Castiel and Gabriel were sitting in the living room while dinner was cooking in the oven. The boys had been put down for a nap a half hour ago. The two of them had been talking for a while about this and that, but Castiel had not been as invested in the conversation as he normally would have been. This didn't escape his brother's notice. Gabriel knew when something was bothering Castiel, just as easily as Dean knew when something was bothering Sam. Tonight was no exception. Gabriel noticed his brother's unusually quiet demeanor and finally couldn't take it anymore. He decided to call him out on it.

"Alright Cassie, spill it. What's on your mind?" He asked, moving to face him.

Castiel sighed. He couldn't get anything past Gabriel's watchful eye. "I really don't want to talk about it, Gabriel."

"Well too bad. This is probably the only chance we have to talk, so you're going to talk wether you like it or not. Now dish before I look inside your head against your wishes."

Cas shot his brother a look. "I was thinking about Dean."

"No shit, Sherlock." Gabriel snorted. "What about him?"

"I feel terrible. I couldn't stop the seizure. I couldn't do anything. I've never felt so useless. I can't even cure his cold because I can't pinpoint it's origin. If I can't even do that for my son, what kind of father am I?" He questioned.

"A Normal one." Gabriel replied. "Look Cassie, you want to protect your kid. I get it. I'm the same way with Sammy, but there's a difference between us. Do you know what that is?" Castiel shook his head. "I know that I can't protect him from everything, and I accept that. You haven't accepted it yet, and that's your problem. You can't blame yourself for every awful thing that happens to him. Especially ones you could never have seen coming. You have to learn to let it go."

"How?" He asked, helplessly.

"You have to make peace with it in your own way. It's different for everyone. I don't know what it will look like for you, but the sooner you do it, the happier you'll be. And if you need some time alone, I can watch the rugrats for a while. Okay?"

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. Now go make peace with yourself."

"Thank you brother."

"Anytime."

Instantly, Castiel disappeared.

Gabriel smiled at his little brother, and then got up to check how dinner was doing. He turned on the oven light and saw that the casserole was doing fine, and went back to the couch. He turned on the TV and got himself lost in the world of Dr. Sexy MD.

It wasn't until an hour later that he heard a noise that made him shut off the TV. It sounded like hitched breathing and quickly evolved into sobs. Gabriel leapt to his feet, determined to keep his promise to Cassie. When he got to the nursery, however, he saw that Dean was still fast asleep. That meant the noises were coming from Sammy.

Gabriel gently shut the nursery door and ran to Sam's bedroom. He opened the door to see Sam with his knees pulled up to his chest, sniffling quietly to himself. Gabriel went over to him and knelt beside his bed.

"Sammy, what happened, buddy?"

Sam jumped when he heard Gabriel's voice. Apparently he hadn't heard him come in. Gabriel felt a twinge of guilt when Sam flinched away from him, but quickly buried it. Sam whimpered.

"I had a accident." He said, unable to look his Daddy in the eye. As soon as Sam said it, Gabriel could smell the stench of urine in the air. Gabriel was very careful to keep his expression stoic. He didn't want Sam to feel any more embarrassed than he already was. He lifted Sam up and set him on his feet before quickly making his sheets clean. Then, he did the same to Sam's pants. Once he was clean, Gabriel sat down on the bed and pulled Sam into his lap.

"Sammy, look at me, please." Gabriel said in a voice that was soft and yet commanded authority. Hesitantly, Sam looked up at him. "How old are you, Sam?"

Sam held up five fingers. Gabriel smiled and ruffled his hair. "That's right." He praised. "And sometimes little boys have accidents. And that's okay, isn't it?" Sam nodded a little. "That's what we have your big boy training pants, right?" Sam blushed, but nodded. He leaned against his Daddy's chest, still sleepy. "Are you still tired, bud?" He asked, stroking Sam's hair gently. Sam snuggled closer to him, slipping his thumb into his mouth. Gabriel smiled and picked him up. He laid him on the bed and went to the dresser to get out a pull up from one of the drawers. Sam was already dozing by the time Gabriel turned back toward him. He couldn't help but smile at his son, secretly thanking his father that Sam was pretty much asleep for this. He had a feeling that if Sam had been conscious for this event he would have never allowed it to happen. Gabriel removed Sam's pants and underwear before sliding the pull up up his legs. He quickly put Sam's pants back on him and handed him his favorite stuffed dog before going back out to the living room.

He was going to sit back on the couch when the timer went off. It was time for the casserole to come out of the oven. Gabriel put on his oven mitts and opened up the oven door to see the casserole bubbling on the rack. Gabriel set the glass pan on the cooling rack and closed the oven. Now the casserole had fifteen minutes to cool before it was ready to eat. Gabriel tossed the oven mitts back on top of the oven and went to lay down on the couch, wondering what his brother was up to right now.