It's been a few years since the Winchesters left the hunting life. Since Dean and Cas got married and decided to live that apple pie life that Dean had wanted for so long. 

They're not completely out of the life of the supernatural, of course. They can't be. The Impala's trunk is still stashed full of weapons, as is the locked basement of Dean and Cas's house. There are devil's traps under the Welcome mats of their homes, salt circles around their properties, just in case. 

Sam's a lawyer now, and half of his cases are hunters that are being accused of murder. He always finds a way to get them out of jail, one way or another. 

Dean's a mechanic, carrying on all the lessons Bobby taught him about fixing cars. Cas works at the Gas n Sip in town. He always liked the job.

But now the Winchester's lives are about to change once again.

Cas and Dean debated for years about growing their family. It was so easy to get pulled back into the hunting life, and they didn't want to raise another innocent kid in that kind of life. But eventually they worked up the nerve, and decided to introduce a new Winchester to the world.

But there were so many options. Cas ruled out adoption, insisting that the Winchester line needed to be continued, and they both knew that Sam wouldn't have any children. He'd be lucky if he could keep a girlfriend alive for a year.

So they settled on a surrogate mother. A woman who would have a baby for them. Biologically, it would be Dean's child, because Cas didn't want to complicate matters any further with a Nephilim. 

And the system had worked, and now it was nine months later and Cas and Dean were stuck in a hospital waiting room.

Waiting. 

And Dean was not exactly a patient person.

"Relax," Cas advised, resting his hand on Dean's knee in the hopes that Dean would quit bouncing his leg in anticipation.

"What if something goes wrong?" Dean asked. 

"Nothing is going to go wrong." Cas assured him.

"How do you know?"

"Because everyone is perfectly healthy, and I see nothing that could go wrong. There were no abnormalities." While they didn't venture into the supernatural side of things often, Cas found that his simple healing abilities came in handy quite often. He could diagnose people just by looking at them. He could smell infections, and heal nearly anything with a single touch. 

"Well, if you know so much, then is it a boy or a girl?" Dean questioned. They didn't know for sure.

"Not saying," Cas smiled.

"Oh, so you DO know!"

"Possibly."

"You have no idea, do you?"

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't." Dean gave a long suffering sigh and then checked his watch. 

".....How much longer do you think we'll be here?"

"Several hours."

"Well that's nice."

"Childbirth is a long and painful process, Dean."

"I bet waiting is more painful." Cas snorted.

"Sure. You just keep thinking that." Dean poked at his husband.

"Well, what are we supposed to do while we wait anyways? Just sit here with our thumbs up our asses?"

"Have you called Sam yet?"

"No."

"Call him."

"And tell him what? That we've been sitting here for six hours, and will be here for several more before he hear anything?"

"He needs to be made aware." Dean sighed.

"Fine," He dug around in his pockets. "I'm gonna get a coffee- do you want anything?"

"No." Dean walked away, and Cas sat patiently, observing the others in the waiting room, wondering what everyone else was waiting for.

And then a small boy poked his head into the waiting room, his eyes landing on Cas. The angel tilted his head, sensing.

The boy had no hair, and he looked to be no more then eight years old.

Cas could tell right away why this boy was here. A rare form of adrenocortical carcinoma, a type of cancer. It was extremely uncommon in children this boy's age, and even more uncommon in males. Castiel could practically smell the effects of chemotherapy radiating off the poor boy, and he knew as well that no matter how many rounds the child went through, the treatment wasn't helping.

Cas glanced around, but no one else seemed to notice the boy. So the angel got up and walked over to him.

"Hello," He offered.

"Hi," The boy said shyly.

"What are you doing out here?" Cas asked.

"Running." The boy replied.

"From what?" He hesitated, and then started walking down the hall. Cas followed him, until they ended up in the children's wing of the hospital. Sickness oozed out of this place, and made Cas's heart ache. The little boy pointed to the end of the hall, where a doctor was quietly talking to a crying woman.

