(Author's Note: Hello, Everyone! I hope you are doing well! :) Before you start this fic, I just want to give a quick reminder that this is the 4th part of a Destiel/Sabriel series. It's not entirely necessary for you to read the first three parts, (Purpose, Seeds, and Home,) but some themes in this fic may be difficult to understand if you haven't read them, such as the addition of certain characters and their history throughout the story. There will also be a few new OCs in this installment as well. If you would like to start reading here though, feel free! :) Either way, please enjoy!)

Dean rolled over on the bed and snuggled closer to the sweet-smelling warmth beside him. His mind was ready to wake up but his body refused. His muscles were aching from playing with his five-year-old son the day before. All that running around and tossing Jude in the air was really starting to catch up with his aging joints.

There weren't any windows in Dean and Cas's underground bedroom of course, so he had no idea whether the sun was up or not. All he knew for sure was that their bed was extremely comfortable and had no intentions of leaving it. The man lazily snaked his hand around in the sheets beside him, blindly searching for his angel's figure. Dean's fingers met Cas's side and crawled up over his bare torso to tug him closer. Damn, Dean loved that scent. The smell of dripping honey, fresh linen, and spring time. The smell of Cas...

"Good morning, Dean."

A smile spread on Dean's lips before he even opened his eyes. Cas's voice was the best sound to wake up to. The man slowly blinked his eyes open to take in the sight before him. The room was dark, but the vivid sapphire of Cas's gorgeous eyes wasn't difficult to pick out. Dean's smile widened and his hand tightened around his angel's warm body.

"'Mornin', baby," he mumbled back, "Been staring at me all night, huh?"

Dean didn't have to be awake to know when Cas's eyes were on him. The dude hardly ever looked away. Cas's face turned a sheepish pink in the dark.

"Most of it, yes," he answered lowly, deep voice subtle against the silence.

"Hmm," Dean smirked, shifting closer to him under the sheets, "You're such a creep."

Cas didn't seem to mind the playful insult. He just welcomed Dean's horizontal embrace and smiled back at him. Their mornings usually always started out like this; gentle cuddles, soft whispers, just enough conversation to ease into the day. Ever since they moved into the bunker – and finally got their own bedroom – Dean and Cas always started their morning with quiet murmurs of affection.

But today, their bedroom door swung open with a giant wack!

Dean nearly leaped out of the sheets at the unexpected sound. Light from the hallway flooded the room and, as usual, his first instinct was get to the pistol hidden in the top drawer of his bedside table. But before he could even reach for it, he caught sight of Jude and Jessica rushing in to storm the bed. The little kids were both wearing smiles and giggling as they ran and climbed up on Dean and Cas's mattress in their pajamas.

"Wake up! Wake up! It's bunny day!" Jessica sang, jumping up and down on the bed.

"Papa! Daddy! The Easter Bunny came!" Jude grinned, crawling down to pull on their sheet, "We got lots of stuff! He was here!"

After the initial shock wore off, Dean slowly sank back into his peaceful state. Staring up at his son's beautiful blue eyes and seeing nothing but unbridled joy made him feel so good. There was nothing Dean loved more than knowing that his child was happy.

"He was?" Dean asked, playing along with the whole 'Easter Bunny' illusion, "What did he bring?"

"Come and see! Up on your feets, uncle Cassie! Up! Up!" Jessie smiled, plopping down to tug on Cas's arm.

Dean paused to share a small smile with Cas before sitting up and letting the kids drag them out of bed. Jude and Jessica practically towed the two of them out of their bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen. Dean was grateful that he decided to put on boxer shorts the night before because he wasn't wearing anything else. The cool stone floor of the bunker was like ice under his bare feet and the drafty air gave him goosebumps. But he followed his eager son without complaint. He was too excited about watching the kids explore their Easter baskets to worry about his own attire. Or lack there of.

