Dean's mouth opened into an "o" shape as he yawned in his Daddy's lap. Castiel noticed this and couldn't help but smile. Like most times, the yawn was contagious and spread to Sam as well. Normally Gabriel would have written that off and went on with his day, but he got the feeling that Sam might actually need a nap today. He looked over to his brother, who was clearly thinking the same thing, and they both nodded stealthily to each other.

"I think some little boys are ready for nap time." Said Castiel. Dean frowned and wiggled in his lap.

"No." He declared, looking up at his Daddy.

"Oh yes. Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you to bed."

The new term of endearment barely phased him.

Sam watched as his uncle pulled Dean into his arms and started putting him in the crib. He nearly jumped when a hand was placed on his shoulder, but relaxed when he saw that it was just his Daddy.

"Come on, Sammy. Let's give Uncle Cas and your brother some privacy."

He led him out into the hallway, but instead of turning left to go out to the living room, he turned right toward the bedroom. Sam frowned.

"Where are we going?"

"Dean isn't the only one who needs a nap today."

"Daddy!" He whined. "I'm not even tired."

"I think you are. I think you're very tired but you don't want to admit it because you don't want to let your guard down and don't want to miss out on anything happening in the house. But you need some rest, Sammy. I promise I'll let you know if anything happens, but please try and get some sleep, okay?"

Sam softened. "Okay."

"Good boy." He praised. He took Sam into his bedroom and helped him into some more comfortable clothes. Then, he read him a story before tucking him into bed and going out to the living room. He expected Cassie to already be out there. Unfortunately, he was having a harder time than his brother had.

Castiel cradled his son close to his chest, hushing him and rocking him back and forth. Dean should have already been asleep- he was already over tired- but he was afraid to go to sleep.

"What's the matter, baby?" Asked Castiel. Dean whimpered.

"Don't leave."

"I'm just going to be out in the living room with Uncle Gabe, buddy. I'm not going anywhere. I promise you, you're safe here."

Dean wouldn't have it, so Castiel had to think of a better idea. He took off his trench coat and draped it over his son.

"You know I'd never go out without it. Do you believe me now?"

Dean sniffled, but nodded. Castiel smiled. "Good. Daddy will be right outside if you need me." He said, kissing Dean's forehead one more time before raising the crib bar. Castiel quietly shut the door before going out to the living room. When he got there, he was surprised.

"Chuck? What are you doing here?" He asked, confused, not remembering that it was Chuck who revived him.

"I came here because you needed my help."

"I understand prophesying the future could be useful, but what else could you do for us?"

"I revived you."

"You-" It took Castiel a minute to process what he'd said. "You're the one who revived me?" Chuck nodded. "But that's impossible! I was killed with the archangel of death's scythe. You'd have to be, have to be-"

"God?" Chuck finished.

Castiel nodded. "Yes."

"I am."

Castiel stared at him for a moment, completely shocked.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Yes I did... I just can't believe it."

"It's fine. Take your time."

"If you're God, then why didn't you intervene when we asked for your help, or tell us who you were earlier?" Asked Castiel.

"It's actually very simple. Everything that happened to you, your brother, and the Winchesters was completely necessary. Every victory, every loss, every moment spent together was meant to bring you closer and closer so that this arrangement between the four of you could happen."

"All of it? All of it had to happen? Even the both of us getting killed by Luci?" Asked Gabriel. Chuck nodded sagely.

"Yes. But I see your point. Let me ask you something, then: how did being resurrected after being killed by Lucifer change your way of thinking?"

"It made me appreciate what I had a lot more. Made me want to spend time with my family." Murmured Gabriel.

"It made me want to take advantage of every opportunity I came across in life." Said Castiel. Chuck nodded again.

"Exactly. Both of those feelings and ways of thinking needed to be introduced into your minds for you to even consider doing something like this. If those two feelings hadn't come along in your walk of life, do you think you would have thought of this arrangement in the same way?"

The two of them relented; he had a point.

"I'm beginning to understand, but there's one thing I don't get." Said Castiel.

"What's that?"

"Why me? Why did you revive me when you could have had someone better, stronger, more loyal?" He asked.

Chuck looked at both him and Gabriel briefly before standing up.

"The both of you were chosen because of your connection to the Winchesters. From the moment I created the earth I knew how the story would unfold. Every person was a character, every life a different storyline in this new chapter of creation. I knew how the story would end before it even began. The Winchesters were always meant to save the world, and they have. But the two of you were meant to save them. That was why the two of you were created. That was the purpose I gave you. This is your destiny. And I wanted you to understand that I'm proud of you for being good fathers in spite of me. You set an example for your children, and I couldn't be more pleased. You have done well."

Both of them were slack jawed at the praise, but Castiel stepped forward, smiling slightly.

"Thank you... Dad."