I: Jack

Cass was sitting quietly by Jack's side. It had been hours since he together with the Winchesters had brought Jack to the hospital.

They had just received the devastating news that the doctors couldn't find what was happening to Jack. The tests had all come back negative.

The doctor had explained how they needed to do more various tests. And that all they knew now was that Jack's body was basically shutting itself down.

The angel watched the Winchester brothers from behind the window where he was seated next to Jack. His hand was on his son's arm, providing touch and comfort.

The two brothers outside were discussing what to do now. Dean was quick to ask how many more tests needed to be done. Sam agreed with him, saying that in his opinion, they were done there. Dean agreed.

Castiel couldn't help but agree with them. What were they doing there if nobody could figure out what was wrong with their boy. He would rather have Jack home. They could find another way.

Together they agreed that it was best to get Jack out of there. And knowing that Cass could hear them, they glanced at him through the window. Only to see Cass nod and agree with them.

So that's where they were at now. Castiel had gently woken Jack up before quickly explaining the situation. He ultimately left the choice with Jack. If the boy wanted to stay, they would stay.

And Jack had agreed with them. He would have rather lay in his own comfortable bed with his own comfortable clothes in his own comfortable home.

So, Cass together with Sam had been able to unhook Jack from his machines before helping him off the bed in a standing position.

Dean had gathered his things and spread them out on the bed. He began to loosen up Jack's shoes before handing them to Sam to hold onto them.

"Where is his shirt?" Cass asked as he looked around the stuff.

"They cut it off." Sam answered quietly as he made sure Jack's shoes were loose enough for the boy to easily put on.

Cass nodded. He looked at Jack in his pale, probably very uncomfortable hospital gown before knowing what to do.

The angel immediately began to take his coat off, something he rarely ever does, and held it out for Jack to stick his arms into the sleeves. Jack did so with what little energy he had.

Castiel helped pull the trench coat up and over their son's shoulders. He made sure to adjust it and fixed the collar on the coat.

Dean, in the meantime, was fighting with the doctor. Cass didn't get everything, being to focussed on helping his son. All he heard was something about an ass hanging out. Sam had said something as well. Something about a second opinion.

Soon enough Jack was all dressed up the best they could. He had his shoes on, pants on and a warm trench coat shielding and warming his body.

Both Cass and Sam wrapped one of their arms around Jack's, making sure that he was steady on his feet as they walked out.

The doctor that had been watching them crossed her arms. "If you take him now, we aren't responsible for him anymore." She said as some sort of threat to make them stay.

Sam and the angel began to carry Jack out the room. "We are leaving." "Fine." Both Cass and Jack muttered at the same time to the doctor, quickly making their way out the room.

And so they did. Sam and Cass carried Jack from the room down to the lobby of the hospital and outside.

Dean had already went ahead and gotten the Impala. He was waiting a few spaces from the hospital entrance.

Once he noticed his brother and his angel, he jogged over to help them get Jack to the car.

The remaining walk wasn't that hard and the four of them quickly reached the Impala.

"How are we...?" Sam started to ask but Cass interrupted him.

"I'm going to go sit and help get him from inside. We can lay him down so he can rest." Cass explained.

Both brothers nodded. Dean took over Cass' spot as the angel got into the car. He opened the door closest to Jack from inside.

Both Dean and Sam helped Jack into the car. They had sat him down on the seat. Sam was about to buckle him when Cass stopped him.

"Let's lay him down. So he is more comfortable." Cass explained as he gently tipped Jack over and down on the backseat. He gently lifted his son's head and laid it down on his lap, gently stroking the blonde hair.

Sam couldn't help the soft smile that appeared on his face. He had only seen Cass being so soft with his brother before.

Dean had started the Impala and was waiting for Sam to get in. So the younger did and soon enough, they were out the hospital parking lot and driving down the roads.

The four of them were silent during the drive. Not even music was playing. Jack meanwhile was in and out of consciousness. Being in his father's lap and the warmth of the trench coat he was wearing were luring him into an comfortable sleep.

"Castiel, your coat. It's so warm." Jack muttered happily as he fell into a blissful sleep.

Cass couldn't help but chuckle. "We angels have a high body temperature. It's normal for our clothing to be warmer when we are wearing it." The angel explained.

Jack just hummed happily as he slept on in Cass' lap.

The drive back to the bunker didn't take a long time. It was a few minutes short of an hour.

The whole care ride no one had said a word. All of them were either to worried or to focussed on the road before them.

Dean had looked into the rearview mirror a few times during the whole drive. His eyes filled with admiration for his angel. Castiel had been solely focussed on stroking Jack's hair from his face or adjusting his coat so the boy was fully covered. His heart filled with a warm and fuzzy feeling at how soft Cass was being.

The underground tunnel to the bunker's garage finally came into sight. Dean was quick to drive in and park the Impala in her usual spot as they arrived home.

Both Dean and Sam got out and waited for Cass. The angel however, kept in his seat. Jack had been sleeping so peacefully that he didn't want to wake him up.

"Cass. You coming or what?" Dean asked as he opened Cass' door, staring at the angel before him.

The angel however, shook his head. "No. He is sleeping so peacefully. It would be a shame to wake him up." He answerred.

Sam chuckled. "Then why don't you carry him inside and straight to bed? It would be far more comfortable instead of the Impala's bench." He suggested instead.

Cass couldn't agree more. So together with Dean, he was able to get Jack out without waking him. The boy was situated on his hip, legs tighly wrapped around the angel. His arms were limply hanging over Cass' shoulder.

Cass smiled at the brothers as he held Jack tight. "I'm going to go and put him to bed. I will see you two later." He whispered as not to wake Jack from his rest.

Sam smiled. "Actually, I'm coming with you for a sec. To make sure he is okay." Sam said.

Dean nodded. "Allright, I'll be in the kicthen with beer and food." He said and stalked off to his destination.

Cass carried Jack down the stairs and towards his room with Sam following him on his trail.

They quickly and quietly arrived by Jack's room. Cass couldn't help and be happy that Sam was with him. The man was excelent for opening doors since his own were busy carrying their son.

Castiel was quick to enter, Sam following him to the bed. The Winchester pulled the blankets towards the end of the bed.

Cass gently laid Jack down on the bed. The young man immediately buried himself away into his pillow. Cass was anout to straighten up when a hand gripped the cuff of his suit jacket.

"Stay." Jack muttered in his sleep.