Sam and Gabriel were already up and standing in the kitchen in their PJs. Sammy was yawning and pouring himself a cup of coffee at the counter, seeming tired. And Gabriel was wearing a set of fake bunny ears and standing at the stove, flipping pancakes. Dickie, their horny little Jack Russell Terrier, was sniffing around a small basket on the floor. It was full of dog bones and treats, obviously meant for him. But two much larger baskets were placed on the kitchen table. One for Jude and one for Jess, both stuffed to the max with toys and candy. Throughout the week leading up to Easter, Dean and Cas had carefully constructed Jude's basket – while Sam and Gabe made Jess's, of course – filling it with everything they knew their child loved. And it was so good to see the smile on Jude's face when he looked at it.

"Happy bunny day, you guys," Gabriel grinned, turning around to wave at Dean and Cas as they entered the kitchen, "How did you enjoy your wake up call?"

Dean only smiled and shook his head. He should have known that Gabriel told the kids to jump on their bed to wake them up...

"Wait, Jessie. Not yet," Sam called, shuffling over to the table to pause his little girl's sneaky hands, "Let's wait for everyone to sit down first, okay?"

Jessica huffed a breath annoyance but did as she was told. She twirled her little fingers around the rainbow ribbons hanging off her basket instead. The little girl clearly inherited her impatience from her Papa Gabriel. Jude, however, was as patient as Cas, calmly staring at his basket as if it were made of diamonds. Dean's grin softened as he sat down at the table and reached over to pull his son into his lap and kiss the top of his head. Man, Jude smelled just as good as Cas did...

Sam plopped down into a chair and yawned again before taking another sip of coffee. Gabriel and Jessica must have gotten him up bright and early because the guy looked exhausted, five o'clock shadow and all. Cas took a seat next to Dean and Gabriel eventually finished up with the pancakes and dashed over to claim the seat next to Sam. Once all the adults were gathered around the table, they slid the baskets in front of their respective children.

"Dig in, kiddos!" Gabriel proudly announced.

The sound of crunching plastic wrap filled the room as the kids dove into their goodies. Even Dickie tore into his own basket on the floor, using his paws to dig out the bones and treats. All of the adults watched with smiling faces while their children gasped and giggled with delight at their new stuff. Jude's face was priceless. The moment he pulled out the toy Batmobile – which Dean had to search several stores to find – his tiny jaw dropped and he spun around in his father's lap to hold it up.

"Look, Daddy! It's the Batmobile! Just like Batman drives!" he exclaimed, voice high with excitement.

"Whoa, that's awesome, little man," Dean grinned.

The man ruffled his child's soft hair and tossed Cas a wink. The angel was beaming just as brightly, looking like a truly proud Papa.

"My shirt!" Jessica gasped, holding up her new rainbow tie dye T-shirt to show her parents, "I saw this one in my dream!"

"You did, baby rabbit?" Gabriel asked.

"Yeah! I'm gonna wear it to the park tomorrow," she stated, sounding matter-of-fact.

Dean met eyes with Sam across the table and could tell that the guy was at a loss for words. Every time Jessica dreamed about something, it always came true. Over the past year and a half, the Winchesters had become accustomed to hearing her talk about the future. She was able to do small things like predict changes in the weather, sing songs that weren't even recorded yet, or in this case, know exactly what she was going to wear the next day. The little girl had a remarkable gift and her daddies and uncles always praised her for being special.

"That's great, Jess," Sam smiled.

The guy reached up to curl some of his daughter's soft hair behind her tiny ear before leaning toward Gabriel next to him.

"We're going to the park tomorrow?" he asked, sounding confused.

"According to our blonde crystal ball, we are," Gabe shrugged.

Dean held down a chuckle. Seeing a tough hunter like Sam and an all-powerful archangel like Gabe have their lives dictated by their own four-year-old was a hilarious thing to witness. Jessica was growing into a kind but stern little girl. She always spoke her mind while listening to her heart. And Dean was proud of his niece for being independent and assertive. He knew she was going to use that tough spirit to kick some serious ass when she turned old enough to fight for herself.

