Castiel's POV.
Gently setting Dean on our bed I had Sam go and get towels and and wet washcloth. Gabriel brought in a pair of scissors and a mint green blanket that had been picked out for my baby. Dean was writhing in pain on our bed, I gently ran my hand over his forehead, Gabriel leaned over, "The baby's about to arrive..."
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I cleaned Dean up as Sam held our newborn daughter. He had already cleaned her and put a diaper and clothes on her before swaddling her in her blanket. She didn't fuss, just cooed softly at her uncle. Gabe walked in, "Cas, our brothers are here to see you." I looked up, standing up, I walked downstairs.
Sam's POV.
I looked down at the precious little girl in my arms. She wasn't fussy at all, she was cooing. She reminded me of Arya. After Cas went downstairs I sat down next to Dean on their bed and gently pulled the blanket up around him. Gabe walked over and held out his arms, I gave him the baby. As he left Dean sat up. "Look at where our lives have gone now Sammy. Do you think mom and dad would've been proud?" I nodded. "Yeah, they would've," a voice came from the doorway. My head snapped up, the person in front of me was supposed to be dead. I cleared my throat, "Adam?" He nodded. "But you - you were..." Dean whispered. "Dead. I know." Adam replied.