Cass didn't immediately respond. He just moved and sat down on the bed. He rested his back against the headboard. Jack quickly moved his head from the pillow to Cass' chest. A soft smile appeared on his face.

Sam had been watching the whole interaction. His lips turned up into a smile as he watched Jack cuddle up to the angel.

Sam began to remove Jack's shoes. He was about to remove Cass' coat from Jack's shoulders, but the angel stopped him. Jack was to comfortable and Cass didn't want to take it away. "You're a good dad, you know that right?" Sam said.

Castiel barely looked up. "I try. But I couldnt have done it without you and Dean." He answered.

Sam just gave him a kind smile. He grabbed the blankets and pulled them up to cover both Cass and Jack. He placed a gentle hand on the Nephilim's hair and ruffled it.

"Are you gonna be okay?" Sam asked. Castiel nodded. "Ofcourse. No need to worry about me." He replied.

"Allright. I'll come back later." Sam said. Cass just nodded again. Sam quickly patted Cass' shoulder before he walked out the room.

Sam returned a few hours later. He opened the door to the room, ready to walk in. But the scene before him stopped him.

Jack was still asleep by Cass' side. His head buried into the angels chest. Cass had fallen asleep as well. His head was propped against a few pillows. His right arm was curled around the Nephilim in a very protective hold.

Sam just watched them from the door opening. He didn't know how long he stood there, but he knew it was long enough for Dean to come check what he was doing. The older Winchester appeared by his side and looked at the two sleeping in the bed.

"Dude, that's fricking adorable." Dean said before getting his phone out and snapping a picture.

II: Claire

'Stupid, stupid, stupid.' Claire cursed to herself mentally as she ran through the darkened woods near Sioux Falls.

She had been so utterly stupid. It was borderline ridiculous.

Rapid pairs of footsteps and growls were quickly catching up to her. She quickly turned her head and saw something running into the bushes she passed mere moments ago.

The young hunter kept running while watching behind her. Another stupid move. Claire's foot got caught on the roots of a big tree. She tripped and fell hard on her side. The blonde girl immediately grabbed a hold of her anke. A painful hiss left her lips as she accidentally grabbed onto a fresh new wound.

But no time for that now. Claire had to get up and keep running. She wasn't in the mood to get caught again.

'To late.' The girl thought to herself as she heard numerous vicious growls coming from all around her.

Claire opened her eyes. Her breathe got stuck in her throat as she saw the werewolves that had been hunting her. She quickly sat up and crawled to the tree that tripped her. She laid her back against the bark and held out her silver knife in front of her.

The 5 werewolves that had been hunting her were stalking closer and closer to her. Their yellow eyes were bright under the moonlight.

Claire gripped her knife tight to herself. She knew she couldn't win this. There was no way. Her injured self against 5 werewolves. Not possible. She had no choice but to accept her fate.

A sad thought passed her mind quickly as she watched the werewolves almost reach her. Jody. And the others. Oh, how she hoped Jody wouldn't be the one to find her dead body in the woods.

She had been so stupid. She had told Jody she was going out with some friends. Some friendly campfire get together for a few days. And Jody had been so excited. She was so happy that Claire had made friends.

But Claire had lied. Again. In reality, she was on a hunt. There had been some suspicious deaths in a small town right next to Sioux Falls. Claire immediately knew that werewolves where behind it. It was obvious. The bodies were mangled and the hearts were gone. Classic werewolf.

So, ready for a new hunt, Claire lied to Jody and the others and departed on her 'campfire get together'.

The drive to the location of the hunt hadn't taken long. A few minutes shy of four hours. She stopped at a local motel, got a room and checked in. After throwing her stuff on the bed, Claire began to work to uncover who and where those creatures could be.

Doing the research to find the werewolves hadn't taken a long time. The little town was surround by deep and dense woods, but a small patch of woods had been center of the three disposal site of the creatures. That was their hunting ground.

After a night at the bar, Claire was also able to find out that new people had recently moved into a house close by those certain woods. She quickly connected the dots. Especially after a stake-out revealed two people leaving the backdoor of the house and running into the woods.

Unknown to her, Claire had missed 3 people leaving a few minutes earlier before her stake-out. Thinking she was still hunting only 2 werewolves, she gathered her silver bullets and knife and made her way into the woods.

Following the werewolves wasn't hard. They were dumb enough to leave footprints into the soil of the earth. The hunter followed the prints as silently as she could. Noises caught her attention. She was getting close.

Claire stayed hidden behind a tree. She watched as the two werewolves were happily feasting on another victim. Claire gripped her knife tight as she gathered herself to attack.

Right as she was about to jump behind from the tree, something, or rather someone, grabbed onto her tight. The hunter fought against the grip, but it was no use. She was quickly overpowered and wounded in the process. The werewoles that attacked her sinking their claws into her skin and clothes.

She was eventually dragged by her hair to the other werewolves. Her eyes stared in fear as it wasn't just 2 of them, but 5. It was a pack. Father, mother and 3 kids.

The father, obviously leader of the pack, stared at Claire with a wicked grin. "What do we have here? Another delightful meal." He chuckled and placed a clawed hand on Claire's neck.

Claire didn't respond. All she did was spit right into the man's face. That earned her a powerful punch to the face. Black spots began to cloud her vision.

"Take that bitch to the shed." The leader had said. It was all she heard before she fainted.

When Claire awoke again, she was tied up to a pole in a shed. She looked around with confused eyes before something got her attention.

A boy was sitting not far away from her. His claws were out and yellow eyes pierced into her own. Claire focussed for a moment. He couldn't have been much older than herself. Easy to trick. Easy to manipulate.

So that's what she did. She easily manipulated him into letting her go. And as soon as her bounds were loosened, she stabbed the young werewolf with a hidden silver knife and ran out the door into the woods to escape. A howl reverberated through the woods. It was a call to the rest of his pack.

So thats why she was were she was. The werewolves had quickly caught up to her. The growling of the werewolves came closer and closer. Claire could feel their hot breathe in her face.

It was the end for her.

Or not.

Right as the werewolf was ready to pounce on her, someone grabbed it and pulled it away for her.

Claire opened her eyes to see Sam, Dean and Castiel. Her eyes widened in shock. What were they doing here? And how did they find her? It didn't matter now. They were here to save her.

Claire watched as Dean quickly took care of the two werewolves attacked him. Sam had a bit more of a struggle, but was able to take the two werewolves attacking him down as well.

The leader of the pack had decided that Cass would be his target. Wrong choice on his end. Cass gripped the handle of his own silver knife tight as he stabbed the werewolf through his heart.

