I grabbed Sammy's hand, turned my back to Castiel and briskly walked away, I really wasn't liking the idea of another Supernatural encounter. Cas started running, trying to keep up, but tripped over his stupid coat. Part of me wanted to help him up but I kept walking, maybe if I kept walking he'd give up. Instead he scrambled to his feet, grinning like an imbecile.

"Dean! Hey Dean!" He called. "Stop running! I can teleport you!"

"No tha-"

And just like that we appeared in Bobby's living room. Bobby was stood there, mouth gaping open, beer bottle in hand.

"Knocking doesn't cost much." He said through a smile. He hoisted up Sam and gave him a hug. "So what brings you boys to Uncle Bobby? "

"The baby angel." Sam said matter-of-factly.

"Baby angel?" Bobby asked suspiciously. I diverted my gaze, Bobby understood something was wrong and lifted Sam to his eye-level. "Hey Sammy, I want you to do me a favour! Go to the kitchen and tell Aunty Karen that I want a nice big blueberry pie, okay?"

Sam scurried off to the kitchen, leaving Bobby and I alone. I remembered all the other times mum or dad dropped us off here. "Go help Aunty Karen with the pie." Bobby would always tell us. I guess it was some kind of code to them.

"So...What happened?" Bobby asked cautiously.

I opened my mouth to speak, but a horrible squeaking sound came out instead, before I knew It I burst into tears. "He's dead Bobby..."

Bobby wrapped his arms around me instinctively, come to think of it, I'd only ever cried around him. If I cried around dad he'd just give me this disgusted look and tell me to be a man. I remembered all the bad things that happened before Sammy was born. The strange men, the monsters. I never mentioned it to anyone because they all treated the situations like something normal. I always cried though, but only when I was with Bobby. He'd always say the same thing.

"It's okay to cry, boy. Just talk to me when you're ready."

So that's what I did, I calmed down enough to explain everything, from my parents argument, to the box with the english demon, to the men with black eyes. I told him how the last thing I saw was my dad, laying dead on the floor and my mum fighting the men with tears in her eyes.

"And the angel Sam mentioned?" He asked.

"Castiel..." I began to explain but a crashing sound cut me off.

"HI DEAN!" Shouted Cas from the pile of books he crashed into. He got up and stumbled to my side, smiling wide like he'd achieved something.

"Oh." Said Bobby. "He's a baby."

"Yep!" Cas replied.

"Meatsuit?" Bobby asked.

"Nope, just me!" He replied.

"Am I missing something here?"

"He's a newborn angel."

I looked at him blankly and blinked.

"Dean, he's an angel. Normally angels possess people like demons do, except they ask permission. Castiel being a newborn means that he's in his original body, the body that was assigned to him." He glanced over at Cas who was bouncing on the couch. "He's all that's in that body."

"Okay but hold up. I've always known about ghosts, demons even, but angels? What else is no one telling me?" I asked.

"Look Dean, we tried-your parents and I, we didn't want you to live a life like this." Bobby looked desperate, but I stood my ground.

"Bobby. What. Aren't. You. Telling. Me."

"I'll explain everything, but first I need to make sure your mother is okay."

Bobby told me to help Sam and Karen in the kitchen while he went looking for mum, after about an hour he returned with her. She looked shaken, but composed. Her eyes were puffy and her blonde hair was matted with blood, I took Sam away before he noticed her, no one should see their mother look so shaken. I took him outside and sat him on Bobby's rusty swingset. I began pushing him gently while chatting to him about everything and anything-until he stopped me.

"I saw the blood." Sam said wide eyed. I was stunned, I couldn't think of the right thing to reply with, so I didn't.

"Daddy was hurt wasn't he?" He said, while furrowing his eyebrows.

"Yeah Sammy, he was..." I replied trying to hold back tears. He nodded, then went back to thinking, he was thinking so hard I could almost see steam coming out his ears.

"Those men weren't people were they?" He asked.

"No Sammy." I replied, my voice sounded strained. Sam stopped asking questions, I think he could hear the weakness in my voice.

After about half an hour, Bobby called us in. Mum had cleaned up and was sitting on the couch with Karen holding her hand. She sat me down next to her and propped Sam onto her lap. She told us that dad didn't make it, she told us what those things were, and she told us the truth. She explained how everything in the scary stories are real, and how it was her and dad's job to keep them away. Nobody cried. Instead we sat there in stunned silence, I could see Sam thinking. Eventually he broke the silence.

"Is daddy in heaven now?"

Mum took a sharp breath and placed Sam on my lap. "You boys are going to stay with Bobby for a while, I have some things I need to sort out." Completely avoiding the question.

I nodded and took Sam to our usual room. I was angry. Everything made sense now at least, but I was angry. Our dad just died and she doesn't want to stick around. Fine, just fine.

I opened the door to see Cas sitting cross legged on the floor, playing with a handgun. Soon as he saw me he got up and patted my head.

"The hell was that?" I asked more angrily than intended.

He looked so devastated. "I...I was trying to make you feel better." He said, a little tear dripping down his cheek. "I'm sorry I thought that's what humans did." His tears came down furiously.

I felt a pang of guilt spread across my chest.

"Hey...It's okay I'm not angry." I said with a soft, hopefully comforting tone.

"You're not?" He asked wide eyed.

"Of course not. Come here, let me show you what humans do to make each other feel better."

He took a step forward and I hugged him, he got the jist of it eventually and hugged back. Then Sammy canonballed into us and we hugged him too, and you know what? I felt happy.