Cas teleported us about a days walk away from our brother, then he started sniffling and apologising because his powers weren't as good as a 'big angel's.' And on cue, I hugged him and told him it was alright. Cas had spent a lot of time talking and playing games with Sammy, I was worried to say the least.
He hadn't cried, not once. He grew sort of distant, in that orphaned six year old kind of way, I can't really describe it, but it was like he grew wise overnight. He wouldn't talk to anybody unless they talked to him, hence why Cas was trying so hard. I must admit I felt kind of useless, from the moment Sammy was born I felt this kind of obligation to him-no matter what happened to me, I'd make sure he'd grow up okay. All this supernatural stuff had been happening for as long as I could remember and the last thing I wanted was for him to become the centre of it, now that he was, it seemed to not even bother him. It was like he didn't even need me.
That's when he finally spoke.
"Dean?" He asked rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah Sammy?"
"My legs hurt..." He said, looking at me intently.
I smiled at his stubbornness, he was never one to give in and straight up ask for help, I guess he got that from me. I took off my jacket and wrapped it round his shoulders, hoisted him up onto my waist and carried on walking. He was asleep within minutes. Cas and I walked through the night, and finally, hungry and exhausted, we arrived at this run down looking house in the middle of a field. It was painted blue, a long time ago though. It was faded in patches and peeling off in others, the windows were boarded up and there were symbols and runes painted all over the place. It looked like a kind of knock off Scooby-Doo trap.
"So do we knock or..?" I asked Cas.
"Yeah, but it's a secret knock, only I know it." he said with a smug look. I couldn't help feeling a little proud of him. He went up to the faded blue door, you could see through the dirty glass that it was boarded up from the inside, at this point Sam was waking up and he was grumpy. Sam being the Sam he was before his morning coffee and cigarette, wriggled out of my arms and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
"You gonna knock then or what?" He asked Cas in a monotonal, tired voice. Cas took out a long, slender silver knife and slit his forearm, he dabbed at the blood with his finger and painted a rune on the door, and with that we were teleported inside.
"Damn Cas, that was metal." I remarked.
"You lied to everyone Cas, that wasn't a knock!" Cried Sammy, I would love to say that he grew out of being a smartass, but he didn't.
Something was off about this place, there was a faint smell of sulphur lingering in the air. I Instinctively pushed Sam behind me, and Cas instinctively held my wrist and stood slightly in front of me. He was good at this whole guardian angel thing, and I have to admit, him holding my wrist gave me a sense of security. It wasn't just me and Sammy anymore. I was grateful for that. The room we were in was surprisingly welcoming compared to the outside, the oakwood floor was clean and all rough looking, the staircase had a blue carpet, kind of faded but still nice to look at. The walls were wood too, the house had the whole cabin in the woods look going on, except cabins in the woods didn't have runes and symbols painted all over the place. At least I didn't think so.
Cas called out.
"Adam?"
I remember feeling a rush of excitement, I had another brother! And now I knew his name, even though I was a little apprehensive, I shivered with excitement just at the thought of having an actual family again.
"Castiel? Is that you?" Called back a tentative voice.
"Oh Adam it's you! I promised I'd come back with them!"
Adam's voice flickered with excitement. "I'll be right up!" We heard the sound of rushed footsteps from below us, before we knew it, a tall blond boy rushed out of the door under the stairs. He pulled all three of us in a bear hug. After about ten seconds he cupped my face.
"You look so much like dad, Dean." He had blue eyes, kind of like Sam's, which lit up when he smiled. He was surprisingly soft spoken compared, to the rest of my father's spawn.
"And you must be Sammy!" He said, lifting Sam above his head, then cuddling him like an oversized teddy bear. I mean, don't get me wrong I have nothing against the guy, but something in my mind clicked when he called my baby brother Sammy. Only I call him Sammy I thought to myself, I guess it didn't come to mind that he wouldn't be only my little brother anymore. I quickly shook myself out of it though, my anger was replaced by relief that we actually had another family member hanging around. He lead us into the living room where there was a fireplace, a bunch of bedrolls, a radio, a small TV and a bunch of assorted weapons. We all sat down, Adam grinning at us like we were the best thing in the world. He definitely passed the Winchester test, he looked like a mixture of Sam and I, except he was blond and much paler. He had some of dad's rugged handsomeness with his unkempt hair and wild sparkle in his eyes, but his soft jaw line and seemingly permanent little smile begged to differ.
"Oh!" Cried Cas. "I almost forgot! I need to angel radio Gabriel!"
"You guys might wanna stand back." Both Adam and I said simultaneously. Our eyes locked and we shared a chuckle.
We watched Cas' face crinkle up as he concentrated, after around thirty seconds of face squishing we heard the usual crash, we turned around to see Gabriel sprawled at the foot of the stairs.
"I'm okay!" He called, dusting himself off. Cas jumped up excitedly.
"Yay Gabriel came!"
"CAS!" Gabriel called, pulling him into a hug. We all laughed at the familiar sight. Gabriel then came round and hugged us all individually, except Adam, he pretty much jumped on Adam.
"Hey kiddo, got any messages from the big guy?" He asked ruffling his hair. Gabriel's expression darkened.
"Have you told him, Cas?"
Cas whimpered. "No..."
"Guy's, what happened..?" Adam asked, worry spreading over his face. Cas took hold of Gabriel's hand, they both began to whimper.
Adam turned to me. "Dean..?"
I took a breath and told him what had happened.
"I'm so sorry, Adam." My voice was thick with emotion. "Dad didn't make it."
