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Ok, this is going to be a bit sad, but it gets better nearer the end.

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Dean stood staring at the television, the newsreader having finished and the screen turning to an ad break. He didn't move, speak or make any sound. He seemed to be frozen to the spot.

Cas gently put an hand on his arm. 'Dean, are you ok?' he asked cautiously, his heart breaking at the thought of giving Jayson up.

Dean turned to him, his face red. He coughed awkwardly, not willing to have this conversation in front of Bobby and Sam. He grabbed Castiel's hand and led him from the room. They both went up to Jayson's room and watched over him as he slept. The baby breathed deeply, twitching every so often and letting out small noises, making Dean laugh softly.

'We knew it was coming, Dean.' Cas said gently, his hunter having not said a work to him. Dean was staring at the baby, like he was going to disappear at any moment.

'It doesn't mean I have to like it' he said, lowly so Cas almost missed it. He looked at him, quizzically.

'Dean, if it wasn't for you and Sam, Jayson would be dead. You saved him. You should be proud of that.' He told him, looking him in the eyes.

'I am proud of that, Cas. Look at him.' Dean looked back down at Jayson. 'He needs us.'

Castiel, his heart, now already broken into two pieces, now broke in half again. He hated seeing Dean like this. 'He needs his family, Dean. His real family. He'd be a lot better off with them than here with us.'

'How do you know that? They could be horrible people, not look after him at all.' Dean was clearly clutching at straws that were falling through his hands at a fast pace.

Cas smiled suddenly. 'Can you get any more pessimistic?' he asked, leaning forwards and kissing Dean's cheek. He looked down at Jayson, Dean now putting his arms around his waist.

'They're probably very nice people. They just want their grandson back.' Cas said softly.

'We've done a good job, yeah?' Dean always sounded so doubtful of himself, as though he questioned every action he ever did.

Castiel turned in his arms and looked up at him. 'Yes. We did a good job. He's still here. He's been through two vampire attacks, his parent's deaths and you're snoring. And he's still alive.'

Dean chuckled at the rare show of his angel's humour, still watching Jayson like a hawk. He let out a loud sigh, blowing into Cas's hair.

'I guess we should phone that number.' He groaned, half hoping that Castiel would talk him out of it. But of course, Cas, knowing that it was the right thing to do, smiled encouragingly.

Dean, now defeated, pulled out his phone and walked out of the room. If he was going do this, he was going to do it in private.

Castiel watched him go, knowing that what all Dean Winchester had been through, watching his brother die, him die, and the world nearly ending, this was the hardest thing he had ever had to do.

-x-

Sam watched Castiel walk back into the living room, looking drained, defeated and dejected. The angel's demeanour seemed to have changed, as though the weight of the world had suddenly appeared on his shoulders.

'Where's Dean?' he asked, sitting on the sofa next to Cas, who had closed his eyes.

'He's gone to call Jayson's grandparents.' He told Sam, not opening his eyes.

Sam looked shocked; he had not expected Dean to give Jayson up so easily.

'It's for the best, Sam.' Cas said softly, as though he had read his mind. Which he probably did. 'It it much better that Jayson lives with his real family. They can offer him what we cannot offer him here.'

'What do you mean? We can offer him everything a child wants here' Sam didn't agree with the angel at all.

Castiel opened his eyes, staring at the younger Winchester. 'He almost was killed. Twice. Those vampires wouldn't have given up if we hadn't have killed them. He deserves a life where he doesn't have to worry about those sorts of things. I think, of all things, that would be what you wished for him.'

Sam didn't have anything to say to that, knowing that the angel was right. He sighed turning away. As he turned he saw Dean walk towards him. His older brother had red rimmed eyes, as if he had been crying. And a bleeding hand, which was dripping blood on to the floor.

'Oh, Dean.' Cas breathed, walking over to him and taking his hand, inspecting the cuts to his knuckles. 'What did you do?'

