Author's Note: lyrics in this chapter are "Believe It Or Not" by Joey Scarbury and "Depend On Me" by Babel Fish.

Castiel had just finished cooking breakfast when he heard the front door open. He sat Dean's plate of eggs down on the table, knowing that he'd make a mess with his food wether he fed him or not, and waited. Gabriel came swaggering through the door, singing:

"Believe it or not,
I'm walking on air
I never thought I could feel so free
Flying away on a wing and a prayer
Who could it be?
Believe it or not it's just me."

Castiel took a step toward his brother, but was careful to remain in Dean's purview. He knew if he got out of sight, the boy would begin to scream. Gabriel shot him a smile, and Castiel smirked slightly.

"I take it things went well?"

Gabriel smiled proudly. "You're not the only papa on the block now, Cassie."

Castiel smiled a true, genuine smile and gave his brother a hug. "Congratulations, Gabriel. You'll be a wonderful father." The words were said with sincerity, and Gabriel was touched by that.

"Thanks Cas."

As anticipated, Gabriel launched into an in depth description of how everything went. Castiel sat down at the kitchen table, listening intently to him while still keeping a sharp eye on Dean. Although he normally wouldn't have let him play with his food, he had started healing treatments for his brain yesterday, and he had wanted to start with getting back his motor skills. So he allowed the boy to feed himself, just to see if he could. By some miracle, it worked. Dean was able to feed himself. Even though he got far more on him than in him, Cas didn't mind the clean up. His boy was heading in the right direction, and that was what mattered. When Gabriel finished his tale, he looked over at his nephew who was covered in bits of egg, and couldn't help but smile. Castiel wiped Dean's face off and took the dirty dish to the kitchen while Dean was distracted by his uncle. He reached up to Gabriel, smiling.

"Hey there, Dean-o." He said, picking him up and carrying him to the couch. "I saw you got to feed yourself today. You did good, kid." He said, ruffling his hair affectionately. Dean didn't say anything, but Gabriel could tell he understood. That brought up an interesting point to his mind.

"Hey Cassie?"

"What is it Gabriel?"

"Why did you choose to fix his motor skills first?"

He looked down at Dean, and when he felt that he was sufficiently distracted, he gave Gabriel a short but sweet answer.

"In case he needed to fight. If Azrael is planning an attack, he would need to be ready. He needs the motor skills more than the communication, since you and I can look into his mind to see what he wants."

Gabriel understood his logic, but still found it unsettling. Castiel took notice and added:

"Once his motor skills are back I'll focus on his speech."

That seemed to satisfy his brother, and Castiel sat beside him. As soon as Dean caught sight of him, he crawled into his lap. Gabriel chuckled.

"A little clingy, isn't he?" Castiel shrugged.

"You get used to it." Briefly, Gabriel wondered if he ever would. Castiel continued on. "You know Gabriel, you're more than welcome to bring Sam here. This place doesn't just have to be for Dean's benefit. A little reconstruction and it would be perfect, and with your power that shouldn't be a problem."

Gabriel was surprised by the offer, but it did make sense. After a moment of quiet, Dean perked up and cooed. Gabriel looked down at him to see him looking up at him with pleading eyes. Although he couldn't verbally communicate yet, Gabriel could tell he understood what was going on. One look from his nephew was all it took for him to make a decision.

"Let's do it."

Gabriel spent the next few hours manipulating the house to his liking, creating two new rooms and deciding how to design them. That left Castiel some alone time with Dean. After some playtime and lunch, it was time for a nap, but Dean wasn't having any of it. He fussed and whined his way into the nursery, where his Daddy was desperately trying to get him down for a nap. He was so focused on getting Dean to sleep, feel didn't hear the bell ring, or the front door open and shut. Then, a brilliant idea came to him. He could sing him a lullaby. But he didn't want to sing him "Hey, Jude". That was a special thing he shared with his mother, he couldn't violate the sanctity of that bond, so he started singing a new lullaby.

When the door was opened by an irritated Gabriel, Sam and Bobby walked into the cabin. Upon seeing Bobby, Gabriel's disposition changed, and he tried to connect with his brother to warn him, but Castiel wasn't answering him.

"Bobby, are you sure you want to do this?" Asked Sam.

"Of course I am you Idgit!"

Sam raised his hands in defeat. "Alright, fine." He looked over at Gabriel (squirming internally after remembering their last meeting) and asked him where his brother was.

"Cassie's trying to get him to sleep, but you know how he is. He won't go down without a fight. You can go see if he's still awake, but if you wake him up, Cassie will tan your Hyde."

Bobby rolled his eyes and walked down the hall, Sam following him.

"Don't say I never did anything for you!" He called after them.

Bobby only stopped when he heard murmuring from behind the door. He opened it a bit and looked in to see Castiel sitting in a rocking chair, Dean laying in his lap, clinging to Cas' shirt, trying to desperately fight off sleep as the Angel sang to him.

"Sleep, baby sleep Stars are shining above you
I feel complete as I whisper "I love you"
Son, I'll be there, I will take good care of you
Till the end you can depend on me

I'll be your rock,
I'll have your back
If you go off the beaten track
I can't say how your life will be
But there's one thing I guarantee:
You can depend on me."

By the end of the chorus Dean was out cold. In a rare moment of affection, Castiel pressed a kiss to Dean's forehead before getting up as carefully and quietly as possible before laying him down in the crib. He gently pried each finger from his shirt and quickly replaced it with his beloved blanket. He ran his hand through Dean's hair affectionately before putting up the side bars of the crib. He took one last look at Dean before turning the light off and closing the door to let his son sleep.

When he finally got back out to the living room, he saw Bobby and Sam waiting for him on the couch.