SkyGem: Hey guys! Just wanted to say I love you all so much for being so supportive! I'm surprised at the amazing response this fic has gotten, and I'm looking forward to your support in the future! Every single one of your reviews just sends me over the moon with happiness!

Also, some of y'all have been saying that my portrayal of Emma is too advanced for her age and yes, I am aware of that. She's not that advanced though. As one of my amazing reviewers (FFN user strixx) mentioned in their review, by the age of four, children's linguistic skills are developing at a very quick rate ,and they are already able to speak in full sentences and are quite talkative.

The only thing that's a bit abnormal about Emma is that she is able to form slightly more sophisticated sentences than others her age, and is better at grasping concepts that her peers wouldn't be able to for a few years. I've decided to portray her like this because in the canon, she was an Amazon who grew at such a rate that she had the body of a sixteen-year-old in just three days. So Emma's slightly higher than normal development in my fic is a bit like an echo of the canon Emma.

"Hello Dean."

Dean couldn't help the smile that stretched across his face when he finally found familiar blue eyes blinking back at him from the screen.

"Hey Cas! Glad to finally be able to talk to you! I would've called you literally the moment I got your skype name yesterday, but I was a bit busy."

The other male just looked down with a shy smile before replying, "That's alright, Dean. I know how busy you must be with work."

Groaning and sitting back, Dean replied, "Dude, that is not even the half of it! I've got my freaking midterms for my online classes coming up so literally all of my free time is going to studying for that, and I'm sick of it!"

Chuckling quietly, Castiel looked back up at the screen, an amused grin on his face.

"Believe me, it is so much worse when you are a full time university student."

"Dude, I know," replied Dean, "My little brother calls me at least once every other day to bitch about all the work he has to do.

"Anyways, mind hanging on just a second?" he said as he caught sight of the time.

Getting up from his desk chair, he picked up his laptop and relocated to his bed, laying it down and getting to work building a nest out of his comforter.

Once he had burrowed comfortably into his sheets, he picked the laptop back up and smiled at the camera.

"Sorry, I'm expecting some company, and I gotta be ready before she gets here."

Castiel didn't reply to this, merely staring at him with a slightly dazed expression.

"Cas?" asked Dean, confused, and the college student finally snapped out of it.

"Sorry," he replied, still seeming a bit dazed. "I was just thinking that you look kind of adorable like that."

As he said this, his cheeks flushed a deep red, and Dean felt his stomach flutter a bit.

"Thanks, but I'm nowhere near as adorable as you, Cas," he replied with a charming smile, and was rewarded when Cas's blush became a deeper red, and he became extremely flustered, looking anywhere but at the screen.

"Th-thank you . Umm, I…ah…" he paused for a second, as if trying to gather himself, before looking back at the camera. "Umm, you said you were expecting company?" he asked, seeming confused as to what kind of company would require a bed nest.

"Yeah," replied Dean, a goofy smile on his face. "Emma's gonna be home from school soon and I promised her this morning we could cuddle, since she wasn't feeling well."

"Oh," replied Castiel, his eyebrows furrowing a bit, "I hope she's doing alright."

"Ah, she's fine. Just had a bit of a fever. I would've let her stay home, but she really wanted to go, something about a promise with one of her new friends."

Castiel nodded at this, "If I remember properly, at that age, school was actually somewhere I wanted to be."

"Yeah, same for me," replied Dean, smiling dreamily as he remembered those times when his mom was still alive and his dad was still his superhero. "But she's a smart one, my Emma. Loves to read and stuff. Must've gotten it from her mother."

When he heard this, Castiel tilted his head to the side, seeming confused too. "You're also very intelligent, Dean," he said, his voice so matter-of-fact, it left Dean slightly flustered.

"No," he said, shaking his head, "No, I'm really not. There's a reason I dropped out in high school, Cas. Sammy's the smart one in my family, not me."

Frowning in disapproval, Castiel told him in a chiding tone, "There are different kinds of intelligence, Dean. It's just that the school system doesn't account for them and a lot of students, like you, end up falling through the cracks. From what I have seen, you're one of the most intelligent people I know. You have a real knack for retaining information. Especially if it has to do with mythology."

