Sam was quiet. Gabriel had been standing behind him for some time now. He took him by the shoulder and lead him toward the door. Just long enough for Castiel to walk by carrying a sleeping Dean. Sam was about to say something when Gabriel quickly clamped a hand over his mouth. Surprised, Sam didn't say anything until they were out of the room. But Gabriel spoke first.

"If you wake him up I swear I'll smite you. It took Cassie five hours to get him to sleep."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"He was like that for five hours?!"

"Yeah."

"What the hell could have made him that upset?!"

"He lost his blanket."

"His blanket?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't know he had a blanket."

"Neither did I until Cas called and begged me to help him find it."

"So you don't know what's going on here?"

"No. Not completely, but I've been here long enough to get the jist."

"And?"

"You have to let him tell you yourself." Sam sighed in frustration. Gabriel looked at him, amused. "You'll get over it."

A few minutes later, Castiel came out, looking exhausted.

"Hey little bro."

"Not now, Gabriel."

"Bite me." Castiel shot him an irritated look, but said nothing before sitting on the couch. Gabriel sat beside him. "Come on, Cassie. Chin up. You did it."

"It only took me five hours."

"You could have done it in two seconds." Said Gabriel. Castiel looked annoyed.

"You know why I couldn't, brother."

"I know, I know, keeping it magic-free to keep the location a secret. But if Sammy here can find this place, anyone can."

It was only then that Castiel noticed that Sam was in the room. But frankly, he was too exhausted to mind.

"Don't call me Sammy." He snapped, irritated.

"Touched a nerve? Too bad I don't care."

Sam rolled his eyes but ignored the archangel.

They made conversation for a few hours until the burning question on Sam's mind was too much to bear.

"Cas... What's going on?"

Castiel lifted his head to acknowledge the taller Winchester.

"I'm sorry, Sam. I can't tell you. Not without your brother's consent. I'm sure you could figure it out on your own."

Sam briefly contemplated hitting the Angel in the head with a shovel. He hated being stonewalled by Dean- even if this was indirectly.

"I've gathered enough to make a guess, but I want to hear it from you and Dean." Castiel didn't reply, and Sam sighed. Just then, he heard a few cooing noises coming from the baby monitor in Castiel's coat. He sighed loudly, silently praying to his father that Dean wouldn't wake.

Unfortunately, sometimes the answer to his prayers was no.

The coos grew into whimpers. Before Sam could blink, Castiel was gone. It wasn't like he wasn't used to the Angel's hasty exits, but there was something different about this one. It seemed... What? Panicky, maybe? Although he'd never seen Castiel panic, he had a feeling that this was close.

Castiel appeared on the other side of the nursery door, and immediately flipped the light switch. Dean was rolling around in the crib, kicking and whining in his sleep. Cas hurried over to the crib and let down the side. He knelt down to Dean's eye level before gently shaking him awake.

Dean's eyes snapped open and he let out a cry. Castiel pulled him into his arms and cradled him to his chest as he cried, then walked over to the rocking chair and sat down. He hushed him, but that did little to soothe the crying child in his lap. Castiel rubbed his back gingerly and Dean clung to to his shirt.

Sam could hear the noise coming from the room and was curious for his part. Was what he thought true? He would have investigated further had it not been for Gabriel's watchful eye. Unconsciously, he wrung his hands, anxious.

"Don't even think about it." Said Gabriel authoritatively.

Sam looked at him innocently. "What?"

"You know exactly what. Cassie asked for my help. He didn't ask for yours."

The blow was surprisingly efficient, and it left Sam speechless. Gabriel gave a little self righteous smirk Before turning his attention to something else.

Dean whimpered and Castiel tightened his grip. Dean took his pacifier from his mouth and finally spoke.

"Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you make it go away?"

"Make what go away, baby?"

"The bad dreams."

Castiel sighed. "I wish I could. But I can't."

"Why not?" He whined.

"Because Daddy doesn't use his powers here."

They had had this conversation a few times before, Castiel telling him patiently why he couldn't do that. Every time Dean had grumbled but dropped the subject. But this time was different. Dean couldn't let it go. He slammed his fists on his legs a few times in a tantrum like manner and let out a whine.

