Castiel got up four times that night to tend to his screaming son. The next morning came far too soon for everyone's liking, but it did hold promise for all of them. The next day was Sam's first real day as Gabriel's son. Much like Castiel before him, Gabriel aimed to make this day as special as possible.

The second Sam woke up, Gabriel was there.

"Morning, Sammy." He said. Sam rubbed his eyes.

"Morning."

Gabriel frowned internally at not being called "Daddy", but shoved it off.

"I have one heck of a day planned for you."
Sam raised an eyebrow curiously, but said nothing. Gabriel chuckled. "Come on. Let's go see what's for breakfast."

"You didn't make it?" Sam asked.

"Nope. Uncle Cas did."

Sam seemed to accept that as an answer and climbed out of his bed. Gabriel took him and led him out to the living room. Dean was sitting in the playpen with a few of his toys, looking bored. Meanwhile, Castiel was in the kitchen cooking. Gabriel was honestly surprised that he hadn't smelt something burning yet. Castiel really was getting better at cooking. Gabriel went into the kitchen to see if his brother needed help, leaving Sam between them. He debated going to see what was going on in the kitchen before deciding to play with his brother. Dean's eyes lit up at the sight of his brother, and Sam smiled. Dean handed him a few toys, and before he knew it he was involved in an entire storyline with them. The story was interrupted when Cas plucked Dean up from the ground. He made noises of protest, but Castiel ignored him.

"Come on baby boy. It's breakfast time." He said. He sat Dean down in his chair and set his plate in front of him. A ham and cheese omelette with bacon.

Sam followed and sat down with his brother, only to have Gabriel set down an omelette in front of him.

"Spinach, tomato, and feta egg white omelette." Sam was surprised. It was his favorite. Gabriel and Castiel both sat down at the table. Castiel began feeding Dean bites of omelette while talking to his brother about some of what was going on in heaven. Dean was too focused on eating to care, but Sam tuned in. It seemed that both of them were concerned about Azrael escaping from jail. Gabriel tried to be reassuring to his brother, but Sam could sense his own fear not far below the surface. Sam noticed that Gabriel kept glancing at him, like he expected him to need his help or something. He brushed it off but secretly felt that it was kind of nice that he cared. Sam easily finished before his brother. Before he could take his dirty plate to the sink, Gabriel beat him to the punch. So he sat there and watched Castiel feed Dean his breakfast. Gabriel came back to sit with them, but turned his attention to Sam, who seemed bored.

"Sam, do you want to go pick out something to wear?" He asked. Sam looked up, distracted.

"Huh?"

"Do you want to pick out something to wear?"

"Oh. Sure." He said, getting up from the table. Gabriel watched him walk down the hall, ready to come to his charge's aid if needed. Castiel laughed slightly.

"What's so funny, Cassie?"

"You're already just as involved in this as I am, and it hasn't even been a day. I think I'm winning our wager."

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Whatever"

Castiel just laughed as he finished feeding Dean his omelette after that he set the fork down and watched Dean feed himself the bacon.

A few minutes went by before Sam returned in a t shirt and jeans. Gabriel nodded his approval while Cas picked up Dean to get him changed. Dean, who was still frightened from last night, clutched his Daddy close, afraid to leave him. That gave Sam and Gabriel some time to themselves.

"Sammy," said Gabriel, "Why don't you come outside with me? I have a surprise for you."

Curious, Sam followed. When he got outside, he stopped dead in his tracks. There was a swing set, slide, and teeter totter outside.

"For me?" He asked. "Is this for me?"

Gabriel nodded, pleased with his work. "Well, you and your brother once he gets better."

Sam nodded, then walked over to the swing set. He sat down on the swing, expecting it to break under his weight, but it didn't. Cautiously, he started swinging, daring to go a little higher every time until he felt like he could touch the sky. He couldn't help himself and started giggling madly. Gabriel smirked and got behind him, pushing him on the swing.

"Higher, Daddy! Higher!" Gabriel's heart melted in his chest as he pushed his little one on the swing.

Sam spent a solid two hours playing on the mini playground before he got tired and went inside. Dean was sitting in the playpen, looking sleepy as Castiel looked on. Sam sat on the couch and started watching some cartoons. Gabriel went to sit with his brother and discussed more possible outcomes of Azrael's imprisonment while the boys were occupied with their own activities. However, Castiel noted that Dean was getting extremely tired. He checked his watch. It was a little past noon. Considering how long he was up last night, Castiel thought an early nap might be in order. He made a bottle of milk, picked Dean up, and headed to the nursery. Gabriel looked at Sam, wondering if he might need a nap himself. Maybe he would, but not just yet. He seemed wide awake for now. Gabriel kept watch over his son, enjoying every precious moment of time with him. It wasn't until two or three in the afternoon that Gabriel saw Sam wearing out. He tapped him on the shoulder.

"Sam, do you want to take a nap?" He asked gently. Sam yawned, but shook his head. Gabriel decided to try being a bit more firm. "Sam, it's naptime now. Come on, let's get you in bed."

Sam pouted, but didn't disobey. Gabriel tucked him in, read him a story, and watched him fall asleep. He flicked off the bedroom light and then left to watch some TV.