"Don't you ever touch anyone I care about ever again." He muttered as he stabbed the knife as deep as possible. The werewolf cried out in pain as it's life was drained away. The angel pushed the creature off, staring as it fell to the ground.

Claire was amazed by how quickly the situation was resolved. She was about to stand up but cried out in pain. The adrenaline that had kept her going was gone. And the pain of her wounds began to settle in.

Her cry caught the attention of the 3 men. Dean was the first one to her side, Cass and Sam following. The oldest Winchester began to gently inspect her.

"Werewolves got her good. We need to patch her up." Dean explained as he looked at one of the worst wounds on Claire's leg. Sam had already ripped a piece of his shirt so he could quickly bind the wound.

"How did you guys find me?" Claire asked quietly, hissing gently as the binding around her leg was tightened.

Dean looked up at her. "How did we find you? Better question is, what were you thinking?!" Dean yelled out at her. "Do you have any idea how worried Jody and the others were to have to call us? You are lucky that we were even in the neighborhood!" Dean yelled at her.

Claire shrunk into herself. Her gaze was focussed on Sam's steady hands checking over her other cuts. "I know. I know I made a mistake." She admitted.

"Yeah you did. How could you be so s..." Dean immediately answered back at her, but was interrupted by Cass calling his name.

"Dean..." He said gently. Dean looked up at Cass and closed his mouth. The angel put a gentle hand on Dean's shoulder before sinking down next to Dean, the other hunter moving to sit a bit closer to him.

Cass gave him a tight smile before turning to look at Claire with a stern expresion.

"Claire." He started and sighed deeply. "Claire you can't do things like this on your own. Do you know how worried we all were. Jody called us not long ago. She was fully panicking. She had been messaging and calling you and you didn't respond back. She figured something was wrong and then found the police reports in your room. You can't lie to her like that." Cass explained.

Claire could feel the shame clawing up in her throat.

"And when she called us we immediately came to find you. You had us so worried. I've never known Dean to drive so fast. And we find you here about to get mauled by 5 werewolves." Cass continued.

"In my defense I didn't know it was 5 of them." Claire said but the look Cass gave her immediately stopped her. "I get it. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lied and shouldn't have gone at this alone." She said and twiddle with her thumbs.

A deep sigh came from Dean. "It's okay Kiddo. We are just glad your okay. Can you stand? We need to get out of here. It's going to rain and we need to take care of those wounds." He said and looked up at the darkening clouds in the sky. Raindrops had started falling around them.

Claire nodded. "I can stand. I'm fine." She said and pushed herself up with her elbows. She leaned against the tree and took a first careful step. But her legs failed her. The wounds on her body were taking to much energy from her. Claire fell forward, but was caught by both Dean and Cass.

The rain was falling down quicker and harsher as the four of the made their way through the thick wounds. Claire was quickly guided to the Impala in an attempt to not get completely drenched by the rain.

It didn't work out in their favor as all three of them were soaked to the bone. Cass was the exception. He just shook the rain from his shoulders.

They quickly loaded up in the Impala and drove off to the motel. Dean was in the front together with Sam, while Claire was with Cass in the back. The drive didn't take longer than a few minutes. The red 'vacancy' sign of the motel came into view.

Dean moved the Impala onto the parking lot and parked the car in front of their room and shut the car off. Claire got out the car with some struggle but at least she remained upright.

"Thanks you guys for helping me. Really. I'm going to go to my room and pack up." She said and turned, only for a hand on her arm to stop her.

"Absolutely not." Dean said and pointed to the room he, Sam and Cass had booked. "You get your ass in there right now and let Sam properly dress those wounds. I'm going to get your stuff from your room and you are staying with us tonight. Lord knows Jody would kill us if we let you run off right now." Dean said and held out his hand for Claire's room key.

The girl sighed and quickly handed over her key. Dean snatched it from her hands and trekked to her room.

Sam laid a comforting hand against Claire's back. "Come. You need a hot shower and those injuries checked out. Don't want you to get sick." He said and guided the girl into the room, Cass following silently behind.

The three quickly moved into the room. They waited for Dean to return with her stuff before Claire moved to the bathroom. The hunter came out a good 20 minutes later, dressed in comfortable pyamas.

Dean had already stoked a fire in the hearth. Sam was helping Cass carry a recling chair in front of the hearth. Dean saw Claire and pointed to the chair. "Sit." He ordered.

Claire immediately followed his order and sat down. Sam pulled up a little stool and sat down next to Claire. There was a medic kit in his lap. The man kept silent as he bandaged up the wounds that needed it. He quickly took care of everything wound before packing up the kit again and moving to his bed.

Dean appeared in Claire's line of sight. "Get some rest kiddo. Need a blanket?" He asked. Claire shook her head. "The hearth will keep me warm. It's nice." She said.

Dean nodded. "Okay. Now sleep. Goodnight." He said and ruffled her hair.

Claire didn't need to be told twice. She closed her eyes and curled up on her chair.

Claire awoke a few hours later. She stretched and opened her eyes slowly. The room was covered in a comfortable darkness.

"Can't sleep?" A voice asked gently.

Claire looked over and saw Cass sitting in another recliner a few spaces from her. The angel wasnt looking at her, his gaze focussed on the drying embers in the hearth.

"Yeah. I don't sleep a lot." She said. She sat a bit more upright and looked at the angel. He wasn't in his usual attire. His trench coat was gone and so was his suit jacket. He was holding a beer into his hand, gently rolling it around.

"Cold? I can reignite the hearth." Cass asked her gently. Claire shook his head. Even though the fire was dying out, she wasn't cold. She moved and felt something on her lap. Her eyes flicked down and a smile appeared on her face. She found the source that kept her warm. Cass had thrown his trench coat over her lap in an effort to keep her warm.

"No. I'm warm enough." She replied and gently adjusted the coat on her lap. She saw Cass looking at her from the corner of his eyes.

A comfortable silence wrapped around the two. Claire was about to thank him for everything they did for her that day, until a loud snore interrupted her. She turned her head and sawand heard Dean loudly snoring in one of the beds.

The angel and Claire looked at eachother for a second before bursting into silent chuckles.

Claire watched as Cass' eyes turned soft for Dean. His expression was filled with one of love and admiration.

A light bulb went on in her head. A wicked smile appeared on her face. "So. You and Dean, huh?" She asked with a sing-songy voice.