"I don't wanna have any more bad dreams!" He cried.

Castiel clutched him closer. "I know you don't. But it will be okay."

"How do you know?" He sniffed.

"I'm your Daddy. It's my job to know."

They say there quietly for a while, not speaking, the only sound being Dean crying. When it was clear he wasn't calming down, Castiel picked him up and started walking around the room. But nothing seemed to work.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"I thirsty."

"Do you want a bottle?"

Dean nodded.

Castiel went to put him down, but Dean held on to him tighter.

"You want to come with me?"

Again, Dean nodded.

"Alright then. Come on."

He shifted Dean onto his hip and carried him out to the kitchen, opening the line of communication with Gabriel and telling him to get Sam out of there. When Castiel got to the kitchen, the room was empty. He sat Dean on the kitchen counter and started fixing the bottle. Unbeknownst to them, Sam was watching from the back porch. He was surprised to see Dean so relaxed, and stepped a little closer before he continued observing.

Castiel took the bottle from the microwave and screwed on the nipple. He carried Dean to the couch and settled him in his lap before feeding him. After a few seconds of Dean suckling, Castiel spoke.

"How about Daddy tells you a story?"

Dean nodded.

"One day a Jewish man went to Jericho from Jerusalem. On the way some thieves robbed him. They took all his clothes and wounded him very badly. The wounded man was in great pain, and he cried out for water.

Later on in the day a priest, who was of the same nationality as the wounded man, came down the road, and when he saw the wounded man he went to the other side of the roand and went away without helping the wounded man. After awhile a Levite, who was also of the same nationality as the wounded man, came and he looked at the man and also went away without helping him. Both of these men, the priest and the Levite, should have stopped and helped the wounded man, but neither of them did.

Then a Samaritan, who was of a different nationality than the Jewish wounded man, came by and when he saw him he stopped and helped him. He bound up his wounds and put the wounded man on his own camel and took him to an inn and took care of the wounded man.

When the good Samaritan left the next day, he gave the Innkeeper some money with which to take care of the wounded man and told the Innkeeper that if he needed more money that he would pay him.

In this parable, Jesus was showing the people that we should be like the good Samaritan who stopped and helped the wounded man. Jesus said to his disciples, "Go and do likewise.""

By the time the story was done, the bottle was empty and Dean was fast asleep. Castiel smiled and thanked his father for the inspiration before carrying the boy to bed.

Sam snuck back in through the sliding glass door and walked quietly down the hall to see the door left slightly ajar. He peered inside and saw Castiel laying his sleeping brother into a man-sized crib. The entire room shocked him, but one thing stood out from the rest: the peaceful look on Dean's face.

His brother never looked at rest. Not even when sleeping. It was as though his work kept even his unconscious mind awake. That little feature had always bothered Sam. But now, to see him so relaxed, was heartening.

In that moment, Sam made a decision. He didn't care what Dean was doing. To see him so happy- so fulfilled- that was enough for him. He could accept whatever it was. As long as Dean was okay, that was all he cared about. He went back toward the couch where Gabriel sat waiting for him. Sam sat down for a few minutes before Gabriel spoke.

"So?"

Sam looked at him. "So what?" Gabriel gave him a look.

"Don't play dumb with me, kid. I know you know what I'm talking about."

"About Dean?"

Gabriel scoffed. "Yes."

"I'm happy for him."

Gabriel's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really?" Sam nodded. Gabriel analyzed him for a minute before he continued. "Well, good for you." He turned toward Sam and abruptly the mood in the room shifted. "I'm only going to say this one time: If you screw up with what my brother has done here, I can and will use every trick in my Arsenal to shut you down. Got it?" Sam rolled his eyes and Gabriel promptly gripped him tightly. "Do you understand me?!"

"Yes."

"Good."

With that, Gabriel left.

Castiel, exhausted even for an Angel, laid down in his bedroom and opened his connection to heaven to recharge his batteries, leaving Sam on his own. Tired himself, he fell asleep on the couch.