Gabriel watched in shock as his brother fell to the floor. His head was still turned toward him and his glassy, lifeless eyes were staring right into his soul. He remembered the promise he made to his brother mere moments ago. And swore to him he would keep it. He looked at Azrael and took a step toward him.

"What did you do to my nephew?"

"Nothing that wasn't necessary." Azrael replied, turning toward his brother. "Now that I'm free and Castiel is gone, my plan can proceed."

"How did you even escape?

"Asteraoth. Turns out he's quite the escape artist. I must say I was impressed with how quickly he freed me."

"So where is he now?"

"Ah. That. Turns out he outlived his usefulness to me."

"So you killed him."

"Yes. Just like I will your nephew. Don't be afraid though, I put him in a deep sleep so he won't feel a thing." Gabriel gave him a look. "Don't look so surprised, brother. It's my job."

"I am not your brother. Cassie was my brother and you turned him into a shish kabob."

"What a Pity that. He had such potential. But he wasted all of it on a mere human."

"He was protecting his son!" Gabriel hissed. "I would have done the same. What do you have to gain from killing my nephew, anyways?"

"Reassurance."

"Reassurance of what?"

"That he is no longer a threat to me."

"How is he a threat to you?"

"You really don't listen at all, do you? I told you before: only a virtuous soul can kill me with my scythe. That means someone who has not sinned, and who has no evil thoughts in their head."

"Dean has killed hundreds of people. How is he a virtuous soul?"

"I was getting to that." He snapped. "Maybe if you bothered to listen and stop interrupting me you'd learn something!"

Gabriel just glared at him.

"The only truly virtuous souls in this world are babies. They have no malicious intent or knowledge of good and evil. They only ask for what they need. When your nephew started this lifestyle, he began the process of purifying his soul. Combined with the brain damage he suffered, it made him a very dangerous threat to me. So I came here to take care of this and tie up my loose ends."

"If you think you're walking out of here, you're sadly mistaken."

Suddenly, Gabriel bolted out of the room. Azrael looked just in time to see that Bobby had drawn a banishing sigil on the wall in his blood. He had been so busy with Gabriel that he hadn't noticed. With a hand to the sigil, Azrael was gone in a flash of light. Gabriel came back in and went over to the crib. He gestured to Bobby and Sam.

"Take Cassie to the couch, guys." They both nodded and carried him out. Gabriel reached in the crib and picked up Dean, settling him on his hip.

"Come on, Dean-o. Let's get you out of here."

He went to the front door, but when he opened it and tried to leave an invisible shield kept him inside.

"Damn it." He murmured. They were trapped. He shifted Dean so that he was cradling him in his arms and did the only thing he could think to do and pressed two fingers to Dean's forehead. His lips parted in a yawn, and he cooed softly before his eyes fluttered open. He looked up at his uncle sleepily before he registered that this wasn't his Daddy. Dean frowned. "Hey bucko." Said Gabriel. "I know you just woke up, but can you tell me if Azrael did anything to you?" He asked carefully.

Dean reached his hand up and pressed it to his Uncle's cheek. It wasn't necessary for Gabriel to see into his mind, but it made him feel more connected to him and helped him focus. He showed Gabriel the intense pain he felt in his mind before he went to sleep.

"Da- Darn it!" He exclaimed, almost swearing. But he reminded himself that Dean was watching. He had to be an example.

"What?" Asked Sam, with Bobby, Ellen, and Jo behind him.

"Azrael reversed all the healing Cassie did. The brain damage is back."

"Which means he can't talk to us." Sam finished. "Can you fix it?" He asked.

"It would be too dangerous. His body is used to Cassie's grace. Mine could do damage. Azrael's might have already."

Dean made a noise and his uncle looked down at him. He pressed his hand harder to Gabriel's cheek. Gabriel saw Castiel's image in his mind, coated with the feeling of longing. "Don't worry, bucko. Your Daddy is going to be fine. But right now he needs your help, okay?"

Dean sniffed and nodded. The image in Gabriel's mind changed to his blanket. He was about to go get it when it came flying down the hall of it's own accord and settled in Dean's waiting arms. Gabriel looked at him, stunned.

"Did you do that?" Dean nodded. "Azrael must have tapped into the part of your brain that was telekinetic after you were a demon..." He theorized.

Dean was quiet for a minute, then his eyes sparkled mischievously. He had an idea. He showed it to Gabriel, who nodded in approval. "It's a great idea. But we have to hurry."

They all took their places in the nursery. Gabriel was by the back door, lighter in hand. Bobby was by the sigil, ready to activate it if need be. Ellen and Jo were on both sides of the crib, protecting Dean. Sam was standing by the closet, safeguarding their weapon.

It took only half an hour for Azrael to show up. He appeared in the center of the room as planned.

"Sorry I'm late. Traffic was awful. Now then, lets get Down to business, shall we?" His scythe appeared in his hand. Ellen and Jo were both prepared to fight him, but before they could even make a move, he pinned them both to separate walls. Sam started moving in, but was easily flung away. Neither Gabriel nor Bobby moved from their spot. "Now that that pathetic display of protection is over with, let's you and I get down to business, hm?" He said, coming toward Dean. He was sitting up in the crib, sucking his thumb, and looking the picture of innocence.

Azrael was preparing to strike when suddenly a stuffed dragon flew overhead and got in the way. He looked around the room, and suddenly dozens of things started flying off of the shelves at once. Books were going one way, stuffed animals another, and all of them were whizzing through the air around him. But these were just distractions from the real plan. Dean focused on the sippy cup sitting inside his closet. He and Daddy had set it there a long time ago in case of this very kind of emergency. While Azrael was distracted, he poured the liquid inside into a perfect circle at Azrael's feet. When he was done, he looked to his uncle, who nodded. He took three steps forward, then kneed his so-called brother in the shin. Azrael dropped the scythe, which Gabriel caught and took before using the lighter to light up the liquid on the floor: Holy Oil. With Azrael trapped, Gabriel went over to the crib, and let down the side to let Dean out. He helped him stand to his feet and handed him the scythe. Azrael looked absolutely terrified, and Gabriel savored the justice as he watched his nephew swing the scythe into Azrael's heart. In a flash of light, he was gone.

It was finally over.