Castiel turned to her with a shocked expression. "How did...?" He asked but saw the look Claire gave him. "It's obvious. The looks, the touches." She said with a smile.

Cass chuckled and looked down for a second. "Yeah. Us. Is that okay?" He asked, looking back up at her.

Claire nodded. "Yeah. Absolutely." She smiled. Her eyes flicked from Dean to Sam and back to Cass. "Does Sam know?" She asked.

Cass nodded. "He does. He pretends he doesn't for Dean though. He came to me a few nights ago after Dean went to bed. Said that he saw us kissing. He told me that he was happy we finally found eachother." Cass explained, eyes never leaving Dean's sleeping form on the bed. "He wants to give Dean time to come out of his own." Cass added.

Claire nodded. "I understand. I just hope Dean knows we all accept him. He's like the uncle I never had. Same with Sam." She said and turned to Cass. "I'm happy for you and him. You deserve a moment of happiness." She saidp, honesty clear on her voice.

Cass smiled. "Thank you. And Claire. I'm sorry I took your father from you. You didn't deserve that." He apologized.

Claire sighed. "I...have accepted it by now. And I forgive you. While you aren't my father, you are still here for me. I may have lost my mom and dad, but I've gained a new family instead. I'm happy. I promise." She said.

Cass nodded. He bit his lip and flicked his eyes back to her. "Claire. Would you be okay telling me some stories about Jimmy? I want to understand him better." He said.

Claire looked at Cass in awe. "Yeah...yeah...ofcourse." she siad and started to the tale of her favorite memory with her father.

The two talked the whole night about family, love and friends.

And the whole time, Claire stayed snuggled up under Cass' warm trench coat.

III: Sam

Cass' heart broke into a thousand pieces the moment he saw those otherworldly vampires grab onto Sam and push him onto the ground.

Their whole group was ambushed by those disgusting creatures while in the tunnel. Gabriel was fighting vampires of those two survivors they had encountered miles back. Dean was pushed up against a wall of the cavern, desperately fighting off the vanpire that kept his grip on him. Sam was more in the middle of the larger room. The man was using all his strength to fight the vampires, but was quickly losing his battle.

Cass wanted to go and help, but he himself was being thrown around by the creatures. The angels was right about to kill the last of the vampires surrounding him, until a desperate plee caught his attention.

"Sammy!" Dean had screamed.

"Dean!" Sam yelled back.

The moment Cass saw those monsters stick their fangs into Sam's body, he knew it was over for the man. He watched as the vampires ripped a chunk of flesh out his neck and lick up the blood gushing out of his neck.

Cass watched them pull the dead man deeper into the caverns. He quickly killed the last vampire that had pounced him and ran after the ones pulling Sam away. The angel dissapeared into the deep black darkness of the tunnels. He was calling out for Sam, hoping to get a response back. But he received nothing. He tried going deeper and deeper into the tunnels, but it was no use. He couldn't find Sam. Hell, he couldn't hear his heartbeat anymore.

Knowing he couldn't do anything else for Sam and not want to danger himself or the others, Cass decided to walk back to the main area of the tunnel. He appeared from the shadows and was met with the desperate and somewhat hopeful Dean. That sparkle of hope turned to dust when he appeared alone.

"He's gone." Castiel said as Dean gripped onto his coat.

"No!" Dean yelled out and immediately tried to run past Cass into the dark tunnels.

Cass quickly grabbed him and pulled him back. He stared right into Dean's heartbroken eyes, gripping his hand. "We don't have time, Dean!" He said as sternly as he could.

The angel watched as Dean shuddered before him. His eyes continuesly switching from him to the dark tunnel behind him.

Castiel gave his hand a tight squeeze. "We can't save him, Dean. I couldn't hear his heartbeat anymore the moment those things bit him." He said, eyes solely focussed on the man before him.

Dean was still panicking before him. Cass' words weren't sinking in right. Sam couldn't be gone. Tears started to gather into his eyes.

Cass' heart shattered again. This time for Dean. His own eyes filled with guilt and shame for not being able to save the youngest Winchester. His gaze traveled down to his own shoes, biting back his emotions.

He finally looked up and into Dean's eyes again. "We have to go. You know we do. But I promise you, we will come back for Sam. You and me." Cass whispered and began to gently tug Dean with him to the exit of the tunnels.

Once their little group was outside the tunnel did Castiel release Dean's hand. His intention was to check Dean over, but before he could even try to, Dean marched away to their final destination.

Cass stood frozen for a second until he felt Grabiel's hand on his shoulder. The angel looked up at Gabriel and gave him a tiny nod, telling him that he was with them.

Dean was already walking a few meters before them with Maggie trying her best to catch up to him. Both angels arrived by the humans just as Maggie tried to talk to Dean. Dean didn't reply to her. He just stared for a second before continuing on his trek. Cass placed a gentle hand on Maggie's back and shook his head, signaling to let Dean be.

Their group walked on for a while. Dean in top with Cass shadowing him from over his shoulder. He wanted to give Deean his space, but also stay close to him.

Soon enough they ended up in a clearing surrounded by warding sigils. The angel tried to continue forwards, but the sigils were to strong. Gabriel was in the process of removing then when they were suddenly surrounded by people with heavy machinery.

Cass immediately held up his hands. "Woah...woah...we're not here to fight. We're looking for..." he started to explain before his sentence was cut off by a certain presence appearing. "...Mary." He added once he laid his eyes on the woman.

"Castiel?" She called back. Her eyes trailed around until they landed on her son. Cass watched as Dean noticed his mother and immediately walked into her arms. Dean was still silent as Mary began to question where Sam was. He watched as Dean began to cry in his mother's arms.

Cass wanted to go up to him and pull him close into his own arms, but he knew Mary was better for the job right now. He didn't know how long they stood there, but eventually they began to move to the camp.

Cass was the first one to enter the camp, followed by Gabriel, Maggie and Mary and Dean at the back. His eyes trailed around until he they landed on a quick approaching Jack.

The angel's eyes quickly shifted to Dean for a second, who was still by Mary's side. Knowing Mary would take care of her son for now, he quickly made his way to Jack. Gabriel had followed him, plopping himself down on a log.

"He can't be dead. He can't be dead." Jack muttered to himself as Castiel gave him the dreadful news of Sam.

Cass placed his hand on Jack's arm, but it was rapidly shrugged off. "Jack...I know." Cass tried to comfort but was interrupted by the Nephilim.