A loud knock echoed through the bunker, interrupting the Winchester gathering.

Everyone looked up from their Easter treasure, including Dickie on the floor, who raised his head with an extra long bone in his mouth. All of the adults knew there was someone at the door and they glanced at each other, wondering who would be the one to go and answer it.

"I'll get it," Gabriel volunteered with a shrug.

The archangel adjusted the fake bunny ears on his head before disappearing from the table. Once the kids went back to digging around in their Easter baskets, Dean took the opportunity to kiss the top of Jude's head and slide him into the seat so he could get up. If there was a visitor at the door, Dean needed more to wear than just a pair of boxer shorts. But as usual, it seemed like Cas was able to read his mind. Because the moment he stood up and turned around, he was met with the sight of his dark-haired angel holding out a robe near the door. Dean smirked with private infatuation as he took his favorite robe from Cas's outstretched hand and slid it on.

"Thanks, baby," Dean hummed.

Cas only nodded in return. The dude was wearing his own robe now, too. But that didn't stop Dean from reaching beyond the fabric to grab him by the hips and yanking him close. While Sam and the kids were distracted at the table nearby, Dean carefully lowered his mouth toward Cas's and paused to speak against the angel's open lips.

"Happy bunny day," he whispered, deliberately teasing Cas by withholding a kiss.

"An – and to you as well, Dean," Cas breathed back.

As much as Dean wanted to be playful, he couldn't bear to hear the tiny ache of longing in Cas's voice. He finally brought their mouths together by gently pressing froward and letting their tongues dance. The taste of Cas's soft kiss was like a breath of fresh air. It was the oxygen his body needed; a vital necessity to keep his heart pumping. Cas's love literally kept Dean alive.

Their tender lips parted just in time for Gabriel to walk back into the kitchen. The bunny-ear-wearing trickster led the way for Bobby, who was adorned in his usual faded hat and puffy vest jacket. The old man told Dean a few days before that he might show up at the bunker for Easter, but it totally slipped Dean's mind. Bobby carried two large baskets into the kitchen with him, each one clearly made for Jude and Jessica. His three dogs, Peter, Willy, and Humphrey – all half-hell hound, half-Dickie – stumbled in behind him.

"Look who followed the Easter Bunny here, guys," Gabriel said, gesturing to the old man behind him.

The moment Jude and Jessica raised their heads to see Bobby, tiny gasps filled the kitchen. They abandoned their baskets on the table and ran to hug Bobby's legs. Joy was evident on Bobby's bearded face.

"Hey there, lil' munchkins," he grinned, kneeling down to hug them properly, "Boy, yer gettin' big!"

While Bobby embraced the kids, Dean caught sight of the dogs on the floor. The three hell hounds found their father's basket, but Dickie obviously had no intention of sharing the goodies inside. The Jack Russell gave his canine sons a tiny growl before grabbing the basket handle in his mouth and dashing away with it. Peter, Willy, and Humphrey all chased their dad out of the room with wagging tails, seeming determined to steal his stuff.

"Look, uncle Bobby! The Easter bunny came! And I gots a Batmobile!" Jude rejoiced, grabbing the toy off the table to hold it up where Bobby could see.

"That's great, Jude. Guess what?" Bobby said, kneeling down to their level with his own baskets, "He stopped by my house and left this for ya, too."

Jude and Jessica both squealed with surprise before yanking their new baskets from Bobby's hands and running back to the table to open them. Dean beamed down at the old man from a few feet away. Man, it was so nice to watch him spoiled the kids the same way he used to spoil Sam and Dean when they were little. Bobby was the fun uncle that every kid deserved to have.

"Want some coffee, Bobby?" Sam offered, already shuffling to the counter for another cup of his own.

"Sure," the old man shrugged as he got to his feet, "I ain't gonna say no to caffeine. Crowley kept me up all night long."