'That wall was asking for it.' mumbled Dean, shrugging the matter away. He cleared his throat, looking at Castiel. 'I called them, Cas. They said we could drop him off this afternoon. I explained what I could and their gonna let it be anonymous. Their not gonna call the cops' He looked down. 'We've got three hours until then.' A single tear ran down his cheek and he shook with emotion.

Cas enveloped him in his arms, Dean putting his head down into the crook of his neck, just about keeping himself from sobbing. There were still some things he wouldn't do in front of Sam and Bobby. Not if he could help it.

-x-

Jayson obviously having the need to sleep right through the next three hours, snuffled in his sleep, letting out a high pitched sneeze. Dean and Cas had sat watching him, packing away all his baby things to take with them and talking about the future.

'I always knew I wanted kids. Someone to call mine, to shape someone to how I wished I'd been when I was younger.' The older Winchester smiled, thinking off all the possibilities. Someone who hadn't learnt how to fire a gun at seven would be a good start.

'You'd make a great father, Dean.' Cas patted Dean on the arm, earning a smile.

'So would you, with your high morals of right and wrong.'

'If I've got such high morals then why did I fall in the first place, then?' Cas asked, smiling.

'Touché' grinned Dean. 'Oh.' He smiled and reached down into the cot, Jayson having finally woken up. 'Hey there, little man. Thought you were gonna miss the ride.' Dean savoured the warmness that you only got with a sleeping baby, the sweet smells, the sounds. Something he would never forget.

'It's time' Cas said sadly, standing up.

Dean nodded, holding Jayson close and following the angel out of the room. He turned around and looked back, just one more time. He looked down at the little bundle in his arms, jiggling him, just how he liked it, making him giggle.

Letting out a loud sigh, Dean switched off the light, shrouding the whole room in darkness.

-x-

'Azul!' an elderly women, wearing a long flowing dress, greeted them as they walked into the mall that they had agreed to drop Jayson off in.

The women ran up to Cas, who was pushing the pram, grabbing Jayson and pulling him to her chest, sobbing uncontrollably. 'I thought we'd never see you again' he cooed. 'We've been so worried.'

A man, not much older than his wife, shook both Dean and Castiel's hand. 'Thank you' he kept repeating, eyes clouding over with happiness.

Dean, finding it difficult to speak, he was so full of emotion, merely nodded his head, his eyes locked on Jayson, who was giggling in his grandmothers arms.

'He's a good child.' Castiel told her. 'He will make you proud in the future.'

The lady nodded, kissing Cas on the cheek. The angel stood aside, watching Jayson, his own eyes filling with tears. He felt Dean stand next to him, take his hand, offering some comfort.

'He was well looked after' he assured Jayson's grandparents. Azul's grandparents. He would have to get used to he new name.

'Could we say goodbye to him, please?' choked out the angel, his tears now falling freely his face.

'Sure' whispered the man. He took Azul from his grandmother's arms and passing him to Cas, who held him gently, close to his chest.

'You be good, you hear?' he whispered, a tear falling and hitting Azul gently on the forehead, making him blink in surprise. Cas chuckled, sniffing, passing him to Dean.

Dean looked down at the little bundle in his arms, tears leaking from his eyes. . 'You make sure, little man, when you grow big and strong, you won't forget us. You got that, buddy? Cos' we as sure as hell ain't gonna forget you.' He breathed, just so Castiel and the baby could hear him. He swore he heard Jayson (he would never get used to calling him Azul) make a sound, as if agreeing to what he had just said to him.

Dean chuckled and handed him back, knowing that it was now or never. He took a deep, shaky breath, running a hand over his face, cleaning away his tears.

'Thank you so much. You have no idea what this means to us.' Smiled Azul's grandfather. 'You both truly are angels.'

Dean smiled, looking at Castiel, who seemed proud, smiling back at him.

'Thank you' Dean sighed and turned away, walking away from Jayson, who had been his whole life for the past fortnight, knowing Castiel was right behind him.

He had meant what he said. Neither of them would ever forget Jayson. Not as long as they lived.

I hope that was a happy enough ending for you all. There is still one more chapter to come, a sort of epilogue.

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