Castiel Novak was the most popular Country singer in the United States.

He was lucky enough to be born into a disgustingly wealthy family. However, when his parents first discovered his musical talent at seventeen, Castiel was still forced into the terrifying world of stardom against his will. He never wanted the attention. He loved singing but hated big crowds and eyes on him. At twenty-five, eight years and billions of dollars later, his manager strongly advised him to do something to improve his reputation. Castiel was a trust fund kid who had never struggled in his life. When it came to money and privilege, he had everything. He knew mental health issues all too well, but genuine trauma was a mystery to him.

As well as that, his mother had started constantly pressuring him to finally marry his fiance of two years and settle, which spawned an idea that Cas initially brushed off as insane. He tried to forget about it, but the thought kept swirling around in his mind as an option.

When he voiced the thought aloud to his partner, Dean Winchester, the man agreed it was the best solution to both problems. He even seemed excited.

Castiel realized later he shouldn't have been so surprised. Dean had an eleven-year-old son named Jack Winchester, who he loved more than anything. The Winchester was a family man at heart. He craved to nurture and protect, and Castiel loved that about him.

Kelly Kline, the woman who gave birth to Jack, tragically died from an accidental drug overdose not too long after their beloved son was born, and Dean was devastated, but meeting Cas three years later changed everything. He got to experience real love for the first time, and it was all too good.

"Are you ready for this?" He asked, glancing at Dean.

His eyes were so intensely deep and green. The Novak stared at him.

"As I'll ever be," Dean sighed, looking away from Cas. "Let's go inside, I guess."

The adoption agency was a dark brick building, as quiet as it was daunting. A woman named Sherry greeted them and ushered the two into an old office. It smelled of mothballs. She perched across from them on an old chair and handed the couple a file.

"Meet the Martinez family," She introduced solemnly. Sherry opened one of her desk drawers and pulled out something small. It was folded neatly. She sighed as she handed it off to Cas and Dean. "Your time and resources could do wonders for these three children. They have suffered absolute hell and come back stronger and more independent. Would you want to hear their story?" Sherry asked hopefully.

Dean unwrapped the laminated paper to reveal two exhausted-looking, emaciated teenagers and a toddler who looked much too young to be as skinny as he was. Cas gasped at the photo.

The couple had explained in advance that they wanted to save someone who was genuinely in need, a child, or even siblings who didn't have a probable chance of getting adopted in any other circumstances. They hadn't expected Sherry to suggest they take more than one or two kids at once, but the idea made sense, considering how much they had to offer.

Cas and Dean looked at each other and exchanged a wordless conversation. When Castiel looked back at Sherry, he nodded.

"Okay," She said. "Here we go," She paused again to allow them to collect themselves if needed. "Their names are Carlos Matteo, Victoria Elena, and Hector Thomas Martinez. Victoria and Carlos were born and raised in one of the most dangerous slums in Guatemala City. The country is divided into zones, most of which are made up entirely of brutal gangs and terrified, helpless bystanders. Sadly, its government is too corrupt and impoverished to change these increasing problems. Violent assaults and murders are performed out in the open without consequence, and criminals run rampant in the streets, terrorizing innocent citizens and stealing whatever and whenever they want. If that wasn't bad enough, kidnapping is so normalized that families have stopped reporting it, and children and women are regularly sold into the sex trade because everyone is desperate for ways to make money. Victoria and Carlos were born in one of the red zones, which means their neighborhood was beyond dangerous. Carlos is the eldest Martinez sibling at sixteen. Victoria is his fifteen-year-old sister, and Hector is her two-year-old son. Victoria and Carlos were abandoned as young children after their parents were killed in a shooting. The two were homeless for three years afterward, and local officials tried to find somewhere for them to stay, but Guatemala has more fractured families than whole ones. It took the unthinkable for their situation to be deemed bad enough to find an emergency home. Victoria was raped in their village at thirteen and got pregnant. She gave birth to Hector ten months later without any meds or hospital involvement. A few months ago, two buses of people from their orphanage, one including Carlos, Hector, and Victoria, were brought to America and placed into programs that assist in saving extremely at-risk families." She sighed sadly. "There's a chance they'll get separated if we don't find a home soon because the program is running out of funding much faster than they first expected. I guess no one here could've imagined how horrible the living conditions were, considering our privilege, but just getting everyone in that one home out of Guatemala safely cost them half their budget."

Dean could feel his face getting hot as he fought the urge to cry. He turned to look at Cas, who had wetness shining in his eyes.

How could they say no after that?