A/N: Okay, this chap is a bit longer due to the first part being really short. There is definitely language in this part but, I mean, it's Supernatural. There is some Destiel, but it's not the main focus. I enjoy reading what you guys have to say, so leave a review and be honest!

Although Sam had promised to stay away from his older brother, he owed his help to this girl in honor of her father. The only issue was that he and Dean had promised to stay away from hunting, and he'd done small jobs here and there before the kids were born and ever since then he'd done research for old hunting partners. He could not bear telling Dean that he'd broken his promise, but he also couldn't bear lying to his big brother. Maybe dean had done a little hunting here and there too.

Sam sighed deeply. "I haven't talked to Dean since we went our separate ways, but he did say something about moving back to Lawrence, Kansas all of those years ago. I heard that he got married though, so he may have moved in with Lisa or who ever."

Paige smiled. "Thanks Sam. I'll try to bring him and his family over here to safety. By the way, what're your cute kids here named? A niece and nephew might be good motivation to come back and see you guys. If I don't have their names, he might assume that I'm lying."

Trissa butted in, face full of pride. "This little angel is Jessica Ellen and she's a year old," she said, pointing to the baby. Next, she pointed to her son, "This little squirt is three and his name is John Robert."

Paige's face softened. "Like, Robert after Uncle Bobby... er Bobby Singer?"

Sam looked at her, surprised by the relation. "Bobby was your uncle?"

She nodded. "He was married to my mother's older step-sister, Karen until she was possessed and he had to put her down. I met him once when I was real little and my ma was having some car trouble on our way to move into my step-father's house. Bobby let me help him out, even though I couldn't do much. I remember everything my uncle taught me that day. He really was a great man."

Sam nodded. They said their goodbyes and Paige headed off towards an old, black '63 Buik Riviera that he recognized from somewhere, he just couldn't put his finger on it. He couldn't just look up the license plate number, this girl was too smart of a hunter for that. Sam, still suspicious of the teenage girl, looked for any evidence of her true identity. He caught the surname "Sanders" written on the tag sticking out of the back of her leather jacket as she was walking out the door. It wasn't a lot to go on, as it was a common last name and she could've stolen the jacket, but it was something. He'd look into it once the kids were all settled into bed and the place was cleaned up.

Paige drove into Lawrence and searched for any house that could've hinted towards Dean's style. She saw a house with old, chipped siding and drove toward it. She was surprise to see the name "Winchester" printed on the house across the street. Besides the Impala parked in the back of the driveway, this would not be the house that you'd expect Dean Winchester to have. The yard was well-mowed and there was a white picket fence in the backyard. The house itself was blue with white on the doorway and windowsills. The paint job was excellent. The house looked to be two stories, possibly with a basement. Dean was definitely making a lot of money for a man without a college degree. Paige walked up the cobbled walkway towards the door and rang the doorbell.
A man with messy black hair and blue eyes opened the door. His eyes were even baggier than Trissa's and his chin was covered in stubble. In the background, a baby was screaming.

"Hello Miss. What do you need? Please make it fast, I have a baby to tend to." The man had a low, gravelly voice.

"Hello. I'm Paige. I need to talk to Dean Winchester," she said politely.

He opened the door wider. "Come on in, Paige. He's still at work in his auto shop, but he should be home momentarily. My name is Castiel."

Paige followed him in to the living room and took a seat on the couch as he went to get the baby. He came back with the baby, but the screaming did not stop. The baby was real little, maybe six months old, and had brown, curly hair and gray eyes. It wore just a black AC/DC onesie, so you couldn't really tell the gender.

Luckily, Castiel spoke first. "Her name is Joanna Mary Winchester and I am most certainly not her favorite caretaker. Would you like to try to hold Jo?"

She smiled sympathetically. "Sorry, I'll pass. If she doesn't like you, she'll definitely hate me!"

Suddenly, the door burst open. In walked a man with short blondish brown hair and the same sparkling green eyes as Sam. It must have been Dean. He saw Paige and looked to Cas in question. Cas just gave him a look that said "please help me". Dean came by and picked up baby Jo. Immediately, she stopped crying.

He then looked Paige in the eye and calmly said, "Who the fuck are you?"

Paige looked back at him. "Paige. I'm a hunter and you have to go to your brother's place before all of the remaining demon forces gather in a last ditch effort to kill you for revenge. God told me to get you to safety, and Sam's place is really well protected."

"And why in hell would I believe a teenage girl who says that God told her that demons are going to come and kill me?!"

Cas piped up, "Dean, I believe she is telling the truth."

Dean stared at him, baby still resting on his chest. "How would you know? You aren't an angel anymore, you can't detect this shit!"

Castiel looked from Paige to Dean. "Don't you recognize her?"

"Not really."

"She is the child of an angel, more specifically, the archangel, Gabriel"
Dean's mouth was gaping open. He looked her in the eye. "Look, Paige, I'm really sorry. Why don't you stay for a while so that we can talk and I can get the team to come help."