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Hello, sorry for taking a while, I wrote this then my computer went into a melt down, making it difficult to post this, until now.

I admit I rushed the read over, to try and get my mistakes because I honestly don't trust my computer to keep working normally.

So if I missed any mistake, sorry, bare with me and I'll try to go back and get them all. I just wanted to get this chapter up.

Ok, so kind of timing jumping in this chap about 2 weeks half way through, but takes place in a single month. So hope it doesn't get too confusing.

Thanks to the reviewers, sweetteatwo, Isabelle6116, EruthiadwenGreenleaf, for your lovely reviews. I was afraid I'd lost everyone with my time taking. (I'm dreadful.)

Title sucks, I didn't know what to name this chapter.

Enjoy, hopefully you will like what's in the chapter?

Of Questions & Signs.

"Hello?"

Dean felt kind of stupid talking out loud while starting at the kitchen ceiling, but he needed to make contact somehow and so far, nothing.

Of course, he understood the rules when they were freed from that life. He really and truly did, however he was only asking for one small thing, ok so it wasn't small, it was kind of a big thing.

But it was for Castiel, as well as his son, and himself.

"Right." Dean decided fuck it, he was going to talk and someone was going to listen. "We may not get on, or at least we didn't in the past. I get that, there's no love lost between us, but this isn't about us, it's about Cas and Dylan, which we both love." He glared at the ceiling before resting his forearms on the kitchen island top, starting at the tile work.

"He deserves everything, and it's probably a kick in the teeth that he chose me, over staying with you lot." Dean felt his lips kicking up because yeah, that was the truth… but then he caught himself. Straightening up, he wiped the smile off his face and ran his hand through his hair. "Look, I would love to give Dylan a sibling, I know this time around it will be different for him, but I don't want him to grow up without someone to share his experiences with."

Resting against the island, he crossed his arms. "He should be able to enjoy everything, with a brother or sister, I wouldn't mind a girl." Dean never knew what it was to have a sister, or have a daughter, mostly it was males in the family. "Castiel would love another child, if we had it the same way we had Dylan, and I know it's a big ask, however when it comes to Cas, it's not that big of an ask because it's Cas."

Nothing would ever be too much, too good, or too expensive when it came to his husband.

Looking up at the ceiling he exhaled. "Come on, I know someone is listening and you agree, just give me a sign or make contact."

Silence, just silence.

There was probably an angel stood in this kitchen somewhere, talking back to him and not in a nice way, probably a mocking way, sweeping his eyes around the kitchen, he huffed in annoyance, "Come on, just answer me ba—"

"Who are you talking too?" Sam frowned as he appeared in the kitchen doorway, not understanding who Dean was talking to.

"Jesus Christ, Sam." Dean stiffened at his brother's voice, feeling a sense of panic he might have been caught, he did not want anyone else knowing about this. Not one person. "What the hell are you doing sneaking up on people like that?"

"I used the front door and it wasn't sneaking." Sam shot his brother a look because he had used the front door, he was intending to come in the garage way but there was someone walking down the garden path, holding a leaflet. So after parking on the drive he moved to intercept them, wondering what the flyer was about and since he was near the front door, he used it. "It's not my fault, your too busy talking to notice I came in."

Dean snorted, "Talking. Yeah that's what I was doing." Fat lot of good it was getting him; he was literally being ignored.

Moving further into the kitchen, Sam placed the flyer on the kitchen counter and looked at his brother, who didn't have a phone in his hand or anywhere on the counter. "Who where you talking too?"

"None of your business and what are you doing here this early?" Dean pulled his phone from his pocket to look at the time, when Sam opened the fridge. It was five minutes past seven in the morning. Great he was late for work. "Ugh I don't have time; I've got to go."

Castiel stepped in the kitchen holding Dylan, who had slept in this morning. His son had been up last night talking, they heard it through the baby monitor, he sounded happy and although they couldn't make out what he was saying, it seemed like a good talk.

"Good morning Sam." He was a little surprised to see his brother in law, this early in the morning when they hadn't planned anything.

"Hey, I came to say, I get the keys in the next two weeks." Sam grinned as he twisted the lid of a bottle of juice, feeling immensely excited at getting the keys to his own place.

"That's great." Dean grinned back at his brother, suddenly feeling his mood lighten. "So you want to go furniture shopping and get stuff in?"

"Yep." Sam took a swig of his juice, but looked towards his nephew when Dylan reached out a hand towards him, while batting his lips together. He placed the juice on the counter and reached for Dylan. "Thought you might want to come, the carpets are going down in the next few days and then, the keys are mine. So I want to get furniture that goes with the look and feel of the place."

Castiel released Dylan, when Sam started to lift him. "Dean's on a half day today, if you want to go this afternoon." He moved towards the kettle and flicked the switch.

"Yeah, I still want to go shopping this morning for dishes and kitchen stuff. Bedding, curtains, and all that." Sam held the bottle in his right hand, carefully guiding it as Dylan gripped it around the top half, while talking a sip.

Dylan pulled back and scrunched his face up, it tasted funny, but good.

Dean laughed when his son went back for more and started to move, as he was just making himself more late. "Ok, I'll call you when I get out. Bye Dylan." He waved at his son and paused by Cas, giving him a kiss on the cheek, before starting towards the garage door, grabbing his keys from the dish.

Sam watched him leave and quirked a brow at Castiel. "He's acting weird."

"Dylan was up last night, talking to someone." Castiel hummed as he sipped his drink, a smile on his lips.

"Agh, right." Now he understood who Dean was talking to. "Did you have friend's over last night?" Sam looked at Dylan, and nodded when his nephew nodded holding his hand up, some of his fingers extended. "Good conversations?"

Dylan grinned putting a hand to his head, as he laid it on Uncle Sammy's shoulder. His friend where silly last night, and one banged their head on his toy, above his crib.

Castiel lowered his cup, holding it in his right hand while resting the left on the counter top, happy his son wasn't in a bad mood this morning, considering the late night. Plus, he was secretly pleased his brother's and sister's where still visiting, at least it seemed that way. He didn't know what would happen when Dylan grew up, because he was blind to that world and babies, only saw things, for a limited time.

But he hoped that even when Dylan could no longer see them, they would still be around.

"Well, the next time there here, tell them not to stay so late. They make Daddy grumpy." Sam placed the juice down on the counter and held his hand out towards Dylan. "Deal?"

Dylan reached for his Uncle's hand and slapped his in it. Deal.

"Good, now you want to come shopping with me. Help me get stuff for your new room, at my place." Sam shifted his nephew holding him against the middle of his chest.

Me, Dylan pointed to himself. More toys. He looked towards his Papa.

"Yes, stuff for your new bedroom." Castiel didn't want to tell Dylan more toys because he clearly had more than enough now, Sam could take some of them, with him, so when Dylan slept over he was able to play.

Yay, Dylan clapped his hands as he bobbed in his Uncle's arms.

Sam made sound effects of his own. "Yay, let's go." He started towards the living room, ready to get the shopping underway. He knew he wouldn't get everything today, but it was good to start.

"He needs a bath." Castiel followed after them, amused by their interaction.

"To the bathroom." Sam carefully turned Dylan around and held him forward, making flying noises as he approached the stairs, starting to climb them.

Boomerang climbed the stairs, barking as he watched his little master.

Dylan held his legs straight and his arms up towards his chest.

Castiel moved to sit on the couch, lifting Biscuit up, when his dog made an attempted jump, with something in his mouth. "Nearly there, you'll get it next time." He stroked his dog as the growing puppy sat next to him, leaning into his leg and sipped his hot drink, looking at the leaflet.

Most have come through the post.

A Church fundraiser, tasking place at the end of the month, with activates for adults and children.

That sounded nice, maybe they should give it a visit.

-.-.-

"Hey Dean, are you free?"

Alex's voice came from the Office side of the garage as he was about to punch his card, he almost didn't want to answer, just stay quiet and slip away. Yet he answered back, "Yeah?"

"We have a client here; his car keeps cutting out. Can you give it a look?"

"Sure." He moved towards the front of the garage and out into the parking lot, seeing the client stood there next to his car and held in a sigh.

It was the priest, from the other month.

Great.

"Hello again, Mr Winchester, isn't it?"

The Priest held his out hand out and Dean forced himself to stay calm, instead of showing his frustration. "Yeah. So what's the problem today?"

Father Mathew shook the man's hand and turned to look at his car. "Sorry to trouble you, but the thing keeps cutting out, sometimes when I go to start it. Or while I'm driving, it will just cut off and I have to start it again. Sometimes it takes a few times before I get it going again."

Dean wanted to ask if he kept stalling it, but instead moved around the driver's door. "Can I try starting it up?"

"Sure." Father Mathew handed the keys towards the mechanic and stood by the side.

