture the hunter was describing. "He was crying, lying on the ground helpless, calling for me. I would recognize his voice anywhere and he never had to let those sounds out in his childhood..."

"So, he turned five years old then" the angel said as Dean paused.

"Yeah" Dean sniffed, rubbing at his eyes, miming exhaustion, as if Castiel hadn't noticed the tears gathering in them. "He had a concussion and a sprained ankle and a couple bruises when he hit the little stand by the stairs. It was a miracle he didn't..."

"Children are more resilient than you think" Castiel stated. "But I think I understand what you mean."

"Anyway" Dean shook his head to get himself back to the present, "that was two days ago. I haven't managed to find her yet, or the spell, but I'm working on it."

"If you wish" Castiel began, "I can offer my assistance-"

"No, it's fine" Dean sent him a wary smile. "You have more important things to do than baby-sitting us."

"I can look after Sam while you are out searching."

Dean once again stared at him in shock, but Castiel thought he himself was experiencing that emotion right now. He had offered his aid before he could think about it.

Dean seemed to recover first - right into a glare.

"You would look after the 'boy with the demon blood'?"

Castiel's own eyes widened at that. The fury in the man's voice halted him, poisoning the words he had once uttered to Sam Winchester. He had not fully understood why the younger hunter... he couldn't find any analogy but that he wilted like a flower losing the sun.

"I don't..."

"Don't understand, huh?" Dean growled out. "Of course not. That's usually a good excuse for angels. Why don't you just try?"

Castiel held his gaze in Dean's flaming one, but a sudden urge overwhelmed him and he averted it, his vessel's insides tightening. What was he feeling? It was similar when one of his brothers reprimanded him rightfully for his misdeeds as a cherub. Was it guilt, as the humans say? If it was, he had felt it quite a few times now.

"I apologize" he spoke, but received a snort for it. When he glanced up, the hunter was still glaring at him, the flames in his eyes burning brighter than the ones in Hell.

"Wrong person" the man hissed through gritting teeth.

"Deanie?"

The little voice piped up right next to them. Dean's face immediately relaxed into an adoring smile as he glanced down at his brother.

"What's wrong, Sammy?" Dean frowned as he knelt down, taking the ceramic bowl the little boy was holding out. It still had a lot of ice cream in it. "You don't like it?"

Sam shook his head in disagreement, then without a word he wrapped his stubby arms around Dean's neck. The hunter returned the gesture instinctively, he was so taken aback.

"I love you, Deanie" Sam exclaimed loud and clear, keeping his hold tight. Dean's face remained slack at the words.

Then Castiel watched him crumble.

It amazed the angel how such an innocent creature can move such a hardened soldier. It was a truly beautiful sight he had witnessed many times over his existence, but this one seemed even more special. Maybe because of its rarity...

"I love you, too, Sammy" Dean choked out, closing his eyes as a teardrop rolled down his cheek. The brothers stayed in the embrace for a whole minute, just basking in the sense of family surrounding them. Castiel found only one flaw in the picture, but he quickly took care of it: he grabbed the bowl in Dean's hand and slowly pulled it out of his grip, placing it on the counter. Now the older Winchester could rest his freed-up hand on the little boy's head, stroking the brown curls tenderly.

The sniff interrupting the silence was like cannon fire. Dean quickly swiped at his face over Sam's shoulder then pulled back, forcing a smile out. It became instantly genuine the moment his eyes landed on the big hazel-green eyes. Even Castiel could recognize the love filling them to the brim as the child stared at his big brother.

"You want your ice cream back?" Dean asked, already reaching up and plucking down the bowl. Sam, however, shook his head.

"Yours" he said, surprising the angel but not the human. Then:

"Can I have ice cream?"

Dean laughed at that then leaned in and pressed a kiss onto the little boy's cheek, making him giggle again.

"You sneaky devil, you..." the man teased as he straightened up. Once more, he scooped the same coloured ice cream into another bowl and handed it to the boy, but instead of rushing to the table to ravish it, Sam held it out to Castiel. The angel, at first didn't know what to do.

"I..." Castiel glanced at the brothers, who were looking at him expectantly. Sam's look was sprinkled with hope, while Dean's with fear. "I don't..." Castiel stopped as Dean's eyes narrowed. He could see the threat in them, practically hear it in his mind.

'Don't you dare hurt him!'

"I don't... usually eat" he finished awkwardly, but at the same time he accepted the bowl.

"No ice cream?" Sam stared at the angel with wide eyes. Castiel realized it was incredulity in them and his voice.

"He's an angel, kiddo" Dean explained, coming to Castiel's aid. The angel couldn't decide if it was knowingly or unknowingly. "They apparently don't need food."