"That's my Mommy," The boy explained. "I don't like it when she cries." Cas had an idea of why she was. The little boy was dying, even if he didn't know it.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Ian."

Well, Ian," Cas smiled. "What do you want to do when you leave this place?" He thought for a second.

"I wanna play baseball!" He exclaimed. "I wanna be a pitcher. I got a glove for my birthday, but I haven't used it yet cause they din't let us play baseball inside."

"Ian," Cas said slowly. "What if I told you I could help you play baseball, and make your mom stop crying?"

"I'd like that."He insisted.

"Then I need you to close your eyes for one second, okay?"

"Okay." Ian closed his eyes, and Cas pressed two fingers to the boys forehead. Ian sucked in a breath, color flushing into his formerly pale face. 

"That's amazing!" He whispered. "How'd you do that?"

"I'm an angel," Cas told him. "I heal people."

"Could you heal my friends?"

"Of course." Ian led him into the children's wing, and Cas smiled slightly. This was what the angels were meant to do. They were meant to help and heal humans, not hurt them. And while Cas knew he didn't have the ability to heal every child in the world, he figured he could heal as many as he could while he was there.

It was better then, as Dean had said, sitting around with his thumb up his ass.

*****

Two hours later, Dean was in a bit of a panic, and he dialed his brother's number.

"Hey," Sam offered. "Any word yet?"

"Uh, no," Dean admitted, panicked.

"What's wrong?"

"Cas is gone."

"What do you mean he's gone?"

"I mean, I left to get a cup of coffee, and when I came back, he was gone. I've searched the whole freaking hospital at least three times, I've called him and he doesn't pick up- I can't find him anywhere, Sam, I'm freaking out."

"Calm down. He's gotta be around there somewhere."

"I've looked everywhere. What if he left?"

"Why would he leave?"

"I don't know, maybe he changed his mind about everything, I don't know-"

"Okay, wow, you're really freaking out."

"Well no shit Sherlock!"

"Dude. Go sit down somewhere. I'll be there in a few minutes, and I'll help you look for Cas again. Just calm down. We'll find him."

"Really?"

"Yes really. This is Cas we're talking about. He probably just got distracted by a bee or something. Relax."

Sure enough, Sam arrived half an hour later, and they searched through the hospital again, hunting for any sign of Cas.

Dean was walking through the children's wing when he stopped at the sound of laughter. He frowned, glancing up at the door the noise was coming from.

Children's Cancer Wing.

Somehow that didn't sound like a place where much laughter would be found. Dean peeked into the room and stopped.

Cas was smiling, sitting cross-legged on the floor of the room, surrounded by children who were giggling as he made funny faces and small shadow puppets.

Dean stepped inside the room, in awe as Cas continued to entertain the children before finally glancing up and noticing that Dean was there.

"Dean!" He exclaimed, his smile widening. 

"What, are you Patch Adams now?" Dean asked.

"I don't know who that is."

".....Okay, then that's what we're watching next movie night, but anyways. Is this where you've been the whole time?"

"The whole time?" Cas echoed, frowning. "I thought it had only been a few minutes-"

"It's been three hours, Cas." The angel blinked in surprise.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He apologized. "Has there been any word on-"

"Nope," Dean shook his head. "But Sam's here."

"Then I should probably go," Cas insisted, turning to the children, who let out cries of complaint. "I'll come back and visit!" He offered. "But for now you all need to get back to bed." The children reluctantly scrambled back into their beds, and Dean and Cas headed out of the Children's ward.

"....Did you heal all those kids?" Dean asked.

"Yes," Cas admitted.

"Won't it seem suspicious that an entire wing of sick children were suddenly healed at once?" Cas smiled.

"I honestly don't care." 

*****

In the end, after twenty hours of waiting, Cas and Dean got a baby girl, named Ellen Charlotte Winchester. 

And a week later, as the pair sat at home with their new daughter, they tried not to grin as a breaking news story broke on how every child in Lawrence hospital had been mysteriously healed, and all the children claimed that an angel had helped them.