He started the car, seeing it come to life just fine and frowned at the dash board, wondering what the hell the problem was. He looked at this the other month, and thought he had fixed the problem, obviously he missed something, unless the priest just kept stalling the car.

"Of course, it works fine now." Father Mathew didn't know why it kept cutting out, he knew the thing was an older model, but it wasn't that old and he didn't need to be looking to get a new one.

Dean hummed as he got out the seat. "Could you drive it around the parking lot, maybe then it might show the problem?"

"Yes." Father Mathew moved towards his car and slipped into the driver's seat and put his seat belt on before closing the door and starting to drive it around the parking lot.

Alex moved to stand next to Dean. "Is there a problem?"

"I don't know, says it keeps cutting out. I looked at it the other month and thought I fixed the issue." Dean crossed his arms, waiting to see if anything happened and yet nothing did.

Alex tilted her head after the Priest drove around for the second time. Waving her hand, she motioned for him to come closer and when he did, she smiled towards him and moved towards the driver's door when he got out. "We can look under the hood now, and see if there any problems, if you have the time spare, or we can keep it till Monday and give it a service, see if we can see the problem and call you if we find anything."

Father Mathew nodded in agreement. "I am a little busy today teaching the seminarians. Could I ask how long you would keep it for, I use the car to travel to see my older parishioners, who can't make it to church. Would I be looking to hire a car for the week?"

"No, I promise my dad will personally look at it, first thing in the morning. We'll call you on the afternoon and take it from there if we still haven't found the problem. We can rent you a car for the next two days, if you want, until you get yours back." Alex maybe only be in her early twenties, but she's been in this business since she was born, she knew how to handle customers and their needs.

Father Mathew thought about it for a moment, he might need a car, although he wasn't planning on going anywhere Sunday as he had his service. It was better to have something and not need it, then need it and not have it. "Yes please. How much am I looking at, I don't need one of those fancy things, just a normal car will do."

"Don't you worry Father; we'll won't charge you for the weekend. We thought we fixed the problem, so we'll loan you the car for the weekend until Monday and take it from there." Alex knew her parents wouldn't mind, Father Mathew was one of their good customers, for nearly Twenty years now.

"Bless you Alex." Father Mathew couldn't help but smile, she was a truly nice person, willing to help anyone, at any cost and while it was admirable and a good quality, she couldn't always be so trusting. "Ok, but come Monday, if you don't find the problem. I pay for the week."

Alex grinned and held her hand out. "Deal, now if you come with me, I'll get the paperwork and we will quickly fill it out and Dean will get you a car." She turned towards Dean, giving him an apologetic grin. "Can you get a car out of rental for him please?"

"Sure." Dean nodded his head, he had no problem doing that. However, come Monday, he was going to beat Stan to that car, because now it was personal. He had checked that car over and made sure it was working perfectly and now it kept cutting out, Dean felt insulted by the situation, and come Monday, he would have it out with the car.

Dipping into the garage, he opened the box on the far wall and looked at the set of keys, before deciding on a fairly standard model, that wasn't fancy, just a normal car. Closing the box, he moved around the garage, towards the back parking area for employees, looking for the car, parked in the rental section.

The rent a cop, who normally sat in the booth, had already gone and soon enough so would Dean, as soon as they dealt with this Priest. Which of course, on the day Dean lost his cool with his in laws, he had to deal with a Priest, oh the irony.

Sighing, he slid into the car and pushed his frustration down, starting the car, he drove it around to the front, ready to send this guy away and get to Cas, Dylan and Sam.

Who were probably having more fun than him.

-.-.-

"Do you have a colour scheme?" The lady clasped her hands together as she looked towards the men, and baby. Right now, the only one who seemed to have any idea of what they wanted was the baby.

"Erm, no." Sam just thought curtains, not really giving thought to colours, styles, thickness, length. He kind of thought when he saw something he liked, he would go with it. But the lady had mentioned things, he didn't even know he needed to know.

Castiel looked at his son, when Dylan shook his head looking at him, before holding a hand to his head. "To be fair, he was very excited about getting his own place." He didn't give any of these things a thought when they moved into their house and he believed his house looked beautiful, and homely. So maybe Sam should do it like they did, which was wing it.

Dylan lowered his hands, and nodded along. Uncle Sammy did seem excited and bath time had been fun with lots of bubbles with Mr Octopus and ducky.

"Would you like to see our collections?" He looked a little lost, maybe a bit of direction was needed. The Lady smiled patently as she waited on an answer.

Sam shrugged his shoulders, about to say sure when his phone started ringing. He held his hand up, with one finger extended. "Excuse me, please." He smiled apologetically as he moved any and turned his back towards her, answering his phone. "Hello?"

"Where you at?"

He closed his eyes at hearing his brother's voice, it was the life line he needed, to escape the torture of question from the store lady. "We're over in the curtain section, come quickly."

"Why?" Dean's voice turned curious and a little hard, like he was expecting trouble.

"There's a lady, asking me questions about length, thickness, style, colour." Sam lowered his voice whispering into the phone, hoping his brother would save him. He had no idea how to get away, she just kept asking questions and he didn't know the answers. When had curtain shopping became so hard…not that Sam had really done it before.

"I'm coming Sammy."

The call ended and Sam winced because now he would have to lower it. He slowly lowered it and looked at Castiel and Dylan, wondering if the woman was still behind him.

Castiel saw the raised eyebrows and eyes flicking to the side, he followed the line of site, seeing another aisle. "You want to look at cushions?" It was a cushion isle, filled with various sizes of throw pillows, for couches, chairs, and beds.

What? Sam looked at the isle, wondering what Castiel was talking about and saw the cushion aisle. Oh, "No." He shook his head and chanced a look behind himself, quickly. The woman was stood with her back towards them talking to another customer. "I meant was she gone."

"No." Castiel leaned closer when Sam cocked his head towards another isle. "Are we making an escape."

"Yes." Sam put a hand on his brother in law's shoulder and quickly stirred them down the aisle, hoping to slip away unnoticed from the Lady. Yet bumped into someone and jumped. "Jesus."

Dean frowned at him. "What the hell are you doing?" He looked like he was trying to escape which was hard when his head, was clearly visible above the shelves.

Castiel's amusement bled into his voice. "We're escaping."

Dylan clapped before going silent, and putting a finger to his lips. No noise, clapping wasn't allowed.

Dean felt his lips kick up and held his hands out towards his son. "You're so clever." He would have made a damn fine Hunter, if not the best ever. But luckily all that smarts would go into his education, so he could get a good job and live a damn fine life, with a hearty pay check.

Sam grinned in amusement as well and shook his head. "Come on, I just want to find curtains, not get asked a million questions."

"Well, let's match it to the carpet, or furniture." Dean went with that choice when he and Bobby went shopping, and his house looked good. Even if he said so himself.

"I don't have furniture yet." However, he did know what he wanted, being a hunter had lead him to find appreciation in craftsman ship and also he liked good solid wood. "Let's go hit up the furniture shops." Sam relaxed his stance and started to relax.

Castiel saw the woman standing at the top of the aisle, and it looked like she was finishing her conversation. "We better go now; the Lady looks like she's about to finish her conversation."

Sam tensed and looked behind him, before moving swiftly down the aisle and turning right towards the store entrance.

Dean frowned at the Lady in question and started following Sam out, as Castiel followed beside him, laughing lightly to himself.

Dylan rested one hand on his Dada's collar, eyes flicking from Uncle Sam, to the lady behind them and once they were out the store, he held his hands above his head. He'd seen Grandpa do this, when watching TV together.

Safe, that's what Grandpa Bobby always said.

He didn't know why Dada and Papa, started laughing with Uncle Sammy, but he grinned, showing his teeth and clapped, very happy they were laughing.

-.-.-

Bobby whistled as he looked at the pictures. "That looks impressive."

"Solid wood. Oak, real nice craftsman ship." Dean bit into his burger after his sentence, groaning at the taste of his food, it was heavenly.

Castiel held a small chip towards Dylan, watching as his son gripped it and started to bite at it. "How long do you think it will take to move Sam in?"

"A day at most." Sam wiped his mouth with the napkin. "I got almost everything today. The furniture arrives in the morning and we can set that up, no problem. Then just wash the dishes and kitchen ware, put everything in its place and done."

"Why?" Dean lifted one eyebrow at his husband.

Castiel lifted a chip towards his mouth, and blew on it. "I was thinking that maybe we could have dinner there, to celebrate Sam getting his own place, as in a cooked meal." Instead of take out, or fast food joints.

Dean paused in biting his burger, looking at Cas with wide eyes.

"I didn't mean I would cook." He tossed a chip at Dean's head.

Sam snorted and coughed into his fist, trying to dislodge the food that got stuck in it. "That sounds like a good idea." He reached for his drink and took a sip. "I mean I could cook, I haven't in ages and I miss a good home cooked meal."

Dean chewed the rest of his burger, but grinned towards Cas and winked, not wanting his husband to be offend by his pause.

