A/N: So here's the next part of this.

Not sure as of yet how good it'll be, seeing as I just watched the last episode of Season 8 of Supernatural omfr *inhuman screeching*

But anyway, here you guys go.

After he'd returned to the hotel room, John had felt like collapsing. He was tired, and he had to waste those bloodsuckers he was hunting before anyone else innocent died.

"Dad, why are you back so early? Did you get all the vampires?"

"Dad, who are you carrying? And why does he have wings?"

"Dean, Sam, meet…"

The messy haired angel piped in at this point. "Castiel. I'm an angel of the Lord."

"Wait. Dad, I thought angels weren't real?"

"What, just like everything else we hunt isn't real?"

"But dad, what's an angel doing here?"

"I was asked to look after him."

"But he's an angel-

"I know, Dean! Please. I'm tired, and I have to go get these vamps. Just look after Castiel. That's an order."

"Yes, dad."

"Good. I'll be back by the end of the week. If I'm not… you know what to do."

"Yes, dad."

"Okay." John kissed his sons on the cheek and walked back out of the hotel room.

John left an awkward silence in his wake.

What's with the angel? Is he even really an angel? Dean had been brought up with the knowledge that monsters and demons, all the things that go bump in the night, were real. So why think any different of angels?

"So you're an angel then."

"Yes, I am." came the simple reply.

"Sammy go to sleep."

"But Dean-

"Sam. Go to sleep."

"Why?"

"Because I need to talk to Castiel."

"About what?"

"None of your business."

"Are you two gonna kiss?"

"No, we're not. Sammy, please. Just go to sleep."

"Fine."

After checking that Sam was indeed sound asleep, Dean sat on the sofa, rifle by his side. He looked at the angel next to him.

"Why are you here?"

Castiel looked confused. "Why am I where?"

Dean sighed and rephrased the question. "Why does my dad have to look after you?"

"My brother Gabriel. He thinks that because I have a toddler vessel I'll hold him up."

"Hold him up in what?"

"We were hunting these things called Hell's Knights: they're special demons, handpicked by Lucifer, extra nasty as well. My vessel got damaged, and this was the closest one I could get to. I can't really fight too well with the body of a 7-year-old, so I'd just hold Gabriel up on his hunt. Gabe asked your dad to look after me for a while, and here I am." The angel explained.

"Oh. Right. Cas- I can call you Cas, right?"

"Cas?"

"A nickname for you. It's short for Castiel, and it's easier to say."

The angel smiled slightly. "Yes, you may call me Cas if you wish."

Dean smiled as well. "Great. Um, Cas?"

"Yes, Dean?"

Dean was suddenly really shy. "Can… can I touch your wings?"

Castiel looked confused for a second. "Well… Yes, okay. You may touch my wings."

Dean raised his hand and ran his fingers over Cas' feathery black wings. They were soft and warm, which made Dean smile.

"Cas? Can I ask you something else?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Well… Do angels sleep?"

"No, not unless we're injured."

"Oh. Well then… Would you let me sleep inside your wings?"

"Yes, of course. Come here."

Dean crawled onto Cas' lap, and felt the feathery wings envelop him. Dean yawned slightly, resting his head on the angel's chest. "Look after Sammy for me. Please, Cas."

"Of course, Dean. I'll make sure you're both safe."

And with the knowledge that he and Sammy would be protected by an angel, Dean fell asleep.

AN: So what did you think?

Send me praise, or send me flames, I don't really mind. Just let me know if you liked it, or if I could improve it at all.

And I will eventuallyupdate all my other fics as well. But until then, live long and prosper!