"But..." Sam glanced at his brother before turning back to the angel. Castiel felt that warmth once again as the little boy's bottom lip poked out and eyebrows drew to each other in a saddened frown. "It's not food, it's ice cream." The angel tilted his head in confusion.

"I thought ice cream is food." His words just made the little boy's bottom lip poke out a little more and his big rounded eyes grow even sadder. It reminded the angel of a tiny puppy begging for love.

"We don't eat ice cream for sustenance" Dean said, his smile turned into a smirk. "We eat it to enjoy it after a nice fulfilling meal."

"Oh" the angel didn't know what to say to that, but now his mind could name the expression on Sam's face: a pout. "I..." he glanced at the bowl and its contents in his hand, but couldn't find any appeal in it. "I guess I could try it."

"Yay!" Sam cried out happily, bouncing on his toes, then rushed to Castiel and hugged his legs tightly. The angel didn't know how many more surprises he can take today.

"Here you go, Sammy" Dean spoke, already conjuring up another bowl of ice cream for the little boy. "Now let's eat it before it melts."

The three of them sat down around the table and the two Winchesters immediately dug in. However, Castiel just stared at his ice cream, unsure of the outcome of this decision.

"You alright, Cas?" Dean's voice startled him and when he glanced up he caught the teasing glint in his eyes. It meant that what he will say next isn't meant to be taken seriously. "You don't know how to use a spoon?"

Instead of answering, Castiel grabbed the spoon and carved a small bite out of the white ice cream. He frowned as he got it into his mouth, letting its cool texture spread across his vessel's tongue. He sat in contemplation for a while, trying to decide his opinion on it. He didn't notice two sets of wide eyes watching him intently, ice cream forgotten.

Finally, the angel turned to the little boy and pointed at the white ice cream in his bowl with his spoon.

"What is that?"

"It's v-vanilla" Sam answered with a bright smile, looking at his brother for confirmation. Dean nodded with a proud smile and took another bite of his ice cream. Castiel hummed in acknowledgement then got some of the brown ice cream, repeating his actions with it.

"And this one?" again he asked the little boy.

"Chocolate!" Sam cried out, taking a big spoonful of his own chocolate ice cream and sinking it into his mouth.

"Careful, Sammy" Dean warned the boy worriedly. "Don't get brain freeze."

As Sam nodded, Castiel hummed once more.

"I think I prefer vanilla more" the angel finally declared. As he got another bite, he caught the deflating shoulders of the tiny Winchester.

"You don't like chocolate?" he asked sadly. Castiel felt a flash of fear pass through him and he quickly glanced at Dean. However, the hunter was just shaking his head with an amused smile, watching his little brother interact with a celestial being.

"I do, but..." Castiel tried to think of a reason for his decision, but could only shrug. "Vanilla appeals to me more."

Sam's face remorphed into a pout and the little boy turned to his big brother.

"He don't like chocolate" Sam pointed at the angel almost accusingly.

"Sammy, he likes it" Dean stroked his brother's hair soothingly. "He just likes vanilla more."

"But..." Sam still didn't seem satisfied. "But chocolate..."

"Hey, it's okay" Dean rubbed Sam's back gently. "You like grape juice, right?" Sam frowned at the change of subject but nodded. "And you like orange juice, too." Another nod. "If you had to choose between them, which one would you want to drink?"

Sam turned his gaze onto the tabletop as he thought about such a dilemma then replied with a bright smile:

"Orange!"

"But you still like grape juice, right?" Dean continued, his voice sounding serious. Castiel could only watch the conversation about something so trivial bewildered.

"Yeah" Sam answered but seemed to get the idea his brother was trying to explain.

"That's how Cas is with ice cream" Dean finished. "He likes both vanilla and chocolate, but if he had to choose, he would choose vanilla. But he still likes chocolate, see?"

Sam nodded finally at ease and satisfied.

"Which one do you prefer, Dean?" Castiel asked, genuinely curious, as he took another bite.

"All of them" Dean shrugged. Castiel yielded to the urge to smile and felt like he should have expected that reply from the older Winchester. The three finished up their ice cream in pleasant silence.


The tinny rock tune interrupted the peace of the afternoon, coming muffled from Dean's pocket. Castiel reflexively tore his gaze away from Sam next to him, who looked up from the paper he had been scribbling on for a while now with crayons. Dean straightened up from reading the screen of the laptop and fished his phone out, picking it up immediately.

"Yes?"

The moment Dean's face froze stiff, Castiel knew it wasn't a welcomed call. The angel quickly turned to Sam, whose face contorted with a fear he never wanted to witness again.