Castiel moved his feet under the table, to bump against Dean. He wasn't offended, his husband had tried his cooking for a good while, bless him. In all honesty, he was seriously thinking about taking lessons. Sandra said she knew a guy who was a professional teacher and was looking for clients, however he wasn't going to tell Dean that. He wanted to try first and see if he was any good, no point getting his husband's hopes up, if it didn't work out.

Bobby nodded as he sipped his beer. "Start as you mean to finish." It was something his wife had said to him, after they got married, start married life as you mean to finish it, don't go in with false pretences because they wouldn't last. His Karen had been a wise woman. "Well, I think the only thing left for you to do is pack up your room and take what you want." Then Sam would be ready to move out.

His boys completely grown and doing it on their own.

Bobby lifted his beer towards the middle of the table. "Couldn't be prouder." And that was all he had to say.

Dean lifted his beer and tapped Bobby's, Cas and Sam's cans, before taking a drink of his own and leaning back in his chair, looking towards his brother. "I'll help you pack if you want."

"Yeah sure, but I mean I'll leaving some stuff." He wasn't taking everything because he wanted to come back some night and sleep. This may be Sam's first real place of his own, but Bobby's would always be his home.

"No you're not." Bobby snorted as he got up from his seat and moved his trash towards the bin. "I only got room for Dylan now."

Dylan clapped his hands together, before holding them up as his Grandpa looked towards him. "Ugh." He made grabby hands, folding his fingers in before extending them.

"See." Bobby freed Dylan from his high chair before lifting him out. "I only got room for my grandkids, so don't be leave your rubbish behind when you go." He was messing, his other Grandchildren where way off in the future, when Sam actually found a woman, and decided to settle down. By then Dylan would maybe be ten, so he would still have the crib room, to use, while Dylan would be in a boy's room.

"Hey." Sam held his hands up, while Dean tossed a napkin at Bobby's head. "We're right here."

"Talking crap, old man." Dean shook his head, before looking at his brother.

"I know right." Sam crossed his arms. "If he's not careful, I might not give him grandkids." He smirked when Dean grinned at what he said, then felt it die, when Bobby spoke.

"Yeah I already know that might happen, which is why I focus on Dylan now." Bobby could give as good as he got, and Sam started this, but he would finish it.

Sam felt his mouth drop open, because ouch.

Dean shook his head, squeezing his brother's shoulder. "You'll find a girl, Sammy and you have a bunch of kids, that will give their Grandpa hell."

Castiel nodded his head, as he started to gather the rubbish. "I'm sure when the times right, you will find the right person." He'd already seen the women and men who eyed Sam up when they saw him, but Sam never did, so Castiel took that to mean, he wasn't ready yet, when he noticed the looks, then it would be time to start dating.

"Yeah." Sam worried about the future in the beginning, even though he never truly gave thought to dating. He wanted a bunch of kids, because why the hell not, now his life was blessed, they would never be in danger like he was, and he wanted his kids to have siblings. So two minimum, maybe four maximum, five would be his absolute limit.

"Of course you will." Bobby remember when he was thunderstruck by his wife. God she knocked him for six. "And when you meet her you will know."

"How?" He loved Jessica, in a first way kind of love, and he thought they would be together and build a life, have kids and get married, but he didn't have that feeling straight away. He liked her, but he wasn't suddenly filled with a feeling that this was the one, his feelings had grown for her over time. That's how Sam thought it worked, at least for him.

Dean hummed as he looked at Cas, tilting his head. "I just felt a connection, a bond with him straight away." He held distrust at first, but he couldn't ignore the way they connected with each other, like a pull, drawing them together.

Castiel smiled at the dopey grin on his husband's face, that he came to know as his Disney princess smile and agreed with the statement, he also agreed with Sam's question of how. When he met Dean, he felt a connection to him, a bond that started to grow between them, and that bond turned into so much more, over a period of years together. He didn't immediately love Dean, that came later, but he couldn't ignore Dean, or seem to stay away from him, that effect was immediately. "I believe when you meet them, you will feel a connection to them, a pull, that seems strong and from there love may grow. Or you could be like Bobby, and just know in a heartbeat."

"But when you meet them, you will know." Bobby was sure of that, one way or the other, Sam would know. "Now go pack your room."

Sam pushed his chair back, excited at the thought that maybe one day he could meet her and just know. Hopefully it would be sometime in the next year or two. He wasn't a spring chicken, not that he was old, but he was at the time when life began, he was thirty and he wanted to be a dad before he was thirty-five.

Dean made to follow after his brother, only pausing to lean over the middle of the table, wanting a kiss.

Castiel leant in to meet him, and brushed their lips together in a sweet kiss.

"I'm glad you answered me." Dean didn't think he said it.

"You're hard to resist." Castiel was glad he didn't try to anymore.

He cupped his husband's face, and gave him another kiss before pulling back. "I'm going to help Sam pack." Dean started for the stairs, planning to help Sam get as much stuff as he need packed.

Castiel tried to control his smile as he moved towards the living room and sat on the couch, looking at his son, who was sat playing on Bobby's lap, while Biscuit was on the floor, trying to catch Dylan's hand with his tongue. Boomerang was sleeping peacefully in front of the fire. Looking back at Bobby, who was watching Dylan and Biscuit with a smile, he relaxed back into the couch. "If you get lonely, you can also have Dylan over."

Bobby paused for a minute, he was a little worried, not about being alone, but maybe his place feeling empty, bigger than it was. He felt like that when his wife died, but then the boys came. "I would like that." He swept his hand over Dylan's hair, knowing it would never feel empty again. Ed

"Me too." Castiel could maybe think about taking those cooking lessons, if Dylan stayed here one night of the week. That way he could concentrate on the lesson and not worry about Dylan. Perhaps now was the time to talk to Bobby about it, while Dean was busy.

-.-.-

"Huh." He didn't know Sam still had that, reaching onto the shelf, he grabbed the baseball and rubbed his thumb over it. There was dust on it, however that didn't hide the dirty marks, it was old and worn, the seam on one side was slightly split.

"What?" Sam paused in putting books in a box, but managed to catch what his brother threw at him, while clutching the books to his chest. "Huh, I forgot I had this in here." He smiled down at the ball.

Dean moved to sit on the bed, pushing one of the boxes to the side. "I got the glove and you got the ball." They had promised to trade every year and they had for the first two, but after that, hunting really took over. He looked around the room, it was Bobby's style, but Sam's touches to the room and now Sam was getting his own place.

God things had changed and Dean was slightly choked up.

He had always tried to be everything Sam could need in a brother and more. He tried to play parent at times when Bobby or their father hadn't been with them, tried to protect his little brother as best he could and for the most part, he had and now…. Sam didn't need him to be those things.

He would always be Sam's, big brother.

It was time to let go of the other roles and relax.

Sam sat the other side of the box and tightened his grip around the ball. He had enjoyed those times spent playing ball, with both Bobby and Dean, those moments were also tucked away in his favourite memories. Things he would want to do with his own children and Dylan, one day. He would have to fix it up, so he could use the same ball, make it some kid of family heirloom, one they could actually pass down to the next generation of their family.

"I'm proud of you." Dean moved his hand to clap his brother on the shoulder, thumb digging in a little bit. He never said that enough, not as much as he should have because Sam looked at him slightly confused. "It's a big thing, this change and you've found your feet." His brother had helped him in the beginning and he said he would help and support Sammy, in figuring out what he wanted from life. Which he would continue to do, but the steps Sam had taken so far, he couldn't be prouder. "You've decided on what career you want; you've got your own place."

Sam's lip quirked, even as he strangely felt a little emotional over his brother's words.

Dean thought they'd go down dying, but he had hope Sam would get an out, a chance at a normal life because that's all he wanted for his little brother. For him to be happy and safe. "This is what I always wanted for you."

He swallowed around the lump in his throat and nodded. "Thanks man," Dean had been a big, big part of his world and one of the sole fixtures in it for so long. Sam didn't want a life without his brother in it, because he would always need his brother, to move through life with him, be at his side and have his back. Without Dean, his life would be hallowed, his brother was his big brother, best friend and so much more. "But you know I wouldn't have this without you."

Dean coughed, his throat got tight. It was nice to hear his brother, echoed his thoughts and feelings. "I love you Sammy." He climbed to his feet and opened his arms, accepting his brother in a hug and held tight for a moment.

"I love you too." Sam clap his brother on the back, baseball digging in as he returned the embrace. "And just because I got my own place, doesn't mean I won't come around as often." He would, just as much as he did, when he lived here in Bobby's house, because family made houses, homes.

"You always have a place in our house." Dean didn't care if he was fifty, he would still have his brother over and plus. "I will need a place to crash, when I piss off Cas so badly. So your couch is one of my go to places."

Sam laughed at the words, trying to control his emotions, damn Dean's words had got to him. "You mean when Bobby takes Cas side, over yours."

