Author's Note: I have no idea why Gabriel wrote himself this way but he did. So he's a little OOC. Just to give you fair warning. Enjoy the chapter and please review!
"What do you mean his grace is gone?!" Castiel exclaimed.
"I have a friend who works night security at the museum. He checks on it every night. The box was busted open, Cassie. I don't know how, but it was. We need a plan, and we need it right now, damn it."
"There's nothing we can do right now. We don't know what his plan is. There isn't somewhere we can hide. We're stuck where we are." Castiel said calmly.
"How can you be so calm about this?" He asked.
Castiel shrugged. "I'm a calm person. You should try it sometime."
"Forgive me, I just got a little concerned at the idea of Azrael butchering our kids!"
"Have you forgotten about the sigils carved into their ribs?"
"No, but considering the guy managed to find that warded box with no problem I'd think you'd be a little more concerned."
"Our boys are hunters, and they're out there, away from us. If Azrael wants me then that's the safest place for them to be."
Gabriel gave him a look, and Castiel almost snickered at the expression.
"You're not even slightly concerned about Dean?"
"Of course I am! But I've learned not to be as worried at this point. If he needed me, he'd call. The same goes for Sam. They can pray to us at any time if something is wrong. For now we should tell the boys what's going on. When they get here, we can start making a plan."
Gabriel nodded.
Castiel smiled a little and said, "Told you you'd be worse than me."
His brother rolled his eyes in reply.
Castiel called Dean about an hour later and he promised to come home as soon as the hunt was done. They ended up finishing it that night. Dean and Sam took turns driving that night to get home in the morning. When they pulled up in the impala, Gabriel felt relieved.
After hugging the two of them, they ushered them inside. The four of them sat down at the kitchen table and spent the next two hours making a plan for any attacks from Azrael. When all of them were satisfied with their strategies, they pushed it aside to do something fun. Sam jumped at the chance to set his own plan into action.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Sammy?"
"Can I play with Uncle Cas?"
Gabriel blinked in surprise, but nodded. "Sure, bud."
Dean turned to his own Daddy.
"Can Uncle Gabe and I go do something fun, Daddy?"
"Of course, baby boy. You be a good boy for your uncle, okay?"
Dean nodded, then looked up to his uncle. "Can we get ice cream?"
Gabriel chuckled. "You bet, bucko."
Both boys went to their respective fathers and gave them long hugs before Gabriel took Dean for ice cream and Sam dragged Cas upstairs.
"Hey Uncle Cas?" Asked Sam, looking at him from his spot on the bed.
"Yes Sam?"
"I need your help with something."
"What is it?" He asked, intrigued.
"I wanna make Daddy something really super special for our first Father's Day together. I wanna draw something for him so it's something he's never had before, but I don't know what to draw. What could I draw to make him happy?"
The little boy's question was so earnest that it made Castiel grin. He put both hands on Sam's shoulders and bent down to his level so that they were making eye contact.
"Sam, no matter what you draw, Gabriel will love it because it came from you. As long as you put your heart in it, it will be perfect."
Sam grinned. "Really? You think so?"
Castiel nodded. "I know so!"
"But I still don't know what to draw!" He said, frustrated.
"Well, what do you think about when you think of Gabriel?"
"Family." He said instantly.
"Good. Draw that."
Sam's face lit up. "That's a great idea!" He started going over to his desk, getting some paper and crayons from his desk. He set them down on the carpet, and then went over to give his uncle a hug.
"Thanks Uncle Cas."
Castiel smiled. "Anytime, Sammy."
Meanwhile, Gabriel had taken Dean to the park. He looked up at him questioningly.
"They have one of the best Ice Cream shops right across the street." He promised.
Dean nodded. His uncle was an expert when it came to sweets. The two of them went into the shop. Dean made his own everything but the kitchen sink sundae while Gabriel got some death by chocolate ice cream covered in hot fudge, Oreo bits, and m&ms. They carried their ice cream back to the park and sat on the grass. Gabriel could tell Dean wanted to talk about something.
"What's on your mind, sport?" He asked. Dean looked up at him curiously. How did he know? Gabriel laughed at the confused look on his face. "It's a dad thing."
Dean was quiet. "I made something special for Daddy for Father's Day. I wanted to see if you thought it was any good."
"I'm sure Cassie will love it. He eats this stuff up like a thanksgiving dinner. What have you got?" He asked, curious.
He pulled the piece of paper from his jacket and handed it to Gabriel. He unfolded it, moving his lips as he read. Dean got to watch the smile grow across his face. Gabriel seemed to be incredibly pleased and impressed by his work.
"This is amazing, Dean-o. Did you write this all by yourself?"
Dean nodded, chest puffed out with pride.
"Cassie'll flip over this." He raved, grinning like a mad man.
"You really think he'll like it?" He asked, still a little afraid of the reply.
"I think he'd try to sell it to the newspapers if he had the chance."
"Really?"
"Really." He promised. Dean grinned and pulled his uncle into a tight hug.
"I love you Uncle Gabe."
Gabriel's throat tightened in the best way.
"Love you too, kid. You'll make us proud."