"Sam" he called softly, capturing the little boy's attention. "Do you want to show me your drawing? I would like to see it."

As Sam smiled at him a little uncertainly, Dean got to his feet and hurried into the next room. Castiel scooted closer to Sam with his chair and leaned in, only sparing one more glance to the tense back of the hunter. He listened to the child describing what Castiel could clearly see on the paper. For a small child, Sam was remarkably intelligent, and his drawing wasn't just the usual scribbling, but it had so many small details that managed to separate the ungainly shapes on the papers from each other and make them recognizable. For example, Castiel instantly made out the Impala from the fairly recognizable outline of a car hastily scribbled in with black, but it had grey streaks on its front and back with red spots on them, showing the fender and the lights.

Next, he was pointed to a stick figure, which he quickly recognized as Dean. It was tall and had yellow hair, but it was wearing a brown coat and had a yellow glint on its chest.

The other stick figure was much smaller, but had shaggy brown hair and a big smile. He knew it was Sam, holding onto his big brother's hand. Although, Sam had actually written unsteadily above them a D and an S.

When he heard the little boy grow silent, but Dean's angry whispers continued, Castiel pointed to the sun, which was smiling widely above its cloud.

"I did not know the sun has features" he told the little boy with a frown. Sam giggled but Castiel still heard the uncertainty in his voice.

"He's happy" the little boy explained. "If you're happy, you smile, see?" And gave the angel a wide, bright grin, which in turn made Castiel smile. "You happy, too?" Sam asked hopefully. Castiel frowned in thought.

"It is hard for me to recognize emotions" he spoke truthfully. "But I would say what I am feeling right now is positive."

Sam stared at him confused. Castiel felt heat rise into his vessel's cheeks.

"I think this is happiness I am feeling" the angel added awkwardly then, obeying an urge, he stroked Sam's hair with another smile. "Thanks to you, little one."

Sam's face grew red with a flush, just like before.

"You're weird" the boy mumbled timidly, but there was no animosity in his eyes, just honesty. Just then, footsteps approached them and Dean appeared by his brother's side, crouching down. Castiel noticed the slight flinch jolting the tiny body and he was sure Dean did, as well.

"Everythin' alright, Sammy?" the hunter decided to ignore the reaction and pasted a smile onto his face.

"Cas is weird" Sam informed him, but smiled brightly. "I have a weird friend!"

"I'm glad you're happy about it" Dean replied with a laugh. Castiel felt oddly satisfied by the pride in the little boy's declaration, as well.

"Listen, kiddo" Dean began then, his face turning serious. Sam's eyes widened in fear, but still leaned into Dean's side, resting his head on his shoulder. Dean hugged him but forced himself to continue. "I have to go meet someone. It's important adult stuff."

His words had an unexpected reaction: Sam burst into tears.

"Hey, hey" Dean soothed quickly and stood up, bringing the little boy with him. The angel watched in worry as the older Winchester began pacing up and down, rubbing at the small, heaving back and closing his eyes in pain as sad, frightened sobs erupted out of the little boy, muffled by his shoulder. "Ssh, Sammy, it's okay..."

"D-Don't go-o!" Sam wailed in such a heartbroken tone, even Castiel felt his vessel's throat tighten with emotion.

"Sshshssh, sweetheart" Dean whispered, pressing kisses into the brown curls brushing at his cheek. "I won't be away for long, I promise. Just an hour or so, okay? I'll be right back to play with you. And hey! You're new, weird friend can stay with you, okay?"

Dean's pleading look towards the angel was unnecessary, but Castiel nodded, anyway. He would've offered himself, as well, to look after the little boy. Although, he already did.

Sam cried some more, utterly broken by the prospect of his brother leaving him. Castiel didn't understand why the little boy acted like this, even with the promise of Dean's return. This attachment didn't seem healthy, but now, following Dean's suggestion of trying, he attempted to understand the reason.

The two brothers, all throughout their lives, had only each other as company and as support. Even though their father had tried his best to provide for them, his heart was mostly consumed by the thirst for revenge, so the children had to rely on each other to get by. And, as Castiel had observed a few times, children, who lost their mothers at an early enough age not to remember them, had the tendency to cling to the closest mother figure they could find. For Sam, it must have been his big brother, the one who always took care of him and showed affection to him. Even in adulthood, Sam Winchester showed great attachment to his brother, but became hardened after he lost him for good, or so he thought.

By that conclusion, losing Dean for Sam Winchester would be like losing a parent. Castiel would hazard the guess that it would be like losing a mother.

But the little boy's reaction still seemed too extreme...

Unless the child can sense the impression of memories from his adult self.