"Damn right." Dean clapped his brother and pulled back, grinning at him. "Bitch."

Sam laughed, coughing back. "Jerk."

Glad that even as life moved on, somethings remained the same, remained constant, throughout it.

-.-.-

A ringing sounded through the air!

As a buzzing took place in his pocket

It had almost been two weeks, he had been on stand by for this call for exactly twelve days, and he really needed to answer the call, if it turned out to be the call.

Sam juggled his books in his hand, with holding his pad and pen, while trying to pull his phone out his jacket pocket. He saw the name and jammed the stuff in his arm against his chest as he answered the call.

"Mandy?"

"Yes, hello Sam. I'm just calling to say, that the keys are ready for you and Fred can drop them off or he will be at the apartment building later on today to make sure everything is good. You can call in and get them, if that work's for you?"

"Really, that's great." He tried to shove his jacket sleeve up to look at his wrist watch, but he couldn't, his books started slipping. "I'm at campus right now, my classes don't finish till four. What time is he there till?" Sam could wait and have the keys dropped off, but he wanted to know what it looked like, the anticipation was too great.

"Eight, so no rush and I will tell him, you'll come to get the keys. He will appreciate it." Mandy's tone was happy. "Congrats Sam, you have your very first place of your own."

"Thanks, Mandy." He grinned at his boots and hung up the phone. Finding his mood changing so quickly, he wanted so badly to tell Dean but he had a class to get too. He slid his phone back in his pocket and managed to shift his books, in his arms until they were organised and started walking only to pause as it sounded like someone said excuse me.

Sam turned slightly, seeing a woman with dark hair straightening up from the floor. While an older woman with blonde shorter hair, stood next to her and spoke. "You dropped these."

The woman with dark hair, held keys up in the air, between her finger and thumb, looking at him.

He had saw them earlier, stood talking with their hands and smiled at the sight, he always thought the way people talked with their hands, was beautiful. Animated and graceful at the same time.

Sam held his hand out for his keys and took them, smiling towards the dark haired woman and placed his fingers under his chin, sweeping them forwards as he spoke. "Thank you." Yet the dark hair woman's face, made him pause.

"Oh my." The blonde woman started laughing and looked at her dark haired companion and started signing.

The dark haired woman's lips curved up, as her teeth sank into her bottom lip, before coughing to compose herself, Mildred was so dirty minded. She signed back, they only thing they should tell him, was about his mistake and not what her response to his mistake should be.

Placing a hand on her friend's shoulder, Mildred shook her head, before pointing to the man, but spoke out loud to her friend. "I'll let you, then."

"Thank you, is this." Her speech was slightly different to the blonde woman's, but her words where clear in the sense you could understand what she said, the tone sounded throatier, then normal.

The woman placed her fingers to her mouth, her hand completely flat and moved her hand forward and in a slightly downward direction towards Sam. She spoke as she did it, "Thank you."

Sam got the feeling he said something he shouldn't have, and looked directly at her when he spoke, making sure to enunciate his words, without raising his voice. "Sorry, I only know a little, I took some back in college, the first time around, but that was a while back."

"Most people don't know any; I appreciate you trying." The woman smiled, her amusement clear.

He held his hand out towards her. "I'm Sam Winchester."

"Eileen Leahy, nice to meet you." She reached out and shook his hand.

"Can I ask what I said?" He hoped it wasn't anything rude, but he got the impression it might have been.

"Fuck off." Eileen shrugged one shoulder and she tilted her head. "But you seem like a nice guy so I won't hold it against you." She signed as she spoke.

Sam felt his eyes go wide as he shook his head. "Oh." Shit. Way to make a bad impression, if her smile didn't say otherwise. He felt his lips kick up and replicated her actions. "Thank you."

The blonde woman, looked at her friend and signed, and nudged her with her elbow, while wagging her eyebrows at her. But felt her grin turn devilish at the response.

Sam got the feeling they were talking about him, their eyes kept flicking back to him. He didn't feel nervous or as if they were saying anything bad, but he did want to know what was being said. "Can I ask what was said in response to my accidental, mistaken thank you?"

Eileen's smile turning knowing and coy. "Maybe some other time." She tucked her hair behind her ear and started to walk by him, looking up at him. "Bye Sam."

He turned with her as she walked passed him and smiled, holding one hand up. "Bye Eileen."

The blonde woman was signing at her like cray, while Eileen just shook her head and singed back, before they both looked back at him, laughing again.

Sam raised his hand again, amused, when maybe he shouldn't be. He didn't know what the response to his fuck off was, but he genuinely felt amused and curious as to what was said.

He watched them walk off in the opposite direction to the main building.

She did say next time…Did she plan on talking to him, the next time she saw him?

He lowered his hand when the sound of a bell rung out and looked at his watch. "Crap." Now he was late, never mind. He started jogging to his class, cutting across the grass, towards the doors and slipped inside, managing to get in just behind his lecturer and slid into a seat at the front.

The slightest touch of a curve, still on his lips.

-.-.-

Dean tipped his head back, staring hard at the kitchen ceiling, sighing loudly.

"Hello?"

Here he was again, talking out loud.

For the hundredth time.

Yet all he got in return was nothing.

Absolute nothing.

Which was really starting to pis— grate on him.

It was starting to grate on him, that no one responded.

He was asking for a little bit of help here, he knew the rules, and he accepted them. But come one, this was for Castiel and Dylan. So it was really fucking pissing him off that he was being ignored.

Dean bit on his clenched knuckles to stop himself for swearing at the man upstairs because that would defeat the purpose of trying to make contact, and it would probably piss them off.

But it wasn't like they couldn't hear his thoughts, anyway.

Surely one of the Angels where listening, heck maybe even God was listening, Dean would settle for Feathers, over the big man himself. He knew they came around, they were Angels, for God sake.

"Right. Asshats listen carefully. I get where even for all the shit you put me and Sam through, but all the good I did, by wading through that shit, I should get to cash that in because it had to count for something." It did, the people they helped and saved, that counted, but they really had been put through the ringer and he believed that this last thing would completely even the scoreboard.

Erase it even, so no more tallies could be kept, no more favour to call in.

It would be completely done.

"One final score and then where settled, once and for all."

They were probably giving him shit, or laughing at him. Mocking him and his pleas. Gabriel or Balthazar where probably the leaders of the group.

Dean felt his anger flare again. "I swear you asshat—"

"Who's an asshat?" Sam pushed the garage door open, stepping into the kitchen, he came to tell Dean his good news yet he heard his brother's voice from in the garage, his tone and volume, told him Dean wasn't happy. Without actually having to talk, or see his brother beforehand.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Sammy." Dean stiffened at his brother's voice, and twisted his chest around to see his brother coming in. "What have I told you about sneaking up on people like that?"

"Again, I wasn't sneaking." Sam didn't know what was pissing his brother off, but it wasn't him sneaking about. "Who are you talking to?" He pointed at the ceiling, wondering why his brother was talking to them upstairs, so to speak.

Ha, Dean was prepared for this. He held his right hand up, showing his mobile sat in it. "No, I was on the phone."

"Who to?" Sam moved around the island, waiting on an answer.

Fuck. "None of your business." He slid off the counter top and shoved his phone in his back pocket. "Why are you here?" Didn't have something to do, instead of barging in when he was trying to talk to his in-laws. Fat lot of good it was getting him anyway; he was literally being ignored.

"My place is done." Sam didn't know how bad his brother's mood was, he hoped it wasn't all doom and gloom, with thunderstorms. He wanted Dean to come with him, and check it out.

Dean paused at the words, before breaking out in a grin. "You got the keys?"

"Going to get them now, if you want to come?" That way, after they went to Bobby's, Dean could pick Dylan up and Cas' evening class will have finished. He expected his brother to be at Bobby's but when he phoned, Bobby said Dean had something to do at his house, and would be by later. So he thought why not kill two birds with one stone.

"Hell yes." He held his hand out and when Sam took it, pulled his brother into a brief hug, clapping him on the back of his shoulder. "Let's go."

Sam grinned and clapped his brother back, before making for the garage door, excited to get to his place.

Yes, his place.

-.-.-

"I'm excited." Sam couldn't remember being this giddy, or generally happy before.

Dean shifted lane and grinned towards his brother, briefly. "You should be, your own bachelor pad." He was joking for the most part, slowing down, he prepared to turn off into the parking lot for Sam's new place, when an idiot walked straight in front of his car.

"Jesus." Sam placed his hand on the dash front as the car stopped and a man…carrying a cross on his back looked towards them. He shifted his eyes to the people behind the man with a cross, seeing boxes, with clothes and stuff in them.

"What the fuck." Dean held his hands up at the dude, who clearly had a death wish. "You ever heard of, look before you cross." If his reaction time wasn't a quick as normal, that dude would have been flat on the road.

