Author's Note: Kind of a filler chapte, but still important. Please review!

Dean frowned when he heard that he would be staying with Ellen and Jo for the day. Not because he didn't like them- it was actually the complete opposite. He loved spending time with them. But after everything he's been through the past couple days and being sick on top of that, he just wanted to be with his Daddy. But he knew he couldn't always have it his way, which is why he said nothing when Castiel made the announcement. It wasn't until they were preparing to leave the next day that he finally got curious.

"Why are you and Uncle Gabe taking us to Aunt Ellen's?" Dean asked as Cas tied his shoes.

"Because Grandpa needs our help with something."

"Why can't I come with you? Grandpa loves me, I bet he'd be happy to see me."

"I'm sure he would, baby. But sometimes he needs us for grown up things, so you'll just have to wait. I promise I won't be gone very long. Just a few hours, that's all." He swore. Reluctantly, Dean nodded.

Castiel put the bag he'd packed for Dean over his shoulder before picking up Dean himself. He went over to Gabriel who had a similar bag with him as he held Sam's hand.

"Ready?" Asked Gabriel. Cas nodded and flapped his wings. Almost instantly, they were there. Ellen was up at the front, cleaning the bar, and grinned at the sight of the two boys.

"Hello boys. How are you doing?" She asked, coming out from the bar to greet them. Sam smiled at her happily and gave her a hug, while Dean was fighting to keep his eyes open. Castiel and Gabriel set their bags down. Ellen took one look at Dean and frowned. "Is he okay?"

"He's just nervous, that's all. He's been really sick this week. His fever got bad enough that it caused a seizure. Scared us all half to death." Castiel murmured, setting him down on the floor. Dean whimpered and instinctively reached for his coat. Castiel hushed him before rummaging through the bag to find his beloved blue blanket. Dean grabbed it the second it was within arms reach and nuzzled it against his face. Cas smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the head.

"You be a good boy for your Aunt Ellen and Aunt Jo, okay?" He asked. Dean nodded, sticking his thumb in his mouth and sucking tiredly. Castiel ruffled his hair proudly before looking at Ellen. "There's Tylenol in his bag in case his fever spikes again. He needs to have his temperature taken every two hours. I took it an hour ago." Ellen nodded. Castiel turned toward his brother who was saying goodbye to Sam, and waited for him to finish. They looked at each of the boys and, with a nod of goodbye, left the room.

If Dean hadn't been so tired he would have thrown a temper tantrum right then and there. Instead, he curled up on the floor underneath his blanket and fell asleep.

Sam, who probably should have been tired but wasn't, rolled his eyes. Dean was so boring sometimes. He pushed the thought aside and eyed the bag his Daddy had packed for him. What did he bring him? He wondered. He unzipped the bag and looked inside. At the very top of the pile was his favorite stuffed puppy. Under that was three of his favorite books, a coloring book with crayons, and some of his Legos. In the outer pockets were a box of Apple juice and some baby carrots- his favorite afternoon snack. He grinned. Daddy had thought of everything.

Ellen picked Dean up and carried him to one of the back rooms so that he could have some privacy. When she came back out, Jo had come out and started playing with Sam. About an hour went by before she noticed him trying to stifle a yawn. She grinned at him.

"Are you tired, Sam?"

"No!" He said a little too quickly. Jo had to suppress a giggle.

"Are you sure? It's okay if you are, you know."

"I'm fine." He insisted. Jo let it go, but Ellen had a feeling that there was something else going on here. Before she had a chance to investigate, a glance at the clock told her it was time to take Dean's temperature. She went to the back and rummaged around the drawer until she found the thermometer. When she stuck it under his armpit, it read 99.3. Still a little warm, but not anything serious. Thank God. She went back out to see Jo still struggling with a fussy Sam. She went over to Sam and waved her daughter off, asking her to go and grab a case of beer to put in the back. She led Sam over to one of the tables and Set him in her lap.

"Do you want to tell me about what's bothering you?" She asked, looking at him knowingly. He instantly looked away from her prying gaze and shook his head.

"No."

"Come on Sam, I can't help unless you tell me."

Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I don't want any help." He whined. "Not even from Daddy."

That gave Ellen pause. If he was struggling to share this with Gabriel, how could she try and get him to tell her?

"Does your Daddy know about this?"

Sam nodded. "Yes."

Ellen sighed. She knew that this wasn't the way to get through to him.

"How about we play a little, hmm?"

Sam brightened instantly. "Yeah!"

Ellen went over to the bag Gabriel had packed, looking for some more Legos when she stumbled upon a zippered compartment. She felt around inside and knew instantly what it was. It was easy to put two and two together.

"Sam," she asked, looking over at him. He stopped building with his Legos and looked at her. "Have you been having accidents, honey?" Sam froze at her words and she knew she'd found what had been upsetting him. She acted quickly and pulled him into a hug. "There's no shame in that."

"But I-"

"No buts. Is this why you didn't want to take a nap?" He nodded. "It's okay to have accidents, Sam. That's why your Daddy packed you that pull up. He wants you to know that it's okay."

Sam nodded, unable to look at her. "Can I take my nap now?" He didn't want to sleep, but he couldn't bear to be awake now either.

Ellen smiled. "Of course."

She led him to the back and waited for him to change into his pull up before tucking him into bed. Before the door closed, he was asleep.