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The second time Sam stepped into the room, it took everything in Bobby not to assault him. Sam's steel-colored wings were folded against his back, and when he looked into Bobby's eyes, Bobby saw what Castiel had called the light of the Lord glowing in Sam's chocolate depths.

"Where's Castiel?" Bobby demanded, hands fisting at his sides. "Don't screw with me Sam, I know you know."

"Castiel is in heaven, getting better," Sam replied in a soft, musical voice. "But we can't talk about him now while Dean is being rushed to the hospital, can we?"

"What?" Anna asked.

"Dean attempted to committ suicide," Sam said, "and Gazardiel says it's not Dean's time to die. So do you mind going to the hospital and causing a diversion while I attempt to heal my brother?"

Bobby nodded and reached for the keys to his truck. "Sam, you're an angel."

"That I am," Sam said. "When Gazardiel took me into heaven, he gave me a choice between coming back a human and coming back an angel. He said God would grant me my decision with His divine will. I am here now, as I will always be. But if I don't save Dean, then it's going to be awfully hard to explain to Castiel why his beloved is dead."

The three of them left the house and drove to the hospital in silence. Sam took his wings down and pulled on one of Bobby's old shirts. As soon as they were parked, Sam was sprinting to the hospital door and demanding where Dean was. The receptionist gave him a sad sigh and touched his hand.

"Honey, Dean Winchester is in the Intensive Care Unit," she said. "The doctors aren't sure if he's gonna make it or not."

"I don't care," Sam said, opting for a lie. "Listen, my name is Sam Singer. Dean's my . . . my lover. I have to be able to sit down with him and pray with him one last time. Okay?"

She smiled. "Okay honey. He's in room three oh seven."

Sam was there in a flash, Bobby and Anna jogging to keep up with him. Dean was hooked up to several machines, and every spare inch of skin Sam saw was either bloody or bruised.

"I'm here, big brother," Sam whispered, taking Dean's hand. "An angel is here with you."

He stroked Dean's forehead and whispered softly, holding Dean's hand. Bit by bit, the bruises began to fade, the cuts heal, and the monitors and machines began to beep furiously. Several doctors rushed into the room and checked Dean's vitals, unhooking the machines and pushing them away. Then Dean was stirring and groaning, trying to sit up.

"Castiel," he gasped. "Sammy, where's Cas?"

"He's okay," Sam promised. "Let's get you out of here, and I'll explain."

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"Sammy, I want him back," Dean said, clutching onto Sam as soon as they stepped into Bobby's house.

"I know," Sam said, removing his shirt to take his wings out. "I'm on my way to get him back, if I am allowed to. He was very badly hurting. If he is healed, he is coming home."

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Dean was up most of the night, sitting in bed and crying his eyes out, waiting for Sammy to bring Castiel home. When the soft light began to radiate in the room, Dean was jumping off the bed.

Sam and Castiel were side by side, Sam's wings folded behind him. Dean noticed with confusion that Castiel's stomach was already protruding, as if eight months had already come and gone.

"What happened here?" Dean asked, filling his hands with Cas's tummy. The twins inside were kicking like crazy.

"The angels thought it would be better if we had these children quickly," Castiel replied. He smiled brilliantly. "Of course, Sam has to stay and help us deliver, because only an angel can do it."

"But you're an angel," Dean said in confusion.

Sam shook his head. "No, Dean. He's not."

"What?" Dean pulled Castiel against him. "What's he saying, Cas?"

"I requested my grace be removed so that I could be with you, Dean," Cas replied, wrapping his arms around Dean's neck. "All I want is you and the children inside of me."

"Our son, John," Dean said, smiling.

"Yes," Castiel said. "And Dean, I was thinking about Iris. That's a pretty name, but it's not . . . right. I think we should name her Mary."

Both Sam's and Dean's eyes filled with tears. Dean stroked Castiel's face. "Mary and John. It's perfect. But why?"

"Because you are the only life among the dead," Cas said. "I was alone Dean, and you came to me and made me warm."

"And I always will," Dean whispered, kissing Castiel gently. "Always. Now Sam, I have an important question to ask you."

"Yes?" Sam asked.

"Would you be willing to be the godfather of my children?"

Sam's tears spilled over his cheeks. "Of course."

Dean smiled and hugged Sam. "I love you, bro."

"I love you too, Dean," Sammy whispered.