"Couldn't you bring him back?" Jack cried out. Cass shook his head for a second, but Jack turned to Grabriel. "Why didn't you bring him back?" He asked the Archangel.

Gabriel turned to face the both of them. "I'm not strong enough." He admitted. "Jack. If we could have, we would have. I'm so sorry" Cass added to the previous statement. His eyes were once again filled with regret.

Cass stood by Jack's side in silent comfort for some time. He could see Dean and Mary in the back, with Dean filling his flask with water. Dean was obviously planning to go back to the tunnel and get Sam. Mary was following behind.

A sudden bell dinging interrupted the whole camp. They knew what it stood for. Someone was coming.

His eyes widened as he saw a certain someone stumbling into the camp.

"Sam" Jack called out next to him.

Cass watched as Sam stumbled into camp. His face was a mixture of shock and disbelief. There was no way Sam could have survived.

The angel began to study Sam. The young hunter was limping and stumbling into he camp. His clothes were covered in a dried up blood. The knees and upper legs of his jeans, the left side of his shirt and jacket. It was all covered in caked up blood and mud.

The worst part was Sam's neck. Crimson red blood was crusted all around his neck. It covered him fron his chin down underneath his shirt and jacket and onto his chest.

Sam eventually stopped walking and stared around at everyone he could see. His eyes first landed on Dean and then his mom. His expression of relief quickly changed to shame and fear once another presence appeared behind him.

Lucifer.

Dean had immediately carded his younger brother off after their small confrontation with Lucifer. The older man had wrapped his arm around Sam's back as they meandered to a more private area to talk.

Cass had stayed behind in the clearing of the little camp. He stood there for a while, watching everything that was happening around him.

Sam and Dean appeared from around the corner of a house. The two were pressed together. Dean's arm was back around Sam's back. The older man was whispering comforting words to his brother, who was obviously still frightened.

Cass watched as Dean sat Sam down in front of the campfire. His hands lingered on Sam's shoulders for a moment as his head was looking around. Dean seemed to perk up as he finally noticed Cass.

The angel made his way to Dean and Dean his way to the angel, both of them meeting in the middle.

Cass placed a soft hand on Dean's bicep. "Dean? Are you okay?" He asked and was quickly rewarded with a nod.

"Yeah...Yeah...I am. I'm glad he is back. Listen...uh...could I ask for a favor?" Dean asked, protective eyes trailing between both Cass and Sam.

Cass immediately nodded. "Hey. Absolutely." He said as his hand moved from Dean's bicep to his cheek.

Dean nuzzled his hand for a second. "Could you maybe keep Sam company for a moment? And check him over? I'm going to gather some water and clothes for him. To clean him up. And I don't want to leave him alone." Dean asked him rapidly, eyes back onto Sam, who was scratching the dried blood from his neck.

Cass eyes also focussed on Sam as he nodded. "Ofcouse." He answered. "I'll go and be by his side now. You do what you need to do." He said.

Dean quickly thanked him by squeezing his hand and walked off.

Castiel made his way to Sam's side. He made sure to make a little sound, indicating that it was him and that Sam didn't need to be scared.

The angel stopped behind the hunter and stood vigil. Neither man or angel said a word. There was no need to.

A minutes passed before Sam grabbed Cass' attention. He could see San doing something from the corner of his eyes. Cass looked over fully and saw that Sam's shoulders were shaking. Was he crying? The angel focussed his gaze. Sam wasn't really shaking. He was shivering.

He was about to ask Sam if he was okay, until a thought appeared in his mind. They were in apocalypse world. Which happened to be far colder than their own. Sam had been dead just a few hours ago and before he was resurected. His body had gone cold. And his clothes that were drenched with blood and mud and water, making it so stiff that breezes could easily reach the man's skin.

Cass took a few steps closer and confirmed his thoughts. Sam was indeed shivering. The man had his hands out in front of him, warming them by the campfire. He was occasionally running them over his arms of legs, trying desperately to warm his body up.

Cass moved to stand closer to Sam again. He made sure that the man could see him standing from the side. He raised a gentle hand and laid in on the back of Sam's neck. He quickly recoiled his hand when he noticed how cold Sam actually was.

His body was freezing. And the fire was doing nothing to warm him.

Cass thought for a minute on what he could do. A solution quickly came to kind.

The angels began to shrug the trench coat he was wearing from his own shoulders. Seeing as he was angel with a naturally higher body warmth, he didn't really need it right now.

So he shrugged it off and wrapped it around Sam's shoulders to provide some warmth.

Castiel watched as Sam immediately buried himself in the warmth of his coat. The tension that his body carried seemed to melt away. His shoulders sagged in relief as he wrapped the coat tighter around himself, enjoying the warmth that enveloped him.

Cass made his way to Sam's left side afterwards and sat down on the log right next to him. Sam had his eyes trained on him the entire time. The hunter gave Cass a small smile and a nod as to thank him for his coat.

The angel didn't say anything as he studied Sam closely. While he was physically fine, mentally he was exhausted and still on edge. So Cass moved a bit closer to Sam, making it so they were sitting shoulder to shoulder. He could see Sam visibly calm down as his eyes began to close.

He was feeling safe.

Cass couldn't help the small smile on his face as he suddenly felt Sam's head land on his shoulder. He guickly glanced over and saw that the hunter had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

And that's how Dean found them minutes later. The two of them sitting side by side, with Sam sleeping on Cass' shoulder. His arms were curled around one of Cass', showing his need for someone to be close to him right now. Cass was adjusting his coat around Sam's shoulders, making sure he was thoroughly wrapped up in it.

He couldn't help but smile as be saw how relaxed his brother was by his angel's side. How he felt safe enough to close his eyes and get the rest he so deserved, even after everything he went through.

IV: Dean

Dean was pissed. Not just pissed. He was furious. The minute he walked into the kitchen and saw Jack sitting at the table, sobbing his eyes out, he knew something had happened.

Even though he heard Cass explain before that something had happened to Jack, he hadn't expected this. He hadn't expected to see the young man crying his eyes out at the table. He hadn't expected for Jack to look up at both brothers and began for their forgiveness.

"Well, he's been to the garden. That's the crossroads of divinity and humanity." Cass had explained earlier. That should have been enough of a hint to figure out that Jack had his soul back.

Sam was the first to speak as they arrived by Jack's side. "Hey Jack. How you doing?" He asked gently.

Jack barely had the nerve and courage to look up at the brothers. "I'm...I'm so sorry." Jack whispered, loud enough for only them to hear.