Sam, Dean, Cas, and Gabriel all stopped what they were doing and turned to give Bobby a collective grimace. Ugh. The image of Bobby and Crowley staying up all night doing God-knows-what was the last thing Dean wanted to think about. Bobby rolled his eyes and huffed a sigh.

"Get yer minds outta the gutter, you pervs," he grumbled, blushing a little, "We were up lookin' for a spell book."

"Is that what they're calling it these days?" Gabe winked, obviously unable to hold down a joke.

"Eat me, shorty," the old man spat back, "His mom lost the thing a few centuries back and he needs it for a soul deal or something. I don't know."

"His mom, huh?" Dean asked, "She still staying in hell with him?"

Bobby took a deep breath and exhaled with annoyance before leaning an elbow against the counter next to the plate of fresh pancakes. He glanced back for a second, probably to see how far away Jude and Jess were so that he could speak freely.

"Sorta. She pops up at my house every now and then, too. Always interrupts me and Crowley when we're busy doin' stuff," Bobby answered quietly.

"Dirty stuff?" Gabriel pressed, bouncing his eyebrows with a smirk.

"No," Bobby denied, shooting Gabe a glare, "Hunting stuff. Crowley's been helping me track down a nest of vampires out west."

"Sounds like you're helping him see the light," Dean mentioned, feeling genuinely impressed.

Bobby only shook his head and blushed harder. It still seemed difficult for him to talk so intimately about Crowley, even though the two of them had been in a relationship for years. Dean found the old man's embarrassment kind of endearing. It showed that Bobby honestly cared about Crowley the same way he used to care about Karen all those years ago.

Sam shuffled back over to the group and held out a steaming mug for Bobby. The old man stood up from the counter and reached out with both hands to take it – and something shiny caught Dean's eye. There was something new on Bobby's hand. A flashy piece of jewelery circled around one of his fingers... Around his ring finger...

"Is that a ring?" Dean blurted.

He couldn't stop himself from pointing it out. The sight of it took him by surprise. Why the hell was he wearing jewelry like that? Was he engaged?! Did he get married without telling anyone?! Bobby's face slipped into a fiercer shade of red and he instantly dropped his left hand to stuff it into his pocket.

"No," he denied immediately.

"Lemme see!" Gabriel gasped.

The archangel reached over and yanked Bobby's hand back out of his pocket to inspect it. All of the other adults in the room leaned closer to see it, too. The ring on Bobby's finger looked like it was made of solid silver, inlaid with an onyx band and lined with tiny rubies. The thing looked handcrafted and expensive as hell. Where did he get such a nice piece of jewelry? Did Crowley buy it? Did he make it? Did he trade something for it?

"Whoa, Bobby, is that a - ?"

"It's nothing," Bobby growled, interrupting Sam's assumption by ripping his hand back out of Gabriel's grasp, "Geez. Can't you boys mind yer own damn business?"

"You are our business, Singer," Gabriel grinned, "Just tell us. Are you hitched or not?"

"No, I ain't hitched," the old man grumbled, "It's just a ring, alright? Rings don't mean nothin'. Can we please focus on the kids today?"

Before another word could be spoken, Bobby walked away with his mug of coffee in hand, heading over to join Jude and Jessica at the table. He was clearly distraught about having to discuss the meaning of the jewelry on his finger. But the more he complained about it, the more his family was convinced that something serious was going on.

"Is it even possible to tie the knot with the king of hell? I mean, wouldn't the knot just burn or something? Does Crowley even believe in marriage?" Gabriel whispered to the rest of the guys.

"I'm sure Bobby would have told us if he was getting married. Maybe he's just engaged," Sam offered in return.

"He'll tell us when he's ready," Dean predicted, "In the meantime, our kids have some eggs to find."

Dean didn't miss the delight that sprang back across Gabriel's face. The blonde archangel was all too proud of the Easter egg hunt he had set up for Jude and Jessica the night before.