Sam might not be remembering the actual losses of his brother, whether temporary or almost permanent, but it must have scarred his soul enough, even a de-aging spell couldn't erase it without a trace.

Castiel, finishing his train of thought, found the brothers silent, standing in one spot. Dean's eyes were closed and he rested his temple against the little boy's, swaying to the sides in a comforting pace. Sam was now only hiccuping every once in a while, just riding along the emotional roller-coaster.

After a couple seconds, Dean opened his eyes and leaned back slightly, letting Sam look at him with a tear-filled gaze, streaks shining on the chubby cheeks.

"I will come back to you" Dean whispered, wiping away the tear tracks with the back of his finger. "I promise."

Sam stared at his big brother heartbroken, but finally nodded.

"You p-promised" the child hiccuped out as sternly as possible. "You keep it."

"I will" Dean answered with a fire in his eyes that Castiel actually recognized in himself: determination.

With that, Dean turned to the angel, his determination turning into protective warning.

"Look after him."

The angel could practically feel the burn of those flames on his skin. He stood up and stepped closer, surprised by the bravery he had to muster for it, and reached out to the little boy. Sam let himself be transferred from one embrace to the other and Castiel held him tightly, letting the child keep his focus on his brother. One of his hands rested on the little boy's head soothingly.

"I will protect him with my life" he swore, gazing deeply into Dean Winchester's eyes. The hunter held his gaze for a moment then leaned above Sam and pressed one final kiss onto the boy's cheek.

"Bye, Sammy" Dean whispered with an encouraging smile. "I'll be back soon."

Sam nodded and watched his brother grab a bag and walk out the motel room, sniffing mournfully and breaking the angel's heart - at least that was the only way Castiel could explain the agony erupting in his chest.

No... it was his grace weeping for such an innocent soul's suffering.


"And who is this?"

"That's Daddy."

Castiel took in the stick figure staring up at him. He should've known the answer. The figure had dark scribbles around his face, indicating a beard and shaggy hair. It didn't have as wide a smile as the small stick figure of Sam, though. It still astounded him how perceptive children can be.

"I am glad the sun is happy again" he said, pointing at the yellow face in the sky.

"It's happy day" Sam replied. Castiel looked up at him from his perch on the floor next to Sam's bed. The little boy was sitting cross-legged against the headboard, hunched over. His cheeks were still drying from the tears that had only ebbed away a few minutes ago, ten minutes after Dean's departure. At least the boy didn't try to separate himself from the angel and was open to distraction. However, the tone in those words piqued Castiel's attention: it sounded resigned.

"What is wrong?" he asked, stroking Sam's head tenderly. Sam looked at him then dared a quick glance to the duffel bag on the opposite end of the room. Castiel followed his gaze and sighed. When he had managed to convince Sam to draw some more pictures, the little boy had asked for pencils that Dean had kept in his bag. After finding them and handing them over, Castiel had noticed the little boy staring in fear at the bag. He had turned to check what had frightened him.

And had found himself staring at the silver barrel of a gun.

He had tried to save what he could, zipping up the bag and averting Sam's attention, but apparently his efforts lasted until now.

"Do you know what that is?" he asked seriously. He was praying for strength to teach this young soul the right way... like Dean would.

"Daddy has one" Sam mumbled, lowering his eyes to his trembling hands. "A g-gun. Goes Bang. And loud."

"Do you know why your Dad has it?"

Sam flitted his gaze up at the angel then back down, before shaking his head.

"In movies, it's scary" the boy said softly and Castiel could feel his small frame shivering. "People... people go... away..."

"That's true" Castiel nodded. "But the gun is not dangerous. It's an object without life. It needs a person to operate. If someone has a gun, they decide whether the gun will be dangerous or not."

Sam was now watching him, taking in his words with a frown.

"And Daddy?" he asked uncertainly.

"Have you seen your Dad use a gun before?"

Sam shook his head again.

"Well, I have" Castiel answered, keeping his gaze on the child, monitoring his reactions. "Your Dad never used it until it was necessary. In his hands the gun is not dangerous, because he learned how to use it and when to use it. And he only uses it against bad people, when he has no other choice." The angel was sure Dean hadn't informed his younger brother about hunting and monsters, so the obscuring of the truth was important. It was easy, though. As long as Sam understood his words' meaning, he didn't need to be scarred.

Sam, once again, fell silent, making sense of Castiel's explanation.

"Deanie has one?"

"Yes" the angel replied. "And your Dad taught him well how to use it."

"I don't want to" Sam shook his head with wide eyes. Castiel smiled in relief.

"You can't even if you want to" he said sternly. "You need to learn how to use it properly. Which won't happen for a long time."