Dean looked confused. "You what?" He asked, a confused Sam looking at Jack as well.

Jack finally looked up. His eyes were brimming with tears, some of them escaping his eyes and trailing down his cheeks. His expression was filled with sorrow and regret.

"Why didn't I get it?" The younger man had whispered. "My mother died to. Why didn't I understand?" He cried.

Dean's face showed his shock while Sam stayed completely silent, almost frozen next to him.

"It was my fault." Jack whispered as he burst into tears again. He lowered his head again, not being able to look at Sam and Dean anymore.

Dean had to gather himself for a minute. He wringed his hands together and took a deep breathe. "Jack?" He started to ask, but Castiel stopped him by a laying a hand on Dean's elbow.

"His soul is back." He said, loud enough for the Winchesters to hear. There was a certain tone to his voice. Like it was choked up with tears.

Jack looked back up at the brother. "Please...just. Please forgive me." Jack begged.

Both Dean and Sam stood frozen in the kitchen. Their eyes showing the pain of losing their mother again. The two looked at eachother for a second before looking back at the sobbing Jack.

Neither of them said a word. Dean rubbed his hands against his face and suddenly turned around. He needed to get out of there. He could feel his composure slipping. His despair was making way for red hot anger and rage.

Dean stomped his way out of the kitchen. He was right about to pass the door to the corner when he saw Jack stand up and cry out for Dean, only to be pulled in Sam's arms. But Dean couldn't stay. He had to go. So with quick haste in his step, Dean made his was to Baby.

"I'll go look for him." Cass had said to both their son and Sam. Sam had nodded, promising to keep Jack safe in the meantime.

Castiel knew exactly where to find Dean. He knew Dean well enough that the man loved to drive Baby to calm himself down. Ten angel quickly made his way to the garage. He was just a few moments to late as he saw the taillights of the Impala passing the bend of the tunnel.

Knowing Dean would call out for him eventually, Cass walked back inside the bunker and to the kitchen. He walked right up to Jack and Sam, who were sitting at the table having a much needed talk.

Dean hadn't driven out far. In all honesty, he couldn't. And he didn't want to. He just wanted to be alone for a few minutes. To be able to process what had happened.

Dean had parked Baby a few meters into the forest surrounding the bunker. He had sat behind the wheel for a few minutes before getting out. He needed fresh air. He moved to her hood and sat down it. He rested his heels against the grill and his arms om his knees.

A few lone tears rolled down his cheeks. It wasn't just tears of losing his mom again. They were tears of losing Sam, Cass and his mom and dad. Tears of feeling like everything was a lost cause again. Like everything was going to shit again and again. They just couldn't get a five minute break.

His lips quivered as a silent sob left his mouth. It seemed like the weather wanted to match his feeling, as the sky above turned gray and started to cry with him.

Hard, cold rain began to fall down on Dean's body. But he didn't move. He didn't want to. The rain was the perfect excuse to cry even more. The sound would muffle his sobs and the raindrops could hide his own tears.

Castiel was getting worried. Dean had been gone for close to two hours now. The Winchester should have called him by now. But he hadn't.

Castiel stood in the garage of the bunker, eagerly awaiting the return of the man. He could hear the rain pounding down against the pavement at the end of the tunnel.

More worry consumed him. How badly was Dean feeling that he even stayed out in that awful weather.

"Cass..." An unconscious feeling cried out for him. He knew it was Dean. He knew it was Dean's heart calling out for him.

So the angel did what he always did. He spread his wings and flew off to find Dean.

It didn't take long for the angel to find Dean. He could see the Impala not to for away. The angel eventually landed by the car as quietly as he could.

He watched Dean from the sidelines a little bit. The man had been to emotional to notice him, and Cass didn't want to scare him off. So he stood in the bushes closeby.

The angel watched as Dean harshly wiped the tears from his face and tried to muffle his own sobs in the sleeves of his jacket.

He watched as Dean got drenched by the harsh and cold rain falling down his body. "I'm sorry." Dean had whispered to the graying sky above him. 

And that's when Cass had enough. Cass walked out of the bushes and to Dean's side. The rain was bouncing of his shoulders, not wetting any part of him.

Making sure that Dean would hear him, the angel walked to his side and stood next to Dean for a second. "Dean..." he whispered, but the man held up a finger, silencing him.

"Please...Cass...not now." Dean replied, voice broken and small.

Cass simply nodded. He could understand Dean not wanting to talk. But he really needed to get out of the cold and rain.

Cass didn't say anything else. Dean wouldn't listen. So he shrugged off his coat and placed it ontop of Dean's head.

Dean had barely looked up when he felt something being placed on his head. He immediately registered it as Cass' coat. It smelled and felt like the angel he has been loving so much. The warmth that came from it enveloped him like a warm hug. Dean flicked his eyes back down once he saw the soft look Cass was Givin him.

Making sure that Dean was effectively hidden and shielded from the rain, the angel gave Dean a soft look before he crawled up next to Dean on the hood of the Impala. The two men sat side by side. Dean, shielded by Cass' coat while the angel sat in the rain, not that it did anything to him.

Dean was watching the angel from underneath the coat. He appreciated how Cass let him be while providing a silent source of comfort.

The oldest Winchester eventually shuffled closer to the angel. He moved the coat and held it up above Cass. The two huddled closer. They were both now shielded from the cold and harsh rain.

Cass looked over at Dean, carefully studying him. "Dean...are you okay?" The angel asked. Dean quietly shook his head. "No. I'm not." He said.

Castiel nodded. "I understand. I cannot blame you. I would be angry to. I know you can't forgive him. Not now. But I just want you to hear him out. Let him apologize." Cass whispered quietly. He moved his hand and grabbed Dean's one in his own, lacing their fingers together.

Dean nodded. He sniffles gently and let the few stray tears he had escape. "Honestly. I've already forgiven him. How he sat there, begging for us to forgive him. I just couldn't be angry at him anymore. I still am, but that was the soulless him. I can't be angry at the kid that sat crying at the table." Dean explained and wiped his tears.

"It was all just..." He started but didn't finish his sentence. "To much? Like the bucket flowing over?" Cass finished for him.

Dean nodded. "Exactly." He replied and turned his face away, choosing to stare at the trees before him.

Cass squeezed Dean's hand to grab his attention. "I don't know if it will bring you any comfort, but I visited your mother in Heaven. She's happy, Dean. At peace. Together with your father." The angel explained.