"Hey, Sunshine and Superman," Gabriel spun around to shout toward the kids, "Come and eat your pancakes, because there's a field full of eggs outside calling your names."

Jude and Jessica both raised their heads with shock and met eyes with excitement. A solid second of surprise went by before they jumped up and rushed over to claim their breakfast with smiling faces. Dean stepped close to give his child's head another kiss – would he ever be able to resist giving his son affection? – before backing toward the door.

"Everyone eat and get dressed. We'll meet at the stairs in twenty minutes, okay?" Dean announced.

Happy choruses of 'okay' followed Dean's statement. The oldest Winchester took the time to step back and admire the joyful scene in his kitchen – the smiles, the laughter, the mess of toys on the table, the smell of coffee and pancakes in the air, all his favorite people in one place – and a peaceful exhale drifted out of his mouth. Dean felt so blessed in that moment. This was everything he ever wanted. A big happy family sharing a meal together in their own home. With his heart heart pumping relief and love through his veins, Dean finally turned around to go put some clothes on and enjoy the rest of his day.

Just as Dean ordered, all the Winchesters met at the entrance stairwell twenty minutes later. Cas and Gabriel dressed the kids up in nice clothes – for pictures, Gabriel explained, – putting Jude in pastel blue plaid and Jessica in a colorful sundress. They were both carrying tiny little wicker baskets and nervously fidgeting by the door with anticipation. The two kids were definitely ready to hunt down some Easter eggs. Once everyone was all together again, Sammy led the way outside.

Gabriel had hidden the eggs all over the hillside above the bunker. And as Dean followed his family out into the sunlight, he could see dots of plastic color throughout the field. Of course, Gabe made the eggs sort of easy to find since the kids were still young. But the hill was absolutely covered. Geez, how many eggs did he put out there? The kids' baskets weren't going to be big enough to hold all of them at once.

"Okay, kiddos, here are the rules," Gabriel began, walking backwards so that he could look at Jude and Jess, "No kicking, no pinching, no biting, no pushing, no shoving, no name-calling, and absolutely no crying of any kind."

"Dude, this is an Easter egg hunt. Not the Hunger Games," Dean reminded flatly.

"Still. It's best to lay out the guidelines," Gabriel shrugged, "Any questions?"

Jessica shifted her little basket into one hand so that she could politely raise her other.

"Yes, baby bunny?" Gabe acknowledged.

"Can we start now?" she practically begged, putting on Sammy's signature puppy eyes.

A few of the adults chuckled. Yep. Jessie definitely got her impatience from Gabriel. The archangel grinned down at his little girl and gave her a wink before gesturing to the field beside him.

"By all means, sweetheart," he allowed, "Go get 'em!"

Jude and Jessica both darted up the hill in a blur of determination. Dean stood back between Cas and Bobby and watched the two kids slowly fill their baskets with fake eggs. Seeing them get to live out a childhood that he never had made him feel so good; so accomplished. Knowing that his son's life was already better than his own made Dean feel like a good parent. Wasn't that what every parent wanted? To give their kid a happier life than they ever had?

"Jude is very inquisitive."

Dean flashed a glance to his blue-eyed angel beside him. Cas was staring hard at their son in the distance, watching him comb the hillside with affection.

"He gets that from you, Cas," Dean reminded quietly.

The two of them shared a proud smile with each other before turning their attention back to the egg hunt. Things seemed to be going according to plan. Jude and Jessica were both eagerly gathering the plastic shapes in their respective baskets... But after a moment, Dean noticed that Jessica was going a lot faster than Jude. The little blonde girl was running and popping around the field, disappearing in one place to reappear in another. Jessica was flying. She was using her grace to gather up the eggs as quickly as possible, leaving Jude to wander around on his own.

