Love is Family

Mommy explains to Daddy about angel reproduction.

A/N: Just like with Stiles, I don't know how to write Dean. I've only watched seasons 1 through 3. I was pretty busy with college and I kind of left the fandom for a bit when I heard that Gabe died in season 13. He was one of my favorites... anyways, I'm mostly going off of how other fanfic authors write him. I apologize if Dean is a little OOC. Or lot, depending on how things go... then again, this is a fanfic so it really doesn't matter too much. Let's get on with the chapter.

~Castiel~

I was reading a book when a loud crash was heard in the next room and I sighed. Not this again... I quickly got up and teleported into the next room to see Dean screaming bloody murder while Jack just gave a blank stare, the shattered remains of a mug nearby on a table. They either didn't know I was there or they were actively ignoring me.

"Dean, what happened this time?"

Dean turned to me and I couldn't help but mentally flinch when I saw how angry he looked. An angry Dean is one of the few things I fear aside from Father. The older Winchester opened his mouth but Jack cut him off before he could speak.

"It's nothing Cas," The Nephilim reassured me, "he's just upset that I accidentally left a scratch on his Impala while washing it."

"A scratch? There is a big as hell slash along the side of it!" Dean countered.

And just like that, they went back to arguing. Dean was shouting louder than a banshee with Jack calmly countering his yells with his calm tone. This was going nowhere so I decided to leave and see what kind of damage was done to Dean's precious car. My mind drifted back to a memory of Sam once joking how Dean would sell his body and soul if it meant the Impala would be spared or be fixed.

I did not appreciate the joke at all. Interestingly enough, all of his shirts had mysteriously been bleached pink that day. Wink, wink.

Once I was in the garage, I looked at the car and physically winced. There was definitely a large 'slash' as Dean had called it. But that wasn't all, the lights were all busted, one of the tires were punctured, and the whole front looked like it was crushed in one of those trash compactors. Either Jack did this by accident or he was fighting something and the Impala was just an unfortunate casualty of said fight. It could honestly be either since the wards have been rather failing lately. At least I know why Dean is upset.

I quickly fixed up the damage and walked around the vehicle, hoping to see if there were any other damage I might've missed. Nope, all clear. Impala 100% fixed.

After my thorough inspection, I went back to the main room where the two arguing males were. I swear, I love Dean but he can be frustrating at times. Between his obsession with pie, his precious 'Baby', and his overall stubbornness I am surprised my feathers haven't fallen off from stress. I can only imagine how even more frustrating he would've been if the twins-

I paused for a moment before shaking my head.

No Castiel. You promised yourself that you wouldn't think of them. The children are safe. They're miles away from you where they are loved, can grow up and have a normal life. Or as normal of a life that a Nephilim in hiding can get. At least with Merlin and Morgana they're safe. Dean and Sam were competent and strong hunter, not to mention Jack and I had plenty of Enochian Magic to spare. However there were only four of us and while our magic may be powerful, we still have our limits. Jack burning out his soul was a prime example of that. Not to mention how Sam was still coming to terms with Gabriel's death. I can understand the sentiment. While I have accepted that my brother's gone, it still hurts to mention or even think of him.