Sam rested his head against the frame of the bed, rubbing sleepily at his eyes as Gadreel stirred, his large eyes round with fear as he looked over at Sam, only to smile as he realized who it was. Sam smiled back, raising his head from the bed and moving the boy's hair out of his face.

"Morning Gadreel. Thought I'd check in on you before Gabriel and I head to work." Sam said, sitting back and motioning towards Gabriel, who stood at the doorway. Gadreel looked between the two of them, nodding and slowly sitting up.

"Thank you Sam." The six year old replied, stretching a bit. Lucifer had took him to the hospital after he found him almost starving a week ago, and the boy was doing much better than he had before. He was lucky to be found when he did, because another day without medical attention and starvation would have killed him.

"I also came to ask that if wanted to live with us from now on? I know that Jake would really want you to, and that you need a place to stay." Sam offered, tipping his head. Gadreel looked back at them, his face unreadable as he slowly nodded.

"Yes, I want to live with you." Gadreel said, smiling softly. Sam grinned and took the small boy's hand, squeezing it. He stood, shuffling his hands into his pockets.

"That's great! We'll come check you out of the hospital after we get off work, okay?" Sam said, waiting until the boy nodded before bidding his farewell. Gabriel did the same, and Sam linked his arm under his husband's, leading him towards the first floor.

"We might as well open an orphanage at this rate." Gabriel mumbled, making Sam let out a light laugh. It was true. They had been adopting kids like no tomorrow.

"I think this will be the last kid for a while. The social services are starting to think we're crazy." Sam said, a smirk playing on his lips as he passed by the small group of nurses, two of them talking excitedly.

"....he had a dead man's ID! I thought it was a sick joke at first, but the blood work and everything checked out! Can you imagine it? A dead man walking!" One of the nurse said, her voice showing her excitement. Both Sam and Gabriel paused in their steps, Sam's eyebrows furrowing as he listened to the conversation.

None of the nurses seemed to notice them as they conversed. "No way! How can that be?!" One of the other nurses said, her eyes wide. The nurse telling waved her arms excitedly, obviously enjoying telling the story.

"He said that the mortician was killing and bringing him back to life to run experiments! That's a little too unnatural for my tastes though, so I got the doctor, but when I came back, he was gone!" The nurse, sounding almost exasperated about not being able to figure out exactly what had happened.

It was then that the nurses realized that Sam and Gabriel were standing there and let out nervous laughs before making excuses and leaving the group quickly. Sam watched them go before he felt Gabriel's hand clench on his arm slightly, getting his attention.

"Wonder what that was all about?" Gabriel mumbled as he started walking again, Sam following beside. The taller man shrugged, rubbing his fingers along Gabriel's arm comfortingly.

"Probably just a story."

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Castiel let out a cough, holding his sore ribs in one hand while backing away from the two men that moved ever closer. He didn't know how, but he managed to piss a couple of the other inmates off in just a week, and they were coming to make him regret it. But, he deserved whatever was being thrown at him for what he had done and screwed his eyes shut, waiting for the blow that would send pain through his body.

The squealing of the door caught all of their attentions, and Castiel couldn't thank the timing enough. "Novak, you have a visitor." He heard a guard say as the other inmates dropped him, trying to seem inconspicuous.

"Alright." Castiel replied,assuming it would be Dean as he shuffled out the room and waited for the guard to lock it back. After he was finished, he led the prisoner to the visiting room, which was a table surrounded by chain-link walls and more guards.

"You know the drill. Handcuffs on while in the visiting room." The guard said and Castiel held out his hands obediently, letting the cold metal snap on his wrists. Finally, the man opened the door and allowed Castiel to walk through.

The visitor was certainly not who he was expecting.

"Cas." He heard Mike's voice pierce his ears, staring at those amber eyes that seemed so full of life compared to the last time Castiel had seen them. It left Castiel unable to speak in the sudden shock, his eyes roaming over his kid's body, especially where the gun wound should have been.

He turned to the guard with a grim smile and tears began making their way down his face. "I bet you thought this was a sick joke didn't you?" Castiel said to the guard, his body quivering as he tried not to look at his dead son. "Sending a look-alike for my dead adopted kid must have been so funny for you and your buddies. Do you do this to all the prisoners or just me?"

The guard wasn't laughing though but rather looked confused. It only made Castiel angrier, the tears falling at a faster rate. "The hell you talking about Novak?" The guard replied, his eyes flitting up to look behind Castiel. The black-haired man heard footsteps behind him, and felt a warm hand touch his shoulder, shivering as he felt the touch.

"Castiel, please. It's really me." Mike said and Castiel turned to look at the slightly shorter boy, shaking his head and holding back a sob that was trying to get through as he tried to imagine the teen as anyone else but Mike. This wasn't the kid he had adopted. This was a sick twisted thing of his mind. He tried to get away from this nightmare, but he was trapped in this prison without Dean to help him through.

"You're dead. I watched you die in my arms. I was covered in your blood for six hours. There is no way that you can be alive right now." Castiel replied, unsure of why he was talking to the unknown person while he rubbed at his face the best he could with the handcuffs. The pain was coming back in his heart but it was multiplying and leaving him whimpering as he struggled to breath.

"I'm crazy." Castiel mumbled, his eyes shooting to Mike's and making his heart twist. "This is some sick dream and when I wake up, I'm going to cry and then I'm going to force myself to forget this ever happened. I don't want to feel this pain anymore."

"What the hell is going on?" The guard said, jerking Castiel from his pained mumbling. The Novak slowly looked at the guard, trying to keep the tears at bay as he shivers became uncontrollable.

"I should be asking the same question." Castiel hissed, backing away from Mike. He couldn't even look at the golden haired teen now. "Please, just take me back to my cell. I don't want to talk to him."