"Sorry." The man held a hand up and carried on walking to the other side of the pavement.

Dean looked at the group stood on the other side, holding boxes with props written on them. He held both hands up but pointed them towards the guy with the big cross on the other side. "You can go."

The group moved quickly, some saying thank you while others gave quick hand waves.

Sam shook his head, "I didn't know there was a theatre group around here." He mostly thought of this as the old business district. A lot of the buildings where empty.

"He's lucky, I know how breaks work." Dean turned into the parking lot, thankful not many people where following him in, or he would have created a line of traffic behind him. "Dick." You would think carrying a big cross, which obviously was a prop, you would look where you were going, especially near roads.

Reaching out, he squeezed Dean's shoulder. "Let's just get inside." Forget that dude, it was all about his new place.

"Yeah your right." Dean parked his precious baby and climbed out, following Sam into the apartment building, surprised by how much it had changed since they'd last been here. The hallways, stairways, all looked completely new, like the building was a new complex, rather than a refurbishment.

Sam started taking the steps two at a time, feeling Dean closing behind him and yanked open the door to his floor, moving down the hallway, seeing his door was open, while others were shut.

Dean put his hands on his brother's shoulders, squeezing as he followed him in, feeling his eyebrows merge into his hair line. "Damn." This place looked swanky.

"Wow." Sam stood in the doorway and looked around the room, the carpets where in, the walls soft with new colour, the window frames looked stylish, the lighting was just right, making the apartment look inviting. As if it was already a warm place to be, and not a new apartment that looked empty, and he didn't even have his furniture in it yet.

"Sam, that you?" Fred came down the stairs, hearing voices and smiled warmly at the sight of the new tenant. "What do you think?"

"Great, it's great." Sam nodded his head, moving into the kitchen looking the way the carpet and the kitchen floor looked blended together, rather than clashing where the flooring changed. He ran his hand along the counter tops, feeling like he was a kid who had his Christmas and birthday presents all at once.

"It's goddamn beautiful." Forget great, Dean was feeling a little jealous, his place didn't look this swanky. "You really went above and beyond." He walked around the apartment's lower level, making his way to the bathroom and opened the door, whistling at the sight of the bathroom. "Oh, Sam, you got to check this out."

Sam closed his fridge, moving quickly towards his brother, looking over his head to see the bathroom and groaned, the sight of his bath made him almost want to cry.

It was so big, and beautiful.

Long enough for him to lay back with his legs fully extended, while being submerged in water.

Dean patted his brother's arm, he got it. Sam's BFG status wasn't a hindrance per say, but it could make things that seemed spacious to normal people, tighter and smaller for him. "I so want to try that out."

"Nope." Sam wasn't sharing his bathroom, it was his, all his.

"Come on, I let you use my bathrooms when you stay at mine." Dean shot his brother a look, he could easily get in there and hell he would have room to maybe fit an inflatable in there as well. "Hell, Dylan could use that as a swimming pool."

Sam started laughing at the thought because it was so much bigger than Dean's place, being custom made of course, it would be. It had cost a pretty penny, but damn it was well worth it, Sam knew what he was going to do on his first night here.

He was going to take a hot bath.

Fred laughed as well and crossed his arms. "I did think it would be quite large for a baby, but if he's not that big, he should still fit in the kitchen sink." That's how him and his wife used to do it, before they started getting too big, his kids had fun in the sink, playing with the running water.

"Yeah, but I will show him the bath anyway. He could have a party in there." He knew his nephew liked playing with his toys, and in that bath, he could have a boat that sailed towards him. Sam made a mental note to get one. "Plus I could sit on the side, while bathing him."

"Too true." Dean mostly leant over his bath, when bathing Dylan. "I want to see what his room looks like." He pulled back from the bathroom and followed Fred up the stairs, listening as the man spoke and surveyed each room. They talked about the rooms before walking back down towards the kitchen, where Fred pulled the keys to the place out of his breast pocket and held them towards Sam.

"These are yours now." Fred grinned as he handed the keys over when Sam held his hand out, emotions showing on his face. "Congratulations Sam."

Sam clasped his hands closed over his keys, feeling the two of them press into his skin. "Thank you so much." He held his other hand out and shook Fred, when he took it. "I really mean that; this place is perfect."

"Glad you like it." Fred always took pride in his work, but he really liked seeing the new tenant's reactions if he could. "Enjoy it, and treat it well."

"Oh I will." Sam looked at the keys in his hand, feeling giddy at the thought of getting a key ring of it, and even getting it copied, so Bobby, Dean and Cas, had keys to his place.

Dean held his hand out, shaking Fred's while clapping his shoulder. "Stunning place, I'm a little jealous."

Fred laughed, pleased and started to gather his coat. "Good. Gentlemen, I'll leave you to it. If you ever need me, you have my card."

Sam said bye at the same time as Dean and when the door shut, he thumped his brother in the shoulder, while hold his keys tight and waving them at Dean. "I got my own place."

Dean pulled his brother into a hug, excited for him. "This place looks so good, when you get your furniture in. This will be the new place to hang out." He couldn't wait to see this place, once everything was moved in.

"I know." Sam took another look around the place. "I think I want to start tomorrow. You working?"

"Nope, my Saturday off." Dean was ready. "Come on let's go tell Bobby and Cas, then hit hard in the morning."

Sam nodded as he made his way towards his front, his, and stepped outside of it, pulling it closed, before checking it was locked. Fred had made sure the door locked and the key worked earlier for him and Dean, and that his key was the only copy.

Just think, within the next twenty-four hours, he would be sleeping at his own place.

-.-.-

Dean rubbed his hands together, feeling the slightest nip in the morning air as he walked towards Bobby's door ready to get Sam, so they could get to the apartment and started moving Sam into it. Just as he reached the porch, the door opened and Sam was holding boxes.

"Ready." Sam cocked his head to the boxes sat beside him at the door, he and Bobby had packed up the last of his stuff and moved all the boxes towards the door. So in the morning it would be a quicker method of getting them into the car.

"As if I couldn't tell." He stepped passed his brother as Sam moved out the door and grabbed a box, nodding his head in greeting to Bobby. "Hey Cas will be ready for about eight, eight thirty."

"You better have done actual work by the time we get there." Bobby carried a box out the door behind Dean, most of them would fit in the trunk, as Sam didn't have a lot of stuff for his own place. This was mostly personal items, clothes, books, and electronics, with a few stuff from storage, so loading the boxes wouldn't take long.

"We will." Sam was raring to go, he hardly slept last night, just kept looking at the clock. "Most of the furniture will arrive about seven, so we can start knocking stuff together."

Dean pushed another box into his trunk. "That's the last one." He pulled back as Sam pressed the top down on his trunk, and turned to look at Sam's car. "Are you bring that now?"

"I get two parking spots, one for visitors." Sam had thought about this last night. "Bobby's bring Cas, so I will get my car later." The delivery men wouldn't be staying long, so he wasn't concerned about them taking up space, but Fred had said others would be moving in as well, so it was a two car parking limit, so there would be no disputes or trouble.

"Fine by me, get in." Dean moved towards the driver's side, pulling his door open and slid inside, happy his little brother was finally getting his own place. Obviously it wouldn't truly compare to his and Cas's home, however it would still be a good place to hang out at.

Sam lifted his chin at Bobby, before sliding into the car next to Dean, rubbing his hands together as they started to pull away. "I'm thinking we should start with the living room." That way everybody would be able to sit down, when they needed a break.

"No, bedroom." Dean had thought this through, "So at the end of the day, when you've done all you can, you can crash, without any hassle." Do the bedroom first, since that was the main room that would be used for the first night, Sam could crash on his couch, but there were no guarantees when it would come, but the bed was being delivered in the main bulk at seven.

"Suppose." Resting his arm against the door as the car slowed at the lights, he looked towards his brother about to tell him it sounded like a good idea to do the bedroom first, when he noticed a big van next to Dean's window.

It was advertising a church, a man holding a bible with a white collar around his neck, with one hand up in a wave and a big smile on his face, inviting you to come join the fun.

Dean frowned wondering what the hell Sam was staring at him for, when he noticed his brother point to the vehicle next to him. He looked and noticed the sign, felling his brows drawn down. "Do you like near a church or something?" First the man with the cross on his back and the prop group, that Dean nearly hit and now advertising for a church community, it was annoying.

"No, I don't think so." Sam frowned having no idea why they kept seeing those things, the church and things associated to it, when they drove this way. "The nearest church is the one in town, between yours and Bobby's." He hadn't heard of another one opening, there was only a few churches around this place, but they'd already been established for years, decades even.

"Asshat." Dean glared at the picture of the man, inviting them to join the fun, yeah right join the fun. He pulled away when the lights turned green and carried on driving towards Sam place.