And now it was Dean's turned to blush, hiding his face behind his comforter.

"I'm not smart," he said again, his voice muffled. Peeking back out, he said, "My gramps is a scholar of that kind of stuff, pretty well-known too. He used to tell me stories, and I always thought they were really cool, you know? And I thought he was cool for knowing it all. I'd always beg him to tell me a bed-time story about the Greek gods, or the Norse gods, or the Egyptian gods. My favourite stories, though, were the ones about the angels, because when she was still alive, my mother used to tell me every night before I went to sleep that angels were watching over me."

He fell quiet here, remembering his mother, and the deep ache in his chest as he thought of her was almost too much to bear.

Castiel didn't say anything as he gathered himself, and for that, Dean was grateful.

"Anyways," said Dean when he was sure his voice wouldn't break, "Almost as soon as I was old enough to read, I started reading the books my grandfather had written. I always bug him about when he'll write another, even though he keeps telling me his writing days are over and that if I enjoyed his books so much, why don't I write some of my own?"

"Why don't you?" asked Castiel, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hands. "I know a lot of people who would read something written by you. You have a lot of talent with storytelling."

Dean blushed again at this, hiding his face in his comforter once more, and was saved from having to reply when his bedroom door opened.

"Daddy?"

Looking up, Dean grinned when he saw Emma standing in his doorway, looking adorable in pigtails and already wearing her new purple camouflage pajamas.

"Hey baby girl!" he said, opening up his blankets as an invitation for her to come in.

Grinning from ear to ear, she ran over and climbed into the nest, settling against his chest as he closed up the gap in the cocoon.

"Who're you talking to?" asked Emma, looking interestedly at the screen, returning Castiel's unblinking gaze with one of her own.

"Emma, this is Cas, one of daddy's friends. Cas, this is Emma."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," said Castiel formally, and Dean almost snorted in amusement; it was obvious his friend wasn't used to talking to children.

Tilting her head to the side, Emma said rather bluntly, "You talk funny."

And this time, Dean couldn't hold back the laugh that bubbled up in his chest.

When Castiel shot him a pleading look though, Dean choked back his laughter and said in a chiding voice, "That wasn't very nice of you, Emma."

"What? But I was just telling the truth!" she said, sounding almost indignant.

"Yes, but what if you hurt Cas's feelings? Look! He's all sad now!"

Emma looked back at the screen, and there was Castiel, still looking slightly bewildered, as if he wasn't quite sure how to react.

There was a moment of silence before finally she leaned forward and whispered, "Sorry for hurting your feelings, Cassie."

And that almost set Dean off again.

Castiel just kept looking at the screen as if he had no idea what the hell he was supposed to do and Dean was just about to put him out of his misery when his eyes flicked over to something off-screen, behind his laptop/computer.

"Hey Cassie!" called the voice of Castiel's older brother, Gabe, and the younger male's expression became one of utter relief.

The next moment, Gabe came on-screen, nodding a hello at Dean.

"Hello burrito. Mini-burrito."

Giggling, Emma freed one of her hands and waved at the screen.

"Hello princess-man!"

Her greeting was followed by synchronized bursts of laughter from Dean and Castiel, a confused look from Emma, and a stunned expression from Gabe.

Finally, he whispered, "You! Are you a spy? How did you know my secret identity?"

This only brought on more gales of laughter from Dean and Castiel, and a little giggle from Emma.

"I like you!" she declared, pointing at the screen, and Gabe smiled as if he had just won the lottery.

"Why thank you, mini-burrito. I think I like you too!"

SkyGem: That's it for now, folks! So sorry it took me longer than usual to update this! I've been a bit busy. Anyways, please do leave a comment/review and let me know what you thought, alright? Reviews help motivate me and let me know that there are indeed people still reading this fic. Also, I've decided to write Sam's version of my fic "Coming Home" and possibly Cas's as well because I find I'm adoring that universe quite a bit, so y'all have that to look forward to. Anyways, by for now! Don't forget the review!