Dean would have found the police officers panicking over a crying toddler funny if he wasn't so sick with worry.

Sam sat on a fold-out chair beside one of the police desks, whines and sniffles leaving him as two police officers hovered over him, exchanging stressed glances that hinted that they had been dealing with his crying since they found them. The woman's face when she saw Dean and Castiel approaching was pure relief, mumbling something to Sam and stepping back when his head shot up.

"D-De..." Sam sniffled, fresh tears welling his eyes and rolling in large drops down his cheeks, following one after the other in a never-ending stream.

"I'm here, Sammy. It's okay," Dean reassured, all thoughts of frustration with his brother disappearing in an instant as he hurried forwards, kneeling in front of the chair and pulling Sam into a tight hug.

Castiel, it seemed, did not lose his fear-driven anger for the toddler, his stern voice cresting over from behind Dean, "Why did you run away, Sam?" Castiel growled, honest to God growled, and Sam shrunk further into Dean, rubbing his nose on his shirt as he sniffed again, his fingers clutching tight to Dean so he couldn't pull away.

Whatever Sam mumbled was lost to the fabric of Dean's shirt and Castiel scoffed, his voice taking an authoritative tone that had Dean's spine tingling, "Sam, you let go of Dean and tell me why you ran away. Now," Castiel ordered, and when Dean glanced back, he had a firm look in his eyes that had even Dean glancing away.

Sam slowly detached himself from Dean, looking at Castiel with guilt-filled, puppy dark eyes. Still, Castiel didn't falter a single inch, and Sam quickly looked down when he realized it wasn't going to work, sobs beginning to work its way out of his throat.

"De was sick. I don't want him to be sick anymore," Sam whimpered, his lip quivering as he forced his head up to Dean, then to Castiel, "He be happier without me."

Dean's heart broke, but he didn't get a chance to comfort Sam before Castiel was there, scooping the toddler into his arms and holding him gently, running his hand through his hair and shushing him gently.

"Dean couldn't possibly be happier without you, Sam," Castiel assured, his voice dropping into a soft lull that seemed to calm Sam almost instantly, "I know that you make his life, and mine, happy. We love you, very much."

Sam sniffled, looking up at Castiel with wide eyes, "R-really?" He asked, the hopeful tone too much for Dean to bear as he stood, ruffling Sam's hair gently as he let his chest rest against Castiel's shoulder.

"Of course, Sammy. I love you more than anything in the world," Dean stated honestly, casting an awkward glance towards the police officers standing by, watching them with wide eyes. At his glance, the both of their gazes darted away, the woman's face lighting up red from the embarrassment of watching their moment.

"Excuse me, if one of you will come this way. We'd like to ask you a few questions," The man finally said in a firm voice. Castiel looked at Dean, then at Sam, giving both of them a small smile.

"I'll be right back," Castiel commented, handing Sam to Dean before following the officers further into the station. Dean watched him go, his brows creasing slightly at the emotions racing through his chest.

When Dean looked back to Sam, he saw that he was staring at him with his still sad eyes, "Daddy not mad anymore?" He asked, glancing at Castiel's retreating back as if he was a little scared that he would still be glaring at him.

"No, he's not mad," Dean answered, not bothering to correct Sam. He had given up a few weeks ago; the damn kid was just so stubborn, "He was just scared that you ran away. You can't do that, okay?"

Sam looked away from Dean's gaze, giving a small nod, "Okay, De," He mumbled, hugging Dean tightly around the neck and resting his head on his shoulder. Dean rubbed his back gently, sitting in the seat that Sam had been in when they first got there and waited.

Dean didn't even notice that Castiel had returned before he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing in greeting. He looked up, meeting Castiel's eyes and smiling, standing up and shifting so Sam was on his hip rather than his chest.

"Do they need to talk to me too?" Dean asked, Castiel shaking his head in response. They left the building, Dean moving to the passenger side to put Sam into his booster seat. Once he finally detached Sam's hands from his shirt, he buckled him in, ruffling Sam's hair like he always did before ducking his head out of the car and closing the door.

Castiel was standing by the passenger side door, holding out the keys, "I assume you would like to drive," Castiel stated, making Dean smirk as he took the keys from Castiel's hand and sticking them in his pocket.

Dean's hands tangled in Castiel's shirt before he was slamming the older man's back against the side of the car. Castiel's eyes widened in shock, but Dean didn't pause for a moment, moving up close and capturing Castiel's lips roughly with his, pressing his hips up against Castiel's.

Castiel responded, and it was perfect the way his lips moved against Dean's, a flash of tongue along the seam of his lips parting his mouth. Dean's tongue darted out, temporarily tangling with Castiel's before there was a slight bite on his tongue and he was spun around, his back slapping into the side of the car that had him groaning.

When Castiel's hands had found his face, he didn't know, but Castiel used his position to slow the kiss back down, finally parting just a little, their breath still mixing, "We shouldn't do this in public," Castiel stated, looking at Dean with his cheeks tinted red from his flush and eyes bright with affection and excitement.

Castiel did not expect him to fucking stop when he was standing in front of him looking like that.

"Screw the public," Dean responded, moving forwards again and managing to get a few more soft kisses in before Castiel was moving his head to the side, a small laugh leaving him that warmed Dean's heart.

"Your brother's watching," Castiel commented, and Dean paused, glancing towards the window of the backseat and seeing Sam's wide eyes. He sighed, reaching up and straightening Castiel clothes because he could before easing out of Castiel's personal space.

A throb in his back caught his attention, and he stretched, letting out a small groan as he crossed over to the driver's side of the car, "Throw me a little more gentle next time," Dean stated, meeting the amused expression in Castiel's gaze.

"You seemed to enjoy it plenty at the time," Castiel responded nonchalantly as he got into the car, leaving Dean stopping in his tracks as he ran over every conversation he has ever had with Castiel. Was that his first sexual comment?

Dean shrugged, a small smirk on his face as he got into the car. So what if he enjoyed it? Castiel could bite him if he didn't like it.

Actually...