Sam quirked a brow at his brother's reaction and returned his eyes to the road, wondering why they were seeing similar signs in quick succession, in his old life he would have taken that to maybe mean something, if they were on a certain case. However, he just found it a strange coincidence, that two times he'd seeing signs for a church, while being with Dean.

-.-.-

Where did Grandpa Bobby go?

Where are they going?

Dylan looked over his Papa's shoulder as they entered a hallway, he had seen big trucks and men with boxes, he liked boxes, he could play in them.

Turning to look at his Papa's face, he flicked his eyes forward seeing someone coming out of a place.

He frowned, he didn't know who that was.

Shrugging his shoulders, he looked at his Papa, opening his mouth, about to ask what they were doing, when he saw Uncle Sammy step outside the place. "Un, Un." He thrust his hand forward, pointing at Uncle Sammy and waved.

"Yes Un-cle." One day soon, Dylan would finish his word, he always stopped at Un, but soon cle would follow, Castiel was prepared and waiting for it. "He has his own place now, and we're helping him move in." He nodded his head, before smiling at Sam, who tossed a flat box onto the pile, in the hallway. "Good morning, I see most of the furniture's arrived, Bobby's helping some men bring something up."

"Yeah, the guys where close to this place, so I was the first drop off of the day." Sam ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face and held his arms out towards Dylan. "Hey little man, you excited to see my new place." He took his nephew when little arms reached for him, and walked into his apartment, watching Dylan's face.

"Ooo." He remembered this place, he and Grandpa Bobby sat down here, while his Papa, Dada and Uncle Sam ran around. Dylan looked about the place, it looked different and the couch was gone. He looked at the floor, seeing the floor and pointed towards it, that was new too.

"Yeah. I got some in your new room." Sam moved through his living room area, even though it was open floor on the bottom, most if it would be the living area, where everyone could hang out. He made a beeline for his bathroom. "Look, I got something you might like." He opened the bathroom and stepped inside, not having to duck his head, and pointed at his bath. "Look Dylan."

Dylan froze it looked like bath time…. Only bigger.

Sam watched little blue eyes go wide, before they looked at him. "Yeah. You could have a bath in that, and I'll get you a boat, that sails." He nodded his head, when hands clapped, happy his nephew was excited, logically Dylan probably had no idea what he was saying. Only when bath time came around would he truly understand but Sam was happy to show him. "I got a room for you too."

He moved towards the stairs and started up them, walking straight along the upper landing to the spare room, Dylan would sleep in, when he stayed over. "Pretty cool right." Sam swept his hand around the room, it was a nice green. "Hopefully you'll like sleeping here, like you do at Grandpa Bobby's."

Dylan clapped his hands, he liked the colour, it was a nice colour, different from his room at home. He turned to hug his Uncle's face, squeezing tight, this place seemed so nice. He pointed at something back in the hallway, when they started to exit the room.

What was that room?

Sam opened the door to the upstairs toilet, "In case we need it in the middle of the night, plus I don't have to walk down stairs." He could have had his bathroom attached to his bedroom, but it would have compromised the space of the second bedroom, so he just left it downstairs.

Dylan frowned, there was no bath time in here.

"I'll show you my room." He shifted Dylan in his arms and pushed his door open with his foot, to reveal Dean on the floor, fixing part of his bed together. "Tadaa, my room."

Dylan bobbed when he saw his Dada, waving at him before looking at Uncle Sammy, wondering what they were doing.

"Hey little man." Dean turned the screw, fixing the two piece of the frame together. Since it arrived this morning, he eased back from the wooden bedframe and glanced at it. "I'm done."

Sam looked at the mattress, stood against the wall. "Let's get it on."

Dean gripped the edge closest to him and lifted it onto the bed frame, letting it rest on the slats. Having removed the packaging when they brought it in the apartment. He stepped back, grin on his face, pleased that it had all come together.

Sam moved to sit on the edge, giving it a bounce test, enjoying the way Dylan laughed before moving to drop his nephew in the middle of the bed. "What you think Dylan?"

Dean rested his hands on the footboard. "It good enough?"

Bobby appeared in the doorway, seeing the bed in all its glory. He'd just brought up, part of the dining table set, leaving the chairs to the removal men, wanting to see how much had been done since Dean and Sam's starts this morning at six thirty.

Admittedly it wasn't looking like much, as much still had to be built, however it was all here, except for the couch. Moving to sit on the right side of the bed, opposite Sam, he tested the mattress. "Feels good enough to me." The bidding thing was bigger than most beds, given Sam's height, it was a custom job. This mattress should feel like sleeping on a cloud, if that was your thing, Bobby like a good bed, not too hard and not too soft either.

He didn't want to feel like he had to fight his way off the bed, every morning, or that he was lost at sea, floating on a raft at night.

Dylan tapped the bed with his hands, and leant forward to crawl a bit, before laying down on it, head facing his Uncle Sammy and smiled, hand patting the thing. It felt good to him, like the carpets at home did.

Dean grinned and leant forward, dropping onto the bed, beside his son, making him bounce slightly and enjoyed the laugh. "It's passed the test then."

Dylan looked at his Dada and moved towards him, wanting a hug and kiss, he hadn't been there this morning when he woke up. He climbed on his chest and pressed a kiss to his face.

He wrapped his arms around his son, pretending to squeeze him tight. "Oh I missed you too."

Castiel heard the laughing from the stairs, he had expected one of them to be playing with Dylan, yet all of them where laying on the bed, he shook his head, holding the duvet under his arm, still wrapped in the ball. He had read the instructions on the back of the packaging that said unwrap it and lay it out on the bed, so it could puff up, he already removed the packaging down stairs and intended to lay it out.

However, they were all on the bed. "Here, I thought you were doing work."

Dean lifted Dylan above him. "We were, we made the bed, as you can tell." He made as if he suddenly dropped Dylan, by relaxing his arms and bring them down towards him fast.

Dylan squealed, he liked when they played this game, he got a funny feeling in his tummy.

Castiel sighed, as if put out by their lazy behaviour and moved towards the bed, unrolling the cover and laid the bottom half over Dean's legs, before fling the top half over the rest of the mattress. Covering his husband and son, listening to Dylan's nose of surprise.

Dean widened his eyes, as Dylan looked at him and moved to sit up, pushing the duvet back. "Say Papa, I was playing."

Dylan looked towards the bottom of the bed, seeing his Papa and started talking.

Castiel smiled at his son, and held his hands out. "You want to play with Papa, down stairs." That way Dean could get back to helping Sam unpack and move in.

Dylan made a noise and held his hands out towards his Papa, wanting to play with him too.

Dean sighed as he handed his son over. "Back to work." They'd been here since six thirty this morning.

Sam got off the bed and moved the duvet to lay right, before exiting the room. "The sooner we get it done, the sooner we eat."

"Amen to that." Bobby was looking forward to this home cooked meal, and getting Sam settled into his new place. "Let's get this done."

-.-.-

Castiel held them when they needed it, but he mostly stuck to the quicker jobs, like washing the new kitchen ware, and putting them away. Dylan kept him on his toes, so it was easier to do these jobs, when the others were moving heavy furniture in or building things.

Slowly but surely the place started to come together, he managed to get the bathroom sorted. Putting all the freshly washed, clean towels in the cabinet, putting the toiletries away. Once that was done he moved towards the living room, the furniture was there, he unpacked the TV and started to put it on the stand, hooking up the wires as best he could.

He liked to think he did a pretty good job, considering when he moved into his and Dean's place, he was a little oblivious to how things went when moving. Or the amount of work that went into unpacking everything and getting it sorted.

Dylan sat on the floor playing with bubble wrap, he sat on it again, hearing a popping and make an amused sound. He looked up when Uncle Sammy and Dada, came over and dropped on the floor next to him, they looked tired, he paused in his play and grabbed his bottle off the floor and held it towards his Dada. "Ah."

Dean saw the bottle and he did want a drink, but Dylan's Sippy cup wasn't going to cut it. "Thanks little man, but you have it."

Dylan held his cup towards Uncle Sammy laid on the other side of him and saw him shake his head, he shrugged his shoulders and took a drink. It was hard work popping these bubbles with his bum.

Castiel grinned, and held out bottle towards his husband and brother in law. "Here, there's food on the way." A local deli that delivered, sandwiches, then tonight Sam would cook his meal for the family. "Do you have everything you need for tonight's meal?"

"Almost, don't have dessert however I can do that later, after everything's done for the most part." Sam could get a pie from that diner they loved. "Dean was planning to get the dogs later, so I can go with him."

A knock sounded through the apartment and Castiel answered the door, seeing a man stood holding a clipboard.

"I have a couch for Sam Winchester?" The man held the board forward, needing a signature.

Castiel took the board and signed away, hearing groans behind him.

"Yes, finally." Dean rolled to his side and eventually climbed to his feet, they'd been waiting almost all day on the couch and it had finally arrived.