The little boy seemed to relax at that and when Castiel carded his fingers soothingly through his hair, he sneaked a peek into his mind. He was pleased to find his message clicking into place:

'Don't use a gun, unless you learned well how to use it!'

His soothing action, however, pulled a big yawn out of the little boy. The angel guessed that he was physically and emotionally tired.

"Why don't you take a nap?" he suggested, but Sam shook his head firmly.

"Deanie's not back."

"I'll tell you what" the angel said, smiling as he let the warmth of his inspiration wash over him. "If you lie down to sleep, time will move faster. Before you realize it, Dean will be back with you."

"Really?" the child sounded so hopeful, Castiel felt his grace resonate with it.

"Really" he replied with a nod. Sam quickly jumped up and practically tore the blanket off of the bed in his haste to get under it. Castiel quickly sent the pencils back into their boxes and he put it onto the nightstand with the drawing. When he turned back, he found the little boy's eyes closed and his hands clasped together in front of him. Castiel laid his arm above the child's head to support himself while his free hand carded through the soft, brown curls tenderly. He couldn't get enough of the feel of it - like the fresh, clean feathers of newborn cherubs.

'Now I lay me down to sleep'

Sam's voice appeared so suddenly in the angel's head, that he jumped slightly. He wasn't looking through the child's mind right now, so how could he...? Then he realized: Sam was praying.

'Pray the Lord my soul to keep'

Castiel frowned deeply. That sounded so familiar... Not just the rhyme, but the voice, as well. Many children prayed that rhyme in their heads as a start, but something in his existence pulled him towards Sam's voice. His grace vibrated inside him with a thrill he hadn't felt for a long time now.

'If I die before I wake'

He never liked that line, always saddening him for all the innocent lives lost over the centuries - in sickness, accidents, or cruel acts of humanity...

'Pray the Lord my soul to take.'

Castiel stroked Sam's head soothingly. No matter who is being brought before his Father, He would always judge fairly. He loved all of humanity and Sam Winchester wouldn't be an exception. Although, Castiel wouldn't let him be an exception, anyway...

'Dear God' Sam prayed further and Castiel closed his eyes, trying to remember why his voice sounded so familiar. 'Please make Dean happy and smile often. He is big and scary now, but he is smiling and happy, too. Please make him smile even more. Thank you, Amen.'

And then it hit him.

'Dear God, make Dean happy-'

'Dear God, I just want Dean to be happy-'

'Please make Dean smile more often, so Daddy can smile more often-'

'I just want him to be happy-'

'Please, let Dean understand my decision about Stanford, because I want him to be happy for me. I know it's selfish, but I only want him to be happy, because then I will be happy...'

'Dear God, please keep Dad safe so Dean won't be heartbroken-'

'Please, let us stop the demon soon, because Dean can't take anymore and I just want him to be happy...'

Many more prayers like that resurfaced in Castiel's memory, all of them having only one purpose: praying for Dean's happiness. It floored the angel how dedicated the younger Winchester was, praying even as an adult for nothing else, just for his brother to be happy. Even when he prayed for his own salvation, he intertwined it with his brother's feelings, wishing to spare him the agony of killing him if he turned bad. He had been praying nonstop for a way to save Dean from Hell, just so the older Winchester could have a life again, and find happiness.

The last prayer was the most desperate, and Castiel knew when it was sent up to Heaven:

'Why did you have to take him...? He doesn't deserve Hell, he deserves happiness... An actual life... Why did you do it? Why do you despise us so much...? What did we do to deserve this...? What did he do? Saved too many people? Or not enough?

Why didn't you take me instead? I deserve Hell, I belong in Hell... Why did you take him instead...?'

Castiel blinked and looked down onto the now sleeping, peaceful features of a young Sam Winchester. He just couldn't outline the path leading this innocent, sweet boy to the broken, vengeful adult, who's willing to damn himself for a cause with methods that could ultimately sabotage the brothers' relationship... And yet, the younger man did everything to make his decision justified. Because in Sam Winchester's head, getting revenge on Lilith will make Dean happy...

The angel only wished the adult would realize the error of his ways. Because what he was reasoning with would only cause pain for both brothers in the end.

Although, now he understood Sam's reaction at their first encounter to his words addressed to him.

'The boy with the demon blood.'

Hearing that from someone you had prayed to your whole life, had faith in to help you towards salvation...

He closed his eyes as the small rapping of raindrops hit the window outside. He let the teardrop roll down his vessel's cheek, letting himself be captured by the intensity of his thoughts. Then, a minute later, he wiped the teardrop away and straightened up.

He might be helpless in aiding the Winchesters properly during the battle with Lilith, but he could offer his assistance in small ways like protecting this child from harm.