The guard furrowed his eyebrows together, looking between the tears of the prisoner and the desperation of the teen's. He had to listen to Castiel though and took his arm gently, leading him out of the room. "Please escort the visitor out." He told another guard before walking back to the cell.

Every step Castiel took felt like a thousand knives in his heart.

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Mike was beginning to get frustrated as the guard led him out of the prison, his hands clenched and his body tensed as he tried to keep a emotionless expression on his face. When he had learned that Castiel had been sent to prison, he had automatically went to him, to see the man he had grown so fond of so quickly. He was wrong to assume that Castiel would understand.

He didn't blame the man though. He had watched Mike die in his arms and if he loved Mike even half as much as he loved both him and Dean, then he could imagine the pain the Novak must have felt. Hell, Mike saw it on Castiel's face when they were in the visiting room.

Now, going to Dean seemed like the only option. He could have gone to Sam maybe, as the younger Winchester always seemed to listen carefully and try to figure everything out, but he had seen Sam and Gabriel at the hospital. He knew that Sam had too much on his plate at the time being.

So, now he was at the police headquarters, staring at the intimidating building with his lips pressed together. It was now or never, and he felt the unbearable nervousness in his chest as he had when he had reached the prison.

Slowly, he walked in, making his way to the front desk with scared steps. He shivered, rubbing his arms as the woman behind the desk looked at him, shuffling a few papers into a neater pile.

"Can I help you?" She asked, tipping her head in a polite manner. Mike nodded, taking a shuddering breath. He didn't want to screw this up.

"Can I speak to Dean Winchester please? It's important." The teen said, his nerves coming through as he fiddled with the bottom of his jacket sleeve. The woman smiled reassuringly, trying to abate his nerves as she nodded, picking up the phone and dialing a number.

After a moment, she began speaking. "Dean, you have someone hear wanting to talk to you. Are you busy or can I send him in?" The woman asked, listening intently to the phone. Mike couldn't hear the voice on the other line, but he assumed that whatever Dean said, it was okay because she nodded before setting down the phone and standing up.

"Right this way." She said, opening the gate that led to the different desks of the police. Mike nodded, stepping inside and waiting until she closed the gate back before following her towards the back of the floor, motioning to one of the desks where Dean was looking down, writing on a piece of paper.

Mike thanked her softly and slowly approached the desk, swallowing the bile that rose in his throat. He was unbearable nervous, and prepared himself for the same rejection that Castiel had done.

"H-hey Dean." Mike said softly, catching the attention of his other adopted father. Dean looked up, whatever he was going to say dying on his lips as he stared at Mike, his eyes going wide and his body tensing.

"I'm dreaming." Dean said, as if that would be the only logical explanation for this. He seemed to be handling it better than Castiel was though, and that gave Mike hope. "I have to be, because you're dead."

Mike shook his head, taking a seat in the chair across from the desk. He cleared his throat nervously, tugging on the clothes he had stolen and looking at the ground. "No, this is real Dean. I'm alive." Mike mumbled, looking up at his adopted father with wary eyes.

Dean sat back in his seat, his eyebrows furrowed. "How? I got there and you were dead. Castiel was begging for you to come back. You can't tell me that that was all just something we conjured up in our heads and that you were alive the entire time." Dean replied, his eerily calm demeanor making Mike shiver. He wasn't like Castiel. He couldn't know what Dean was thinking.

"No, I was dead. Something....brought me back." Mike mumbled, trying to make sense of it all himself. "The mortician, he would bring me back to life only to kill me again. I don't know how he did it, but I wasn't the only one. I escaped though, and now I'm here."

Dean listened, one eyebrow arched. After a moment, he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "You expect me to believe that? Even if you were Mike, which you can't possibly be, that crap story couldn't possibly be true. Get out of here before I arrest you for stolen identity."

Mike felt his heart tear, knowing that neither of his father's believed him. He was going to be alone, and that made his stomach twist and tears begin to spill. He had to do something, anything that could make Dean see the truth.

"Lucifer used to beat Castiel because he was sexually abused." Mike spat out, his heart hammering as Dean froze and slowly looked at him with wide eyes. The teen shuffled in his seat, unnerved by the stare and almost wishing he hadn't said anything.

"No one knows about that." Dean said, his eyes narrowing distrustfully. Mike knew that that wouldn't be enough, but there was a spark of hope that flared in his mind.

"You told me at the cookout we had with Sam, Lucifer, and Gabriel." Mike said, speaking slightly faster than he normally would. He had to get Dean to see. "When I first got there, Carrie and Jake showed me their favorite TV show, Octonauts. Jake said his favorite was the medical penguin, Pesso. Gabriel has an obsession to candy, and Sam's nickname is moose. You got Castiel detention on the first day you met after ten years of being apart. You-"

"Stop." Dean said, cutting Mike off. The teen took a deep shuddering breath, his hope beginning to sink as he saw the anger in the Winchester's eyes. "If you really are Mike, answer this. What was that secret I told you when you were upset because that kid made fun of you for having two dads?"

"You told me not to be embarrassed because you were more embarrassed when Castiel walked in on you wearing a pair of pink, silky panties." Mike said, a small smirk crossing his face when he remembered that story. It had made him laugh so hard that he forgot all about the people trying to make him feel bad. It also proved just how amazing his adopted family actually was.

Dean stood, walking around the desk and pulling Mike into a hug, tears falling down his face. Mike hugged him back, sagging in relief as he realized he had done it. He had gotten through to Dean.

A hug had never felt so good before in his life.

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Hehehe....plot twists everywhere XD I bet you did not see that one coming. If you want to thank anybody for this chapter, thank Nerd_Overlord for picking out that horror movie that gave me the idea.