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Also, I know it's been like two years. I know I'm the worst. I'm working on it haha

"Thanks again for the clean up," Dean said, as he stood and refilled his glass of water, "must be nice to have your mojo back."

"Yes. About that. I came to see if I could be of any assistance in finding a way to remove the mark; however, I also came to inform you that I have acquired new knowledge concerning my grace. The grace I use now is that of another angel. There is still a shred of my grace hidden somewhere on this planet, and I intend to find it."

"That's great news Cas. Anything Sam and I can do to help?" Dean asked.

Castiel took in the sight of Dean Winchester, with his baby smooth face and casual smile, he looked nothing like the Dean he knew.

"No, I simply wanted to inform you of my situation. I will be occupied with this task for an uncertain amount of time. Of course, should you find yourselves in a life-or-death situation, as you often do, I will do my best to be available if you call."

"Well hey, thanks for the heads up, and if you need us you can call too you know," Dean smiled.

"I doubt that I will require the aid of two children," Cas said with an air of lightness, "but I can appreciate the gesture."

"Suit yourself," Dean shrugged and started to leave. "Cas, now that I think about it, there is one thing you could do, if you're up for it."

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Castiel held his hand out and watched as bills of various amounts shot out of the ATM machine and into his palm. Once he had a hefty stack he called it quits and deposited the money into Dean's backpack.

"I can't believe you've had this power all along," Dean said. He looked down into his full backpack and smiled. "When I asked for you to scrounge up some cash, I had no idea tapping ATM's was an option."

"Yes, well that should hold you for a while. Of course, I disabled the camera so we are, as you say, in the clear."

"Thanks man," Dean smiled again and zipped up his bag.

"Of course," Cas returned Dean's smile.

"Well, we better be getting back. Sammy's probably already conked out for the night."

The moon was big and heavy in the sky, and the roads of Lebanon were still and quiet.

"You go ahead," Cas instructed.

"You leaving already?"

"I have something to do, but I will come by in the morning to say goodbye to you and Sam."

"Good," Dean said. "He wouldn't like you skipping out without doing an actual goodbye thing."

"Of course."

Dean climbed into the Impala which had been parked along the curb and waved his goodbye.

Once back at the bunker, Dean tossed his money bag on his favorite chair at the central table and quietly made his way to Sam's room. The door was open, and Sam was nowhere to be seen. Dean was still for a moment — then turned and went directly to his room. Sure enough, Sam was curled up on Dean's bed.

Dean looked around his room, it seemed larger and more spacious now that he was smaller, but there was something else. He noticed that the stacks of books he had been accumulating in his room were gone. Before their most recent hunt, Dean had been all-consumed with the task of finding a way to remove the mark of Cain. Although he always teased Sam for being the book-boy, Dean had been reading lore like his life depended on it, because in a way it did. He had been meaning to return them all to their various shelves, but it was clear that Sam had taken the initiative while he was out on his errand with Cas.

"You all tuckered out from carrying books half your body weight?" Dean asked his sleeping brother.

Sam didn't stir when Dean lifted him from the bed. Dean smiled thinking about all the times he had carried his little brother back when he was this small. Then his smile waned thinking about some of the more recent times he was tasked with carrying Sam. Those times were bloodier.

With his mind a bit preoccupied, Dean accidently bumped Sam's foot against the doorframe as he exited his room.

"Huh?" Sam mumbled, slowly opening his eyes halfway.

"Shh, it's ok. Go back to sleep," Dean whispered.

"Dean?" Sam slurred.

"Yep."

"Mm," Sam's eyelids slid back down, and a little smile appeared on his face.

Dean almost laughed at the dopey look on his brother's face but didn't want to risk waking him. He carefully made it to Sam's bedside and took a minute to get Sam snuggled up in his now much too large bed.

"Goodnight, Sammy."

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Dean bounded into the kitchen still sweaty from his morning exercise regiment.

"What are you making?" he asked his younger brother.

"Smoothies."

Sam was kneeling on a kitchen chair as he chopped up a banana to drop into the blender.

Dean pretended to gag as he took in the sight of a variety of fruits and vegetables covering the counter top. He came around to Sam's side, picked up a bunch of kale, sniffed it, and continued his fake gag routine.

"Stop touching stuff, you're all gross," Sam said, as he scrunched up his nose. "You smell like a locker room."

"That's the smell of teen spirit."

"Yeah, well it's awful." Sam flipped on the blender and watched his concoction liquify. By the time it was done, Cas had entered the kitchen.

"You're just in time," Dean said, "Sam's about to feed us pureed rabbit food."

"That does sound nourishing, but I don't require it. Thank you Sam."

Sam smiled at Cas's sincerity.

"I just came to say goodbye," Cas said.

"Good luck," Sam said. He hopped off of his chair and gave Cas a parting hug. It was strange for him to be wrapping his arms around Cas's middle instead of over his shoulders. "I'm sure you'll find your grace. Just be careful."

"I will," Cas assured. "I know you are in the middle of your breakfast, but I would like to show you something I found before I go."

"Anything to get me away from this fruit factory," Dean joked as he ruffled Sam's hair.

Sam swatted at his brother, and the two of them followed Cas down the bunker hallway and into the garage.

"Out here," Cas instructed. He opened the garage door, and the little group walked through the tunnel out into the morning sun.

Sam and Dean didn't spend much time loafing around the perimeter of the bunker, and you couldn't exactly say they had a yard, but they did have fairly dense woodlands surrounding the bunker in every direction.

Cas lead them down a short path, that neither of them remembered ever seeing before, and into a small clearing. Assembled in the center of the clearing was…

"A trampoline?!" Sam exclaimed.

"Cas, when did you do all this?" Dean asked, looking at the small field and trampoline. He noticed that the wall of trees lining the field were covered in sigils.

"Can I?" Sam asked, seeming almost embarrassed.

"Of course," Cas said.

Dean looked on as Sam tried not to sprint over to the trampoline.

"Last night," Cas explained, "I wanted to create a safe outdoor space for you two. On our way to the ATM, you said something about wanting to make sure Sam had some fun this time around."

"Right, and I mentioned the trampoline thing." Dean nodded, remembering the brief conversation. "So you did all this?"

"It isn't much. The protective sigils are activated, and I made sure to get the model with netting. You two are prone to injury. It seemed a wise choice."

Dean laughed, "yeah probably."

"Well," Cas said, "goodbye Dean."

"Wait," Dean smiled, "you can't leave until you've gotten in a few good bounces."

"Dean, I'm an Angel of the Lord. I don't bounce."