He may have to follow orders he doubts, but he still can atone for it by small good deeds.


The motel room door opened then closed and heavy boots thudded across the floor.

"Sammy?" Dean called out just as he appeared in the doorway. Castiel looked up and lifted a finger to his mouth, shushing the older Winchester quickly. Dean looked taken aback by that, but once he found his little brother, sleeping curled up on the bed and surrounded by the protective wall of Castiel's arm, he smiled.

"How is he?" Dean whispered, toeing off his boots and creeping up to the bed, kneeling down next to it. Castiel lifted his hand off of Sam's head to let the human stroke the soft hair.

"He was missing you, but I managed to distract him" Castiel replied. "He's been sleeping ever since."

"Good" Dean breathed in relief.

"He saw your gun."

Dean turned wide, panicked eyes onto the angel, who quickly recounted the conversation he had with the little boy.

"Wow" Dean smiled gratefully at him. "Thank you, Castiel." The way the hunter said his full name showed the angel Dean's honesty. "You couldn't have explained it to him better."

They sat in silence, just watching over the little boy, then Castiel gave in to his curiosity.

"Where did you need to go?"

"The witch called me" Dean said. Judging by the lack of fury in his eyes and voice, things had gone well. "She wanted to apologize for what she did. Turns out she wasn't an actual witch with a demon deal, but an unlucky idiot who stumbled upon a spell book."

"So what did she use?"

"Just an innocent de-aging spell" Dean shrugged. "It wears off in a week. She didn't know why Sam turned into a five-year-old, but practically tackled me to show her some pictures." Dean sniggered as he remembered. "She didn't mean any harm, she was just reacting instinctively when Sam tried to attack her."

"But why did Sam attack her, if she was harmless?"

"I don't know. When we tried to interrogate her about the juicy info, she got scared and used a spell that sent a force of energy at us. It was just supposed to knock us off our feet. I was the lucky one to get the edge of a small table into my back. My guess is Sam thought she was gonna hurt us. He's... kinda explosive nowadays."

"He's fine, though."

"Yeah, she assured me the spell was harmless. And I have to call her as soon as it wears off so she can burn the book. Just to avoid stuff like this."

Castiel nodded, something loosening up inside him. He looked back down at the little boy and smiled when he caught him returning to the waking world.

Hazel-green eyes blinked sleepily then landed on Dean.

"DEANIE!"

The reaction was instantaneous: Sam propelled himself toward his brother, wrapping his little arms around him tightly.

"Oof!" Dean rocked back onto his heels, holding the little boy tightly. "Heya, Sammy, I missed you, too, bud."

"Cas said if I slept, you'll be back sooner" Sam told him excitedly.

"And?" Dean raised an eyebrow curiously as they pulled back. "Did it work?"

"Yes!" Sam shouted in joy. "You're here." The child then turned to Castiel and leaning over the gap, he hugged the angel without climbing out of Dean's hold. "Thank you, Cas!" Dean also had to lean forward if he didn't want his brother to fall.

"You're welcome, little one" Castiel replied, smiling as his grace rejoiced with Sam. A child's happiness was like the nectar of angels, giving life and light to a harsh reality.

"Thanks, Cas" Dean added with another grateful smile. "I owe you one."

"No need" the angel shook his head. "It was a pleasure." Suddenly, he snapped his head up, frowning then sighing with reluctance. "I have to leave. I'm needed elsewhere."

His own aching chest was reflected by the fallen looks of the Winchesters, especially Sam's. That's when Castiel fully realized the concept of sadness.

"Will you come back?" the little boy asked dejectedly.

"Yeah, come visit when you can" Dean agreed. The angel, for the first time, faced the older Winchester's genuine care.

"We will see" Castiel replied. "But I will make sure to return before it's over."

Dean smiled and nodded as he hugged his little brother tightly.

With a flap of his wings, Castiel left the brothers alone, taking the memory of that day to keep forever.


A few days later...

"Hello, Dean."

Dean Winchester jumped with a soft yelp, the plate in his hand jumping out of his grip. Luckily, his instincts were fast enough to catch it before it shattered on the floor. He whipped around annoyed, but it eased off a little when he met the bright blue gaze of Castiel.

"Hey, Cas" he greeted the angel, but glared at him half-heartedly. "Maybe next time leave giving me a heart attack out, okay?"

"I apologize" Castiel replied. "I came as soon as I was able."

"It's alright " Dean smiled as his heart slowly settled down. "You're still in time." With that he stepped to the side and called out:

"Sammy, could you come here a minute?"

Quickly, fast footsteps took off towards the doorway and a second later a small five-year-old appeared in it, taking in the sight in the kitchen.