Sam stretched his arms, ready to lift the heavy thing up the flights of stairs, since it wouldn't fit in the elevator.

Dylan placed his cup down and started for the door, wanting to follow everyone else.

"Hold up." Dean leaned down to scoop his son up, shaking his at Dylan. "Maybe in a few years when you're bigger." He pressed a kiss to his son's cheek before handing him towards Bobby. "Hear old man, hold the baby."

Bobby took his Grandson, shooting the oldest Winchester a look. "Old man, my arse." When Dean got back, Bobby was going to drop him on his ass, just to show him, he still had it.

Dylan looked at his Grandpa, then to the door, seeing his Papa and Dada leaving, with Uncle Sammy. Where they getting more stuff?

"Yeah, there getting a couch, that we can sit on and relax." Bobby nodded towards the doorway, when Dylan pointed at boxes near it. "We'll let them do the heavy lifting."

Dylan smiled at his Grandpa and pointed towards his drink.

Looking to the area they'd been sat in, Bobby moved to grab Dylan's sippie cup and gave him it, before grabbing his own drink, hearing raised voices coming from the stairwell. He sighed, shaking his head and walked to the doorway, looking towards the stairwell, hearing groaning and commands being shouted.

They sounded loud, Dylan tilted his head, they must be hard at work. He looked at his Grandpa and lifted his drink up, moving it towards his Grandpa's.

Amusement made him laugh, when Dylan clanked their drinks together before taking a sip of his own, then Dylan made a noise as if sighing, like he needed the refreshment. Bobby took a sip of his own drink, following Dylan's lead of hard work, that was an example he could get behind.

Dylan took another sip of his drink, finding this hard work made him thirsty and hungry.

-.-.-

Sam put a plate down in front of Dylan and took his seat at the table, feeling proud of himself. He'd moved into his own place and he'd pretty much got everything set up and put away, and he'd just cooked his very first meal. "I would say, Enjoy." But it seemed as if someone already started.

Dean already had a mouth full of pasta and paused, sound mumbling thank you and carried on eating.

Castiel twirled his fork in the pasta, ignoring his husband's reactions to a home cooked meal and started eating, finding he did enjoy the taste of the meal. Maybe with that personal teacher he spoke too, he could cook like this too one day soon.

Dean frowned at the smile on Castiel's face, it was…knowing. "What you smiling at?"

"The food tastes very good." Castiel continued eating, giving Dean a look, like he didn't know what his husband was implying.

He narrowed his eyes on Castiel, knowing he was hiding something, for now he would let this go, but he was watching.

Bobby chewing his food, and moved his foot under the table to 'tap' Dean with his boot. He wasn't going to have the younger man, spoil Castiel's plans. God knows if it was left to Dean, they would eat out for the rest of his live, he knew Dean could cook but very rarely did the man do it, so if Castiel was taking steps to learn, then Bobby would help him.

Dean shot Bobby a look, shifting his gaze from Bobby to Cas and back again, they were up to something.

Sam glanced at Dylan, who shrugged his shoulders before grabbing gooey pasta with his hand and lifting it towards his mouth. He returned his eyes to people around the table, finding contentment starting to settle in, alongside the pride.

"I saw a flyer for a church fundraiser, I thought we could all go." Castiel hadn't really been to the church that was local to his area, but the flyer came through and it sounded like a fun day out. "We could all go, they have a little petting section of small animals, with some game and activities."

"Yeah, I'll go." Sam twirled pasta around his fork before pausing, remembering that was the leaflet he brought it, when he thought Dean was talking to the Angels about visiting, Dylan on a night.

"Hmm, you know the strangest thing is, we keep seeing things to do with a church." Sam hummed as he looked at Castiel to start with. "A man carrying a cross on his back for a theatre group that Dean almost hit. Then a van advertising a local church services, inviting you to come join the fun." He looked at his brother as he spoke the last half of his sentence. "Didn't we?"

Dean lifted his drink, taking a sip, yet felt his eyes go wide at what Sam said, he froze…. was this his sign, where the Angels trying to talk to him? Was God giving him a sign?

Bobby missed Dean's reaction as he replied to Sam, getting another mouthful of pasta. "They do it every year as a big advertisement. Get you to the local Sunday fairs and try to twist your arm into joining the church."

His shoulders dropped and he relaxed at Bobby's words, for a moment he thought this might be the signs he was asking for, when Dylan made a noise, Dean looked at his son…what if it was a sign?

Dylan clapped his hands, he'd finished his meal and it was nice.

Sam scooped up more pasta. "You enjoy it?" When Dylan nodded, he spoke around his food. "Good, you still have room for dessert?"

Dylan made an o shape with his mouth and put a hand on his stomach, he liked sweetness.

Bobby laughed, "Another Winchester trait."

Castiel placed his fork down, having enjoyed his meal. "You always have room for dessert, just like your Dada." He glanced at his husband seeing Dean, looking at their son, but his expression was as if he was thinking on something else. "Dean?"

"What?" He snapped his eyes to Castiel, seeing people looking at him. "Yeah room for more." Dean scooped up another forkful of food, seeing everyone else finished and carried on eating, wondering what the signs meant, if they were indeed signs.

-.-.-

Sam stood beside his door and hugged his nephew goodbye. "Thanks for helping." He pressed a kiss to Dylan's cheek.

Dylan pressed a kiss to his Uncle's cheek and hugged his face hard, glad he helped.

Castiel held his hands out to take Dylan when he was done saying goodbye and leant into Sam, when his brother in law hugged him with one hand. "Bye Sam and congratulations."

"Thanks." He pulled back, seeing his brother finished pulling his jacket on, and the dogs on their leads. "Both of you, for helping. I'll see you tomorrow." He gave Dean a hug and clapped him on the back.

"Enjoy your first night in your new place." Dean clapped his brother back, having already said what he needed to, at Bobby's when they were packing. "We'll be over next week, and you can cook again."

"Fine by me." Sam watched them leave and turned back towards Bobby, seeing him sat on the couch. "You leaving yet?"

"No, I got time for another beer." Bobby didn't need to rush off, just yet. He had something he wanted to give the younger man, nothing special or fancy but something he wanted to give the younger man.

Sam grabbed one from the fridge and moved to sit next to Bobby on the couch, holding one towards him. "You gunna be ok, alone in your house?" He meant it as a joke, he knew Bobby would be fine.

"I'll be perfectly fine, thank you." He shifted over the side of the couch and lifted the round packaging off the floor and held it towards Sam. "A gift for you."

Pausing at the sight of the present, Sam shook his head. "You know you didn't have too."

Bobby moved the gift closer. "Nothing fancy, just something simple." A bottle of whiskey and two whiskey glasses. "For the special occasions, you can take a drink to celebrate."

Sam opened the top of the gift packaging, seeing the brand of whiskey inside, expensive, he whistled, lifting his eyes from the bottle towards Bobby. "Shall we have a glass now?"

"No." Bobby was tempted to slap the Idjit on the back of his head. "I said special occasions, us sitting here isn't special." They'd already celebrated at his house, he had cooked a meal, and numerous times he had said he was proud, and he had no more proud to give unless it was warranted. Like Sam getting a girlfriend, a marriage, another baby, Dylan speaking, and walking.

He shrugged one shoulder, pulling the bottle out, along with the Whiskey glasses, letting the packaging rest beside him on the couch. Sam knew the feeling of being in his new place would last for a week, maybe a few at most, but tonight was different. "I think us sharing a glass is the right thing." Like a father and son moment, he had left the family home and he was making his own way in life, now.

Suddenly Sam felt mature in a way, he didn't think he would get the chance too.

In his hunting life, he had grown up way too fast, he had to, to survive. Yet when that all went away, Bobby had let him move back in, as he watched his brother's life unfold. Never pushing him to get it together or go figure things out, he allowed Sam the space and the time to figure things out for himself, while always supporting him in whatever he chose to do.

Sam wasn't sure where he would be without Bobby in his life, and to have this moment sat in his new place together, just the two of them seemed special to him. "Not every day you get to celebrate, with your dad and a glass of whiskey."

Bobby coughed at the words, and held his hand out. "Give me the glasses." Only his Idjits, would think this was a special moment, and he wasn't complaining, not in the slightest.

Sam handed him the glasses and opened the bottle, smiling as he poured it and when Bobby held the glass, towards him, he put the bottle on the coffee table and took the glass. "Thanks Bobby."

Bobby tapped their glasses together before sipping the whiskey, enjoying the sensation of it going down, one corner of his lips curving up. "You're welcome boy."

-.-.-

Dean pushed the stroller, with Dylan inside, towards the Church fundraiser fair. Seeing a few people milling about. "Maybe we came too early?" They had left home at quarter to nine, and it was about twenty past nine now.

"The leaflet says it started at nine, and it's a Sunday." Most people would come down a little later, Castiel didn't mind the early start as it meant many people wouldn't be crowding the small petting section. He paused as Boomerang and Biscuit sniffed at some plant before carrying on walking, seeing Sam and Bobby sat on a bench. "Hello."

