"I finished reading the book Dean. I know why you did what you did. Why you fell and I forgive you. I refuse to tell you what I know though. I believe that you should remember it on your own. You would believe your memories more than you would believe me or a book and you know that." Cas mumbled into Dean's neck. Cas felt sure that Dean- no his Father- would crush him if he held him any tighter.
"What book Cas?" Dean asked.
"A book I found in Heaven. I'm so confused though. I need answers that I know you can't give to me right now. I know I shall have to wait. I am not going to ask my – the woman who gave birth to me. I'm not sure if I believe what the book says in that regards. Also I'd rather stay far far away from her. As should you, which is one reason why I'm not going to tell you." Dean gripped Cas even tighter.
"You have to be careful. You're not going to be leaving my side. Before you fight me on this Cas you need to know. The Host wants you dead. They put a warrant out for your head. I swear when I get my Grace back I am going to kick some Angel ass." A soft sigh escapes Cas's lips. He looks into Deans eyes and mummers,
"Let's go home. To Bobby's, please Dad?" Dean hmm's in agreement and with a flutter of wings they were at the motel. Although, from what they flew in on they wished they'd just gone straight to Bobby's. Dean shoved Cas's head into his chest and bellowed,
"I'm going to kill you both! There is a child here!" Cas growled at being called a child. Dean chuckled and said,
"At least you don't have your trench coat on. I can't call you a baby in a trench coat." Cas pushed away and huffed in his 'I shall smite you' voice,
"I am not a cherub anymore Dad!" Dean smiles and ruffles Cas's hair laughing,
"Of course not. You just came out of the nursery. You're a fledging now Cas. That's much cooler." If looks could kill….
"I am an Angel of the Lord!" Cas thundered.
"But you're technically not old enough to be," was Dean's reply.
"Mother Hen." Cas huffed under his breath.
"Oh I'm not the real mother hen. Bobby is, speaking of which aren't we heading home?" Dean turned around when he heard Sam clear his throat.
"Uh-Dean-" Sam started only to be cut off by Dean.
"Nuh-huh, shut it Sam. Get your things. We're out of here. Gabriel really? Sam? Ughh…. You just take Sam to Bobby's. We'll be there in a few days. Don't give me that Bitch Face Sammy. We'll be fine! See ya." With a nod to Gabriel it is just Dean and Cas, his son.