"CASTIE!"

Castiel, not expecting the different nickname, stood still as the young Sam Winchester tackled his legs in a tight hug. A moment later, he leaned down and lifted the little boy into his arms, giving him a proper embrace.

"You're back!" The angel was a little grateful that he had no actual hearing, because he would have probably lost it from the ecstatic scream right into his ears.

"I'm happy to see you, too, little one" he said, rocking the boy gently to elongate their hug. "How have you been?" he asked once the child pulled back to look at him.

"My head doesn't hurt anymore" Sam told him. "Deanie and I washed the Impala. I drew pictures and watched cartoons. I had cereal for breakfast."

Dean burst out laughing in the background as his little brother informed an angel about something simple as breakfast as if it was breaking news.

"Did you like it?" Castiel asked with honest curiosity.

"Yum" Sam nodded many times, bouncing in excitement.

"You wanna show Cas what you did?" Dean asked in a tone that could only hype up a child. Which is what it did with Sam.

"Yes!" Sam shouted and wriggled around to be let down. Castiel complied and watched him run off.

"I'm glad to see him alright" he said to Dean, who nodded.

"The spell wears off in a few minutes" the hunter said. "Wanna stay for it?"

"Of course."

His reply earned a friendly pat on the shoulder and the angel felt the warmth spreading in his gut, easing his usual tension that appeared when he was on Earth among humans.

Sam then returned with a paper in his hands.

"Looky!" he cried out, jumping up and down. "I drew this for you!"

Castiel picked the little boy back up then turned his attention to the drawing.

And the unnecessary oxygen halted in his vessel's lungs.

"This is me" Sam explained, pointing at a small stick figure with shaggy brown hair and a big smile. "And this is Deanie" the yellow haired stick figure in the coat had just as big a smile, as the two held hands. "And this is you" Sam finished proudly, turning big hazel-green eyes onto the angel's awestruck face.

Castiel took in the child's depiction of him. He had dark shaggy hair, two blue spots as eyes and a smaller smile. He had the outline of a long brown coat surrounding his stick-body and the usual smiling sun was shining down on the three of them.

What had him floored, was the pair of huge dark wings surrounding all three of them, sprinkled with dots and stripes of grey. By now he realized that grey on dark in Sam's view was silvery glitters - just like the Impala's fender. How this innocent soul could recreate such a close representation of his wings astounded him.

And what had his grace rejoice more than ever in his existence and made his eyes tear up was his hands holding onto the brothers', creating a circle that spread the warmth inside him into every fiber of his being.

He was welcomed into the trust of the Winchesters, after all.

"I love it" he whispered, his eyes roaming over the picture, wishing to sear it into his memories. With an idea, he turned to Sam. "May I keep it?"

Sam's eyes, filled with hope, rounded out even more in excitement.

"Really?"

"Yes" Castiel nodded earnestly. "I want to have it with me for the rest of my existence. This is the most precious gift anyone has ever given me. Thank you so much, little one."

Sam was listening to him with mouth gaping in shock. The two - maybe, luckily - didn't notice Dean surreptitiously wiping at his eyes. What the angel said to his little brother was so moving, he wanted to believe it to be true.

"You're welcome, Cas" Sam finally replied politely, recovering from his shock. He hugged Castiel again. "I love you, Castie."

"I love you, too, little one" the angel replied and meant every syllable of it.

Their tender moment was interrupted when Sam straightened up. A whimper of pain escaped the tiny frame that began shivering in Cas' arms.

"Sammy?" Dean called out, instantly worried.

"Dizzy..." Sam whimpered miserably, lifting a hand up to his head. Dean pulled him out of Castiel's hold and hurried into the bedroom, the angel following him. He laid the child down, but by the time his head hit the pillow, Sam was out cold.

"I think it's time" Dean said, glancing at Castiel. The angel was once again staring at the drawing before he folded it up and placed it into his pocket. Dean would probably swear on his life that Castiel was misty-eyed.

"Shouldn't you undress him?" the angel asked concerned, watching the little boy in the bed.

"I don't think I need to. He was already in children's clothes when he turned" Dean answered, focusing back onto his brother, stroking his head to comfort him even in unconsciousness. The two stayed still, just watching over the boy, but soon his small frame was engulfed by the bright blue light. Dean turned his head away to keep his vision intact, but Castiel watched as the light stretched out fully on the mattress before dissipating, leaving behind the still form of the adult Sam Winchester.

A groan was the first sign of the younger man's awakening then hazel-green eyes opened sluggishly, rolling around unfocused before landing on Dean.

"Hey, Sammy" the older brother whispered. "How are you feeling?"

