You'd just gone to run some errands for you and your new baby. She was barely five months old, and so you'd left her in the hands of one of your friends, Cas. Or Steve. Depending on who was asking.

You returned home to find him sitting on the couch with your baby in his lap, "How are you so calm so often? I've been a human as long as you have and I still haven't adjusted."

You were used to him talking to the baby like that, you'd found out he was a angel a little over a week ago. "Thrown into the world with no explanation, no ability to express what hurts, what's scary." He frowned and held the baby's face in his hands.

Cas hadn't seemed to notice you just yet, "How do you bear anything? And I mean I can't imagine having a fever at your stage of development, you don't know anything."