" Momma?"
Dean flicked his eyes open, only to find Steven sitting on his chest. Sam was laying across his own bed, dead asleep. ' Must've imagined it' He , dean tucked Steven under his arm and closed his eyes.
" MOMMA! WAKE UP!"
Dean shot up in bed. Without really thinking about it, he grabbed the gun off of the bedside table and pointed it towards where the sound came from.
At the end of the barrel sat Steve, looking at Dean straight in the eyes.
" Momma!" Steve yelped, jumping into Deans lap. Speechless, dean carefully set down the gun and held Steve up under his front legs.
"You can talk?" Dean said, disbelieving. In reply, Steve nodded his head.
" How?" dean said, setting Steve down.
"That nice angel man did it!"
"'nice angel man'? You mean Cas?"
"No, the other the one. The one who likes sugar!"
Dean cursed.
Cas, He thought, He could use a hand right about now.