Castiel and Gabriel sat down on the couch after making the quick trip to take Bobby, Ellen, and Jo home. The three of them had easily decided that the danger present there had been extinguished, and they were intruding on what was quickly becoming a family matter. Now they sat with Chuck, talking to one another in enochian about things both important and trivial. To both Castiel and Gabriel's surprise, most of the questions Chuck asked them were about Sam and Dean. They had anticipated him asking about official business from heaven, but no. He was interested in their children.

Both of them found it strange, but it was Gabriel who ended up speaking up on the matter.

"Not to sound ungrateful about all the attention, but what's with the sudden interest in our boys?"

"First of all, it's not sudden. I've known them longer than you have." He said pointedly. Gabriel conceded- he had a point there. "Secondly, they're my only grandchildren. I may not have been the best father, but I'll be damned if I'm not a good grandparent."

The two angels found his choice of words to be interesting. Castiel found something amiss with the answer, although he couldn't put his finger on what it was. As quickly as the thought came it was gone again. He was about to say something when a cry resounded through the house. Castiel was up in a flash and dashed to the nursery while Gabriel made a comment about his brother being too quick to jump to conclusions.

Castiel threw the door open and flicked on the light. Dean was kicking and squirming in his crib, wailing at the top of his lungs. Castiel let down the side of the crib and scooped Dean up into his arms. He whispered into his son's ear to wake him up.

"Dean, wake up, baby boy."

His eyes snapped open and he looked around wildly, scared out of his wits. Castiel hushed him.

"It's alright, sweetheart. Daddy's here. You were just dreaming. It's all over now."

Dean buried his face in his Daddy's shirt. Castiel didn't even have him in his arms for two seconds before he felt hot tears seeping through the fabric. He stifled a sigh and sat down in the familiar rocking chair. He ran his fingers through Dean's hair soothingly, whispering reassurances into his ear as he cuddled him tightly to his chest. He was so busy with Dean that he didn't notice the door next to theirs creak open or hear steps padding down the hall.

Gabriel heard the steps and thought they were Cassie coming back with Dean, but turned around to see Sam standing there with a stuffed dog in one hand and the other rubbing his eye tiredly.

"Daddy, what's going on?" He asked sleepily. Gabriel leapt up from his seat with a panther's easy grace and went over to his son.

"Hey there, Sammy. Everything's okay. Dean just had a bad dream, that's all. You can go back to bed."

"Not sleepy." He murmured, fighting a yawn. Gabriel smiled at his feeble attempt to hide his exhaustion.

"What if I went in and read you a story? Would you try and go to sleep then?"

"Can't."

"Can't what?"

"Go to sleep. Dean's cryin' too loud." He said, pulling the stuffed animal to his chest. Gabriel smiled and pulled Sam onto his lap.

"Uncle Cas is taking care of that. How about you come sit with me and your Grandpa until your brother feels better?"

Sam looked up curiously at his Daddy, and it took Gabriel a minute to process what he'd said.

"Grandpa?" He looked over at Chuck for confirmation. The writer nodded to him.

"I'm your Daddy's Daddy." He clarified. The answer seemed to satisfy Sam's curiosity. For a few minutes he didn't say anything, but then he looked up at him again.

"Grandpa?"

"Yes?"

"Will you tell me a story?" He asked as sweetly as he could manage.

Chuck smiled. "Sure I will. I'm a writer. That's what I do. What kind of story do you want to hear?"

"Somethin' only you know about."

"Hmmm... How about I tell you the story of how I created all the angels?"

Sam's eyes widened, and he nodded. Gabriel held him in his lap as Chuck began the tale of how he made each Angel.

Down the hall in the nursery, Castiel was still dealing with a sobbing Dean. The poor child was scared out of his wits, and nothing seemed to be calming him down. He felt the stress beginning to wear away at him. Out of ideas, he decided to carry him out to the living room and see if a visit with Gabriel would improve his emotional state.

When he arrived, he was surprised at what he saw.

Sam was very much awake, sitting in his father's lap as his grandpa told him a story. Castiel sat down with Dean in his arms. The boy's sobbing reduced as he recognized the fact that he was around other people. Sam looked over to his brother and whispered:

"Grandpa's telling the story of how he made Angels."

At the word "Grandpa", Dean suddenly became quiet. He looked over at Chuck, eyes filled with confusion.

Chuck, sensing his question, nodded. "Yes, I'm your Grandpa."

Curiosity colored Dean's features and he looked up to Castiel for some reassurance. When his Daddy nodded, Dean hesitated for a moment before reaching out to his new family member. Chuck seemed incredibly pleased and happily pulled him onto his knee. Sam, not one to be left out, pouted before going up to Chuck and sitting on his other knee. Chuck grinned at the two angels staring at him before returning his attention to the two boys in his lap.

"Now then, where were we? Ah yes, the first Angel. Most people think Michael was the first, but that actually isn't true. Azrael was the first one I ever created, but when I made him something wasn't quite right in his programming. So I created Michael next, and he seemed to not have that problem, so I continued to create them in that way. But after a few more I realized that they were far too powerful, so I started to make ones that were less so. But in all of the angels I made there was something good and pure inside of them. Everyone except for Azrael. I had him put in heaven's jail not because I didn't love him, but because I wanted to protect the rest of my creations from him. So while he rotted away in there, I continued to create. Michael became known as my first archangel, and the rest is history."

By the time the story was over, both boys had fallen back to sleep.