Dean blinked between the two children in front of him, feeling his own heart ache behind his ribs. It was painfully clear that Jessica was more advanced than Jude. Her basket was full in no time. Eggs were toppling out before she could put anymore in. But sadly, Jude's basket was less than half-full. He was walking as fast as he could to find more eggs, but it was no match for Jessica's grace. Jess was flying and Jude wasn't. That was the big difference between the two of them. And now that Dean was seeing the drastic separation with his own eyes, his worry spiked. What if there was something wrong with Jude? What if he was more than just afraid of flying? What if he physically couldn't? What if his wings were defective or broken or something? What if the sweet little boy that had Dean wrapped around his pinky finger never figured out how to fly?

It seemed like Dean wasn't the only one that noticed the difference between Jude and Jessica. Cas slowly eased closer to Dean's side as they stood together, pressing against his shoulder with a look of genuine concern.

"Is he having difficulty with this game, Dean?" the angel whispered, sounding heartbroken.

Before Dean could reply, Jessica disappeared from the top of the hill and reappeared at the bottom, landing amongst the adults standing there. She pushed some of her own blonde curls out of her face so that she could see her fathers when she held up her basket toward them.

"It's too full, Papa," she pointed out to Gabe, "Can you hold these eggies? I wanna get more."

Somehow, hearing his niece's innocent voice made Dean's heart ache even worse. If Jessica dumped her basket and went to get more eggs, she would have found way more than Jude by the end of the hunt. And the thought of Jude being upset when it was over – the thought of seeing that look of utter defeat and sadness on his child's precious face – worried Dean unlike anything else. Luckily, Sam was able to see that the egg hunt was disturbing Dean and Cas because he glanced at them before kneeling down to talk to his daughter.

"Uh, I think we should let Jude find the rest of the eggs, baby bunny," Sam cooed sweetly, "Let's open yours instead."

"Okay!" Jessica smiled brightly.

Dean was overwhelmingly grateful to his brother for giving Jude a chance to have a fair game. While Sam, Gabriel, and Bobby helped Jessie go through her eggs, Dean and Cas stood by and watched their son finish the hunt by himself. Jude seemed perfectly content running around on his own to fill his basket – until he looked up and noticed that Jessica was already opening hers. A tiny bit of disappointment appeared in his blue eyes and Dean's heart nearly ripped in two. Son of a bitch. He couldn't stand seeing Jude upset.

The overwhelming worry eventually forced Dean into action. The man grabbed his angel by the hand and started pulling him up the hill toward their son. He wasn't about to let Jude's happy holiday be ruined just because he couldn't fly.

"Don't worry, little man," Dean called, giving him a big smile, "Papa and I are gonna help you find the rest."

delight was quick to return to Jude's beautiful eyes. The kid smiled back at his parents as they came up the hill to be with him.

"Allow me to hold your basket, son," Cas offered.

"Look, Papa, I found lots of eggs," Jude said proudly, as he gladly handed off his half-empty wicker basket.

"Indeed, you have," Cas smiled, "There appears to be a few more at the top of the hill as well."

Jude spun around and darted in the direction his Papa told him about. Dean and Cas stood next to each other and watched their child with equal expressions of worry. Bad thoughts were still racing through Dean's mind. He didn't want his son to be deprived of happiness just because he wasn't as graceful as his cousin. What if this issue held him back? What if not being able to fly had lasting effects?

"What if his wings are deformed or something, Cas?" Dean finally blurted, unable to hold his worry inside.

Cas's hand tightened around Dean's between them. Their eyes remained locked on their child while they spoke.

"Dean, his wings are not the problem," Cas replied gently, "I can see them with my own eyes. Both his body and his grace are maturing at a normal rate. Jude is perfectly healthy in terms of physical growth."

"Then what is the problem?" Dean asked.

Their conversation paused when Jude ran up to put a few eggs into the basket Cas was holding. A look of determination reappeared on his little face when he sprinted away again, heading off to gather a few more eggs in a different direction.

"I believe," Cas began, using the most subtle and comforting tone possible, "that the only thing holding our son back from using his grace and reaching his full potential... is fear."