Sam blinked a couple times, seemingly rousing himself more and more each time. Soon he began pushing himself upright and Dean helped him lean against the headboard.

"I'm okay" Sam finally answered, sounding coherent. "Just a little worn out." His eyes turned towards Castiel, only widening in surprise.

"I'm glad to see you again, Sam" the angel greeted him with a nod. The young man watched him confused, but soon it cleared up and the human smiled uncertainly.

"Hey, Cas."

"Do you remember what happened?" Dean asked, sitting onto the edge of the mattress. Sam blushed slightly but nodded.

"It was my fault" he said, lowering his eyes guiltily. "I thought... she hurt you and I..."

"Hey, it's okay" Dean slid closer and pulled his brother into a hug. "We're okay now. And no more chick-flick moments about it after this, got it?"

Sam chuckled as he returned the gesture tightly. As they separated, the younger Winchester turned back to Castiel.

"Thank you so much" he said, his eyes reflecting some of the hope and gratitude the little boy had. "For taking care of me and helping Dean."

"It was my pleasure" Castiel replied honestly. "I am... happy that you are well."

Sam blushed even deeper but smiled.

"I guess the sun is smiling today" he muttered, gazing into the bright blue eyes teasingly. Castiel returned the smile.

"I am certain it is."


A few months later...

Castiel stared out into the darkness, lost in his own mind. The harsh words of Dean Winchester were echoing through his mind over and over. He tried to get the hunter to understand, but the other was resisting.

Why would someone deny themselves eternal peace? Humans wished for nothing else, and yet... Here was one human, who would rather suffer for an eternity in such a messy, disturbed world than to live a long, happy existence, without troubles, without sins, without worries...

"It's all a bunch of lies, you poor stupid son of a bitch!"

He sighed as his mind screamed at him in Dean's voice. He had encountered his own doubts about the transpiring event, but the orders are for the greater good. They just want to bring peace to everyone! No one can change destiny.

Yet, again, here's one human, who would die for it. Who would lay down their life just to have this... agonizing planet stay as it is. But why?

"You were gonna help me once, weren't you? You were gonna warn me about this before they dragged you back to Bible Camp. Help me, please!"

Yes, he was going to alert Dean about his own doubts, maybe offer him some assistance. But they found him... They made him see reason... Then why does he feel so torn up about it?

Castiel shoved his hands into the pockets of the trenchcoat, his shoulders hunching over tiredly. A posture he had picked up from the humans some time ago. He felt tired and just wanted to get this over with. He had been praying for the peace waiting for them after this, but it was taking so long to get it...

He frowned as his fingers brushed something different than the textile of the trenchcoat. As he gently felt around it, he realized it was a folded paper. He pulled it out and opened it up, confused why this got into his pocket.

He stared at the child's drawing on it, his blue eyes slowly filling up with realization.

"I drew this for you!"

A small child, an innocent soul bouncing excitedly, introducing him to the figures in the picture...

"I have a weird friend!"

He unconsciously let a smile flash across his face. The happiest memory of his existence...

"This is the most precious gift anyone has ever given to me."

It was a selfless act of a tiny child, who was terrified of him at first then welcomed him as a friend... As a part of his tiny, broken family...

Castiel traced his finger over the dark wings sprouting from the stick figure's back, embracing the other two protectively, and the figure was holding their hands.

"I will protect him with my life."

And that little boy is now rushing head first into the Apocalypse.

"You know what's real? People. Families. That's real! And you're gonna watch 'em all burn?!"

"What is so worth saving? I see nothing but pain here!"

Yes, that was his response.

And this, in his hands, was the painful reminder how wrong he was.

Castiel blinked slowly, trying to get his emotions under control. In the undisturbed darkness, memories resurfaced: two brothers laughing in an embrace, clinging to each other desperately, a young boy, hands clasped together praying for his brother's happiness... Two arms embracing him... A pat on his shoulder...

'Is this worth saving then, you stupid son of a bitch?'

The voice resounding inside him sounded so much like Dean... And it was right. If this wasn't worth saving... then he might as well just get his sword out and end his existence.

Feeling a wild flame flare inside him, he folded the drawing and pocketed it. Shoulders squaring with determination, he disappeared from the pier he had been standing on.

He knew what he must do.

And he would rather die than just watch from the side the Winchester brothers fighting alone.

The End


Soooo... how was it?

I like it, but I hope you do, too. And the last scene... I just couldn't resist. Thank Youtube for that. I rewatched the Castiel and Dean scenes in the green room on it and it fits so well. :D

Anyways, I still need to tackle the next prompt, so it'll be posted the day after tomorrow at the latest, I swear.

See you soon!