Over the course of the next couple of days, Castiel mainly stayed inside of his room with a book until Dean called him for dinner. He would walk downstairs, eat silently and grab another book if he was close to finishing one. Sam had gone back to school and would come running up to Cas's room after school to talk to him about the days events, which Castiel would listen intently to.

He had no idea what human life was like other than what the mother angels would tell them, which was very limited in itself. All he had known when he left the mill was that he was to listen to whatever the humans told him because they were always going to be better than him.

Some days after school Sam would ask him about angels and what it was like inside of Crowley's place, the history books only grazed over the subject in schools. Castiel would try and sugarcoat it for him, trying to hide him from the horrors that really occurred away from the buyers and once the lights went out.

Dean followed Sam up one day, standing in the doorway of the room as he watched Sam talk to Castiel, a smile on his face. Once Sam started to bring up the questions for Cas, he could feel himself getting drawn into the conversation even more but made no noise to convey his feelings. As Sam left, Dean shut the door behind him and sat down where his brother had just been.

"Look Cas, you have been here for five days and I still don't really know what it was like in there." Dean said softly, crossing his legs and sitting Native American style on the edge of the bed. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to but…I really wanna know…and don't give me the nice stuff you give Sam." He smiled

Castiel knew Dean would ask sooner or later, just buying time and trying to choose his words before this time came. He took a deep breath and set his book down beside him, sitting in a similar position in a chair against the wall.

"I was born only twenty or so months ago.." Castiel started, not meeting Dean's curious gaze. "There are mothers in the mills, ours had three of them. The mothers are….they are the most beautiful creatures you could ever imagine. At one point their wings must have shown with the beauty." He said with a smile on his face as he remembered his own mother, she had long black hair and bright blue eyes just like his. "Then there are the fathers, we had about five or six of them. Crowley would swap them out so that the angels had some variety to them I suppose.

"There were four of us that protected each other, we…we just thought it was right to have some kind of family. Gabriel, the one that I felt was my own brother but there was no way of knowing, protected me the most. When Crowley would come in for the beatings, Gabriel took the brute of them for me….I don't know why, he never said. Just as I was about to reach maturity for the cells, Gabriel was taken away from me. I-I don't know where he is or what happened…I just hope he is happy." Castiel's voice was shaking towards the end of it, tears running into his eyes. To control his emotions, Cas dug his dull nails into his palms to calm himself down, taking sharp breaths.

Dean sensed the irritation and emotion coming from the angel, something he was familiar with but wasn't sure on how to help him. He moved slowly to not scare him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hey…hey its alright…you don't have to go back there ever again….im not gonna hurt you, I promise." He said quietly, tipping his head up so he could look into the teary blue eyes. Dean wiped away the tears with his thumb, smiling softly. "You don't have to tell me anything else tonight okay?"

Castiel stared into his eyes, nodding his head slowly before hugging Dean tightly, burying his face into his shoulder. He gripped the fabric of his flannel shirt in his fist, letting the tears fall down his cheeks and the sobs rock his body. For the first time in a while Castiel was letting out all the emotions that he swore to hide inside the mill, not letting anyone see him cry, not even Gabriel.

Dean held the angel as he cried, rubbing his back below the wings slowly and soothingly. "Its alright Cas…I got you.." He whispered, looking over at the door to see Sam standing in the doorway, having heard everything. Shooting a glare at him, Sam backed out of the room and probably headed back to his own.

Soon the sobs stopped and he was left with just the rare silent tear rolling down his cheek, making him let go of Dean and pull back. Dean gave Castiel a small smile and patted his arm lightly, getting to his feet. "What do you want for dinner? I was thinking about going into town tonight and getting us all something greasy and unhealthy."

At that, Castiel couldn't hold back the smile. He slowly got to his feet as well, stretching his back slightly from his wings. They were pulled inside which could be painful after long periods of time but Castiel slept with them open, letting them stretch out. If someone ran their hands along the sides of his back they would be able to feel the wings under his skin, the folded up bone and feather. It was unsettling to look at in the mirror but if Castiel wore a shirt, it was hardly noticeable.

"If..If you go into town…May I come with you?" Castiel asked after a moment, looking up into Dean's eyes with a hopeful smile and his hands messing with the hem of his shirt.

"Of course you can. Go get Sam and meet me in the garage okay? Tell Sam to help you pick out somewhere to eat tonight." Dean smiled, giving him another pat on the shoulder before walking out of the room, humming a tune that Cas could never even imagine knowing the name to.

A/N: Disclaimer for ever and ever, I dont own Supernatural or its characters