Dean stared at Cass. His eyes showed a new found admiration for the angel. "Really?" He asked. The winchesters bad experienced so much bad luck that he couldn't believe it.

Cass nodded. "I promise." He answered.

Dean raised their hands that were linked together and kissed the angel's hand. "Thank you. Really." He whispered and pressed Cass' fingers to his lips again.

Cass snuggled closer to Dean under his coat. "Your welcome. Now how about we get out of this rain and back inside. You don't have to talk to Jack today. I'll ask him to stay away from you for the rest of the day. But please talk to him tomorrow." Cass asked as he stood up, still hodling Dean's hand tight in his own.

Dean nodded. "Absolutely. Just not today." He replied and got up as well. The coat that was lying ontop of his head shifted and fell down. Dean quickly caught it but held it close.

"They were right, you know?" Dean said out of the blue. Cass gave him a curious look, not understanding what he meant.

"Jack, Claire and Sam. They were right about your coat. It's extremely warm and comforting. It's like a heated blanket." Dean explained and hugged the piece of clothing tight to his chest.

"Jack told me when we got him back from the hospital. Said it felt like someone was holding him in a warm hug you didn't want to let go off. Claire said that to her, it felt like one of those homemade quilts you could snuggle up under with some nice hot chocolate and movies. Sam told me it was like a heated blanket for him. That the weight and warmth of it grounded him when we were in apocalypse world. Kept him sane." Dean explained and clutched the coat tight to himself.

Cass was now the one who seemed like he was ready to cry. "And you? How does it feel for you?" He asked quietly.

Dean looked up and moved to stand a little closer to Cass. He slowly leaned up and pressed their lips together for a few moment. "Like the gentle touch of someone you love dearly. That warm feeling you get when you look at eachother. A safe space." Dean replied and pulled Cass back in for another kiss. Cass' coat was pressed between them, providing the cushion for both men as they pressed their bodies together.

And when Dean woke up the following morning, he was immediately greeted with a killed cold. His nose was stuffy and his eyes red. His body was shivering while also being to hot at the same time.

The oldest Winchester made his way to the kitchen for some much needed coffee.

Sam was already there, munching on some healthy cereal. Next to him was Jack. The young man wasn't eating, just staring at the table. Cass sat across from Sam, telling the man across more stories on how about the earth was formed.

Jack was the first one see Dean come into he room. He kept his eyes down, still to ashamed.

"Morning." Dean mumbled with a hoarse voice. Sam looked up amused. "What's with your voice?" He chuckled.

Dean shot him a look. "The rain from yesterday. Got a cold. Now shut up and pass me the sugar." He answered as he sat down next to Cass in one of the chairs.

Jack unconsciously grabbed the sugar and held it out for Dean. His eyes were still focussed onnthe table before him. He didn't say anything.

A rough hand landed in Jack's hair and ruffled it. The blonde looked up at Dean, eyes growing in shock.

Dean just gave him a smile. "Thanks Kiddo." He said and dumped some sugar into his drink.

Cass gently grabbed Dean's hand under the table and gave it a squeeze.

And one extra: Cass <3

It was their first Christmas together after almost everything had went to shit.

God had been defeated and Jack had taken over his duties as the new almighty one.

His first order had been to get the most trustworthy angels back from the empty, including Cass.

He had immediately kicked the angel downstairs and right into Dean's waiting arms. Their reunion had been a very emotional one, one with stares of disbelief and gentle touches and holds.

The angel had moved in with the Winchesters again in the bunker. He still had his own room, but all 3 of them knew that Cass would spend more time in Dean's than his own.

The two brothers went back to hunting, just one last for the holidays that were rapidly approaching. Castiel had joined them. And luckily for them that he did, since Dean almost died on a piece of rebar.

It was a week before Christmas and Dean was panicking. He had bought his present for Jack, who promised he would join the party, and one for Sam. He however had trouble finding a present for the angel.

Everything that came to mind wasn't good enough. He needed something perfect to celebrate their first Christmas together. A Christmas where nothing loomed over their head.

Sam was sitting in the library, reading a book he had already read before. Dean wasn't sitting far away, scouring the internet.

"Get him a coat." Sam said, not even looking up from his book. Dean leaned back in his chair and looked over. "What?" He asked.

"A coat. A trench coat. Like the one he has now." Sam suggested again. Dean stared at his little brother and didn't say anything, wanting Sam to elaborate.

Sam closed his book and looked up. "Dean. Have you seen it? It's getting old. Not only that, but it has been covered in so many bad memories. And especially with a few weeks ago. You almost dying. I've seen Cass trying to scrub the blood out of it. But it's stained." Sam said and gripped his book tight for a second, reliving the bad memory himself.

"But he loves that coat." Dean said back. Sam sighed. "I know he does. But I've seen him look at it with anger and sadness as well. Like a bearer of bad memories. It's a constant reminder." Sam explained.

"Why don't you get him a new coat. The same one, but new. It could mean so many things. No more bad things. A new beginning. A fresh start that we all got. A token of your bond with him." Sam added and opened his book up again.

Dean tought it over and couldn't help but agree. It was perfect. He stood up from his chair and walked to Sam's side, hugging him around his shoulders real quick.

"It's perfect, thank you Sammy." He said. Sam just patted his arm for a second before focusing back on his book.

Dean, thanks to his sneaky ways had found out the brand and the size of the coat. The same exact one wasn't being made anymore, but the brand did sell some a very similar one. A more updated model. It looked gorgeous on the model in the webshop. So Dean ordered it without hesitation.

The box arrived a few days later at the post office. So the man picked it up and sneaked it home. He got the coat out of the box and smiled. It was even more perfect in real life.

Dean quickly put it back in the box and wrapped the gift as best as he could. He walked to his closet and hid the present away with the other ones.

Christmas eve had arrived sooner than later. The three men decorated the bunker together. A big tree was in the library. There were lights hung up in almost every room that they occupied. And various other decorations were all around the bunker.

Dean had been spending the whole day in the kitchen. His job was to provide the food for the evening. He had already prepared a lot of dishes. He had gotten some snacks to eat in the couches they had gotten weeks earlier.

They had decided to remodel a little part of the library. They had bought couches, a TV and more stuff to make a little living room corner. It was a snuggly little corner where they would spend their evenings together, watching a movie or just hanging out together. It was the best part of the bunker.

Dean was still in the kitchen, humming a Metallica song as he was stirring in a pot with gravy for their dinner. Dinner was almost finished, most of the food was either in the oven or on the stove to keep warm.