Sam smiled, seeing his nephew coming towards them, in his new stroller, since he was over thirteen months now, he could sit up in a stroller and look at the world around him. "Hey Dylan."

Dylan patted at his bar thing and kicked his feet. "Un, Un."

Bobby reached out, when the stroller came closer and unclipped his grandson. "Yeah Grandpa." Dylan's first word was not going to be Uncle, he wanted it to be Grandpa.

Sam smirked, "Un, Un, missed you." He held his hands out, knowing he would be the first word Dylan ever said, he wanted it so badly.

Dean shook his head. "Dada." He would be the first word and the only competition he had to worry about was Castiel because it was either going to be Papa or Dada.

Sam climbed to his feet when Dylan was settled in his arms. "So where you want to start the stalls or the petting section first?"

"Petting." Dean straightened his frame and turned towards the petting section, wanting to do this while it wasn't busy and hopefully the animals where still calm.

Castiel followed behind with Boomerang and Biscuit, wanting to take photos, he had brought his camera along.

Bobby held his hand out, for the dogs leads, seeing Castiel's camera bag.

Handing over the leads, he smiled in thanks before lifting his camera towards himself, as he powered it up and put it on the settings he wanted, aiming it towards the little section area that Dean and Sam had climbed into with Dylan.

Dean bent down, holding Dylan in front of him, with a hand and forearm securing his son's little body to his, and reached out with one hand to stroke a baby goat. "Oohh." Personally it was just a goat however to Dylan this was some unknown creature and when little hands reached out to stroke, he made encouraging sounds.

What was it, it didn't look like his friends, it looked different and when his Dada touched it, he oohhhed, did it feel different from his friends. Dylan reached out and touched the strange looking…friend, before pulling his hand back at the feel.

Sam gently petted the thing, before holding his hand out to feed it, wanting it to stay still for a moment so Dylan could stroke it. "Does that feel nice?"

Dean saw little blue eyes turned towards him, face scrunched up in pleasure. "Yeah, isn't the goat nice."

Dylan reached his hand back out, patting at its back, before it moved away. He started laughing, before holding his hand out, curling his fingers in wanting it to come back.

Castiel lowered the camera, looking at the picture he just took, seeing it was perfect and returned his eyes to Dylan, who looked like he was about to cry the goat moved away.

"Hey, hey look." Sam bent down to rest on the balls of his feet, holding a lovely brown rabbit in his arms, the lady carefully passed him.

Dean shifted to point at it, "A rabbit."

Dylan paused looking at the friend in Uncle Sammy's arms, it looked different again, he held his hand leaning forward wanting to touch. Yet when Uncle Sammy's fingers wrapped around his saying gentle, he stroked slowly.

Dean heard the imitated noise, he made when stroking the goat coming from Dylan and grinned in amusement before reaching out, to stroke the rabbit as well. "Soft."

Dylan drew his hands back to clap before reaching forward again, wanting to feel more of the nice feeling friend.

Sam held the rabbit, stroking it as well, enjoying himself more than he thought he would, lifting his eyes from the rabbit, he flicked them to the right intending to find the lady and see what animal he could hold next, when he saw someone else.

Eileen, with Mildred again.

Eileen waved at him, a soft smile on her face, as Mildred smirked knowingly.

He moved the hand stroking the rabbit, up into the air and waved back, smiling.

Dean wondered who the hell Sam was smiling at, he turned his head and saw a blonde woman looking at Sam, she was older. Like closer to Bobby's age than Sam, yet here his brother was waving at her with a smile, maybe she was a professor on his course, but Dean couldn't understand why Sam would be smiling like that at her.

Did he fancy his teacher? Was he into older ladies?

He looked back at his brother, a frown on his brow, not sure if he should say something.

Sam returned his eyes to the rabbit, stroking it, before glancing up. "Another animal?"

"Yeah." Dean lifted his eyes to Cas, wondering if he saw the woman as well, but his husband was looking at the camera.

He glanced back towards the woman, who had moved onto another stall, wondering who the hell she was.

-.-.-

Castiel shifted Dylan to his left hip and looked at the stall seeing handmade items, they had brought a few stuff, played on a raffle, won some little shampoos and scented soaps. They had food, Dylan was currently eating a chip Dean had given him. He turned from the stall, planning to wonder to the next when the church bells started ringing, he turned towards the church seeing the doors opening, expecting to see a wedding party.

Yet it was a family, a woman, in a cream outfit, holding a new born in a christening dress, while her husband and child followed. They stopped to pose on the grass, with the Priest for photos.

Dean moved towards the trash can, dropping his empty carton into it, watching the family as they had their photos taken. He didn't realise there was a christening going on, he thought the fundraiser fair was the only thing happening at the church today.

The Priest waved them off after the photos where finished, before moving towards the stalls, still in his full robes and it was then that Dean realised it was Father Mathew.

Castiel watched the woman, fuss over her baby, that couldn't have been older than four months and already christened in God's name.

Father Mathew smiled in greeting and held his hand forward. "Mr Winchester."

Dean shook the man's hand and smiled, as best he could. "How's the car these days?"

"Honestly at times it's works fine and others, she just won't start still." Father Mathew shook his head, having no idea why his car still had problem.

He wanted to grit his teeth, that damn car was giving him a complex. He knew how to fix it, even Stan had a go at it, and still the damn thing broke. Dean wasn't being big head, he was a damn good mechanic, so that car should have no problems.

None at all.

"I can look at it again." Dean was going to rip the engine out and give it a new one, if he had to.

Father Mathew nodded his head, "Let's think about that another day, it's lovely weather today and I intend to enjoy it. It was supposed to rain, like a storm according to the weather forecast and when I woke up this morning, I could see the grey clouds, but now the sun is shining."

Dean quirked a brow, not following the Father's conversation jump, but hey he could enjoy good weather. "Yes it has been, we've enjoyed ourselves, my son the most with the animals."

"Ah good, doesn't hurt to come out for a good cause and have a good time as well." Father Mathew was happy, the small petting section had been Sarah's idea and it was proving a success. "Thank you for coming down and supporting us." Father Mathew held his hand out again.

Dean shook the man's hand again, nodding.

Father Mathew drew his hand back and dipped his head. "I make my rounds, then. Good day."

Dean just nodded again, as the Father walked off, still feeling the sting in his pride that the car had issues.

Sam approached his brother in law, rested his hand on his shoulder. "We're done, what about you guys?"

"Yeah we're finished. You shooting off, or come back to ours?" Dean had walked here, but they could just drive to his, and get there before him.

"Can do." Bobby had nothing to do. "You walking back, or want a lift?"

"We'll walk." Castiel glanced at the dogs, they had enjoyed themselves immensely, lots of people had been coming up to stroke them as well, and the weather was nice. Warm enough for no jacket, without being too hot and there were no winds.

Dean resumed control of the stroller, but held the bags towards Sam and Bobby. "But you can take all this back." He glanced at Castiel, holding his hands out to Dylan. "You want to go in the stroller, or with me?"

Dylan held his hands out towards his Dada, wanting to be carried.

"You want me to take the stroller as well?" Sam could shove it in the trunk, it would fit. Dean and Cas's house was only a twentyish minute walk from here. Dylan seemed happy enough and his brother had no problem carrying Dylan.

"Yeah, but give me the baby bag." Just in case they needed to call in the shops on their way back and change Dylan's diaper. He angled his head, when Sam lifted the strap over it and adjusted it before adjusting his son to rest comfortable against his side. "See you at mine."

Castiel held his camera towards Bobby. "Thanks."

Bobby put the strap around his neck, not wanting to break it.

Dean glanced at his husband, who resumed control of the dogs leads and started walking, heading for home while enjoying the nice day, bar that damn car.

They stopped to get ice cream cones, Dean sharing his with Dylan, while Castiel enjoyed one to himself, but did give the dogs one of the treats he bought at the fair. Walking with a comfortable silence while eating ice cream.

-.-.-

A shop owner sat in the doorway of her wood work shop, finding the inside a bit too warm and smiled at the dogs and baby, as the couple passed, but turned her head to the right when her collection of wind charms suddenly started as they moved in a breeze, that came out of nowhere.

She sighed, expecting another one as the wood chimes still rang out yet it never came, frowning she looked back towards the couple, not understanding where the sudden breeze came from.

The baby was starting back in her directions, eyes bright as he looked at the wind chimes, smile on his face, before lowering his eyes to below the wind chimes.

Almost as if he was looking at some…one.

Does anyone else see the signs? Wanted to make it noticeable without being obvious.

Does anyone like the way I might take it with Sam and Eileen? I really loved her, and they killed her... :( ugh

Thanks for reading. Really thank you, I'm off to work on the next chapter.

C.I.G.21xxx