Dean gulped. Somewhere deep down in his gut, he saw that answer coming. But it didn't make it any easier to hear.

"You mean, he's just afraid?" Dean asked, voice hollow.

"Yes," Cas answered, "It might be a stretch, but I think his fear of flight may be a hereditary trait."

Dean actually turned to look his angel in the eye. Guilt was suddenly coursing through his veins like ice.

"You think he got this from me? You think this is my fault?" Dean breathed.

"No one is at fault, Dean," Cas instantly corrected, letting go of Dean's hand to touch his face instead, "I'm simply pointing out the correlation between your dislike of flying and Jude's refusal to use his grace."

"So what, if I like to keep both feet on the ground?" Dean huffed, "It's not like I haven't flown before. I've been on planes, Cas. I've faced my fear."

"But Jude has not faced his," Cas reminded softly, "Our son needs to gain courage in order to overcome his fear."

"Then let's give him some," Dean confidently suggested, "You and me, Cas. We can help him get to the other side. We can help him find the courage he needs. We'll train him. I'll set up an obstacle course in the study and you can teach him how to use his grace. He can learn from us. He doesn't have to be afraid."

For a moment, Cas's only response was the growing smile on his lips. His blue eyes danced all around Dean's face as if he was looking at a priceless painting for the first time. The angel was clearly impressed with Dean's suggestion.

"I agree," Cas eventually replied, sliding his hand back inside Dean's.

The two of them shared a silent look of hopefulness before their son came running up to them again. Jude had an armful of colorful plastic eggs and was beaming from ear to ear.

"Look, Daddy! I found 'em all!" he grinned with pride.

Dean's smile returned at full capacity as he knelt down to help Jude put the eggs in the basket. Now that his kid was so close, Dean couldn't help but stare at his lightly-freckled cheeks and ocean-blue eyes and think about good it felt to be a parent. There wasn't anything Dean wouldn't do for his son. No plane he wouldn't board, no bridge he wouldn't jump from, no demon he wouldn't sell his own soul to. Jude's happiness and well-being was his first priority. And helping his child gain the courage to fly was at the top of Dean's to-do list.

Once all the eggs were in Jude's basket, Dean reached out to scoop his little boy into his arms and give him a big hug. Jude giggled a bit when he was being swept up and the sound made Dean's heart tingle with pride.

"I love you, little man," Dean whispered against his child's soft hair.

Jude raised his small head up from Dean's shoulder to peck a kiss on his cheek.

"I love you too, Daddy," he replied.

Dean smirked and glanced up to meet eyes with Cas, who was watching their embrace with a smile of admiration. By sight alone, Dean knew that Cas was just as happy as he was. And they were both equally prepared to teach their child how to fly.

(Author's Note: Happy Easter, everyone! :D Yep, that's right. Part four is finally here. Jude and Jessica are back and they are cuter than ever. ;) In case it was unclear, this story is taking place while Jude is five and Jessica is four, within the five months between their birthdays. Because it's Easter, of course. Lol. :) Jude is still afraid of flying, but we're gonna work on that in this fic. And Jessica can still see the future in her dreams, which we will come back to later, of course. ;) And what's going on with Bobby, you ask? Don't worry. We'll find out soon enough. lol ;) As I mentioned before, I'm going to include a few OCs in this fic, but no worries. If you like Dickie, Jude, Jessica, Peter, Willy, and Humphrey, then I think you might enjoy the new folks as well. ;D Btw, I had to write this first chapter in between two weddings and a birthday. It's a miracle that I was able to publish on time. (Thank you, Chuck!) :D As usual, I'm gonna try to update every Friday from here on out. And I'm not sure if I say this enough, but thank you guys so much for reading and commenting on this series so far. The only reason this story even has a fourth part is because of your kind words of encouragement and affection. And I deeply appropriate you taking the time to read this stuff! Seriously, thank you! Especially if you have been here since the beginning! Or followed me here all the way from AO3! Lol! I love you all. The next chapter will be out soon! :)