Sam and Cass were both busy as well. Sam had been setting the table, making sure everything was perfect while Cass was up in Heaven to go and get Jack. The older angel didn't want Jack to travel alone, even though he could zap himself in the bunker. Dean knew that Cass just wanted to spend some time with Jack. They were still Jack's father in their heart.

Sam appeared back in the kitchen. He was dressed in green-black pyama's and a black shirt, matching Dean's own red-black ones.

"Ready?" He asked as he poked his head over the pots on the stove. "Yes. It's all done. We're ready to eat when the two of them arrive." He said and covered the pot of the sauce with its lid.

A certain swish of feathers jingled behind them. Both Jack and Cass were standing there. "We're here." "Hello." Both of them said at the same time.

Dean chuckled. "I can see, Love. Now go and get dressed. No suits at the Christmas table, even though I love seeing you in that. Especially that tie." Dean said with a smirk. Cass playfully slapped his arms as he passed him. "No flirting. There is a child in the room." Cass said.

Dean smirked. "Indeed, Sammy, get out." He laughed. Sam gave him a look and crossed his arms. Cass stopped in his tracks. "I meant Jack." He said, still not really understanding Sarcasm or jokes. "Hey, I am God you know." Jack said with a pout.

Dean laughed and gently pecked Cass' cheek. "I know I know, Sugar. Now go and get dressed. Jack, you to. There are some pyamas in your room." He explained and turned back to the stove. He gathered everything for their first course and moved it all to the table.

He sat everything down and waited for Cass and Jack, both of them also in matching pyamas.

Dinnertime flew by in no time. The four of them spend it enjoying the awesome food, telling stories and just enjoying eachother's presence. It was perfect.

Dean had cleaned everything up and was doing the dishes in the kitchen. Cass was by his side, being the designated dryer.

Both men did their jobs quietly. No need words needed to be said between them. Just standing next to eachother was enough.

Dean handed the last plate to Cass before pulling the pkugg from the sink. He watched dthe water drain out and cleaned up the sink.

Cass placed the last dry plate back into its spot in the cupboards and hung up his towel.

Sam peeked his head around the corner. "Guys, ready? For the presents and the movie? Jack's getting impatient." He asked. Dean looked up at Sam and nodded. "Yeah, we're ready." He said.

Dean was about to walk out the kitchen when Cass stopped him. The angel grabbed Dean by his shirt and pulled him flush against him, pressing their lips together. Dean gasped but immediately kissed him back.

The two parted after a few moments. "What was that for? Not that I mind." Dean asked as he wrapped his arms around Cass' waist.

Cass smiled at him. "For this. It's perfect. Being here with you. And Sam and Jack. It's perfect. And all of us celebrating. It's everything I wanted." Cass said and pressed their lips together again.

Dean smiled. "Your right. It's perfect." He said and gripped the angel's hand in his own. "But it's about to get even better. It's present time." He said and dragged Cass with him to their little living room corner of the library.

Sam was already sitting on his end of the corner couch. His legs were pulled up and covered by his couch blanket. Jack was sitting on the floor before him. His eyes were focussed on the Scooby-Doo Christmas special playing on the TV.

Cass walked to the other end of the couch, his designated spot and sat down as well. He outstrecthed his legs on his long end of the couch. Dean moved and sat right in the middle, between his brother and the angel. His arm laid across the back of the couch. Cass moved and sat closer to Dean, curling into his warmth.

"So, who gets to open their presents first?" Sam asked and pulled his blanket up higher on his lap.

"Obviously the youngest. Jack. Go nuts." Dean answered and watched the youngest open his presents.

Sam was next after Jack had finally opened his presents. Dean following Sam. Cass was the last to open his presents.

Jack plopped a box right in Cass' lap. The angel carefully opened the box and chuckled at the present he got. Jack had bought him fuzzy slippers. One was shaped like an angel with a halo. While the other was a red little devil. It even had the horns. Cass thanked Jack and immediately pulled the slippers over his feet.

Sam crawled out from his cocoon blanket and handed his present to Cass. The present was extremely squishy. Cass opened it up and found a big, fluffy blankets and some books inside. It was a bee themed blanket and books about nature and wildlife. Cass thanked Sam by giving him a quick hug and admiring the books.

Dean was the last to give his present. He got the box and handed it to the angel. "I hope you like it." He said and sat back down in the middle of the couch.

Cass nodded and removed the erapping paper. He opened the box up and pulled out his present. His eyes widened as he pulled out a coat almost exactly like his own.

"Dean..." He whispered and looked up at the man. Dean was awkwardly rubbing his neck. "Sammy helped. I know you love the one you have. But it's a bit old and stained. And I've seen you look at it. Like it contains only bad memories. So I bought you a new one. Fresh start. You and me together." Dean said, eyes everywhere yet not never looking at Cass.

Cass was ready to start crying. He pulled the coat close to his chest and hugged it tightly. He eventually placed it back in the box and down the ground.

The angel leaned closer to Dean and gave him a loving kiss. "It's perfect. Thank you." Cass whispered when he pulled back.

Dean smiled and kissed him quickly again. Sam made a gagging noise, making all of them burst out in laughter.

"Enough with the gross kissing. Movie time." Sam said as he changed the channel to a Christmas movie playing deep into the night.

Jack had moved from his spot on the ground to Cass side of the couch. He sat next to the angel, legs outstrechted as well.

Sam was the first to fall asleep during the movie. His head was resting on a couch pillow and his feet were in Dean's lap. The older brother had made sure that Sam was fully tucked in under his blanket.

Jack was the next one to fall asleep. His head was resting against Cass' shoulder while hugging the arm closest to him. Cass had taken his bee blanket and covered both Jack and himself up in it.

Dean was the next one to fall asleep. His eyes had been drooping, but he tried to stay awake. It had been happening for around a few minuted before Cass stopped him. "Rest, my Love. You deserve it." Cass said. Dean didn't need to be told twice. He immediately fell asleep, head resting against the back of the couch while his arm was still around Cass' shoulder.

Castiel smiled as he looked around at his family sleeping. This was all he wanted in life. It was all he needed. The angel buried himself deeper against Dean's side and sighed happily.

His eyes flicked to box sitting on the little coffee table. The new coat he had gotten glowing in the soft light of the Christmas tree. Cass smiled again before closing his eyes again, falling asleep against Dean.

So there they all laid, cuddled together on their couch. Not a bad dream in sight.

It was perfect.

Their little, perfect family.

Cass' little, perfect family.