Dean drove Baby toward the local dive. He hummed quietly to the radio, glad Sam had trusted him enough to let him be alone. It had been too long that he'd just driven alone. Dean relaxed back into his seat and sighed.

Dean continued down the road for a few miles before his lips quirked into a smile. He didn't even have to glance over at the passenger, "Hey, bud."

"Hello, Dean." Castiel replied.

"You doin' okay with that borrowed grace?" the Hunter asked.

"I am, yes." Cas nodded.

Dean's smile widened, "I'm glad. We'll still have to get you grace back permanently but at least the borrowed grace is working in the meantime."

"More importantly, we need to remove Cain's Mark." Castiel reminded.

"If we could find a way to, yeah." The human said and glanced over. Cas was holding his trench coat as though there was something within it. "What's with the coat?"

"Oh, right." There was no way the angel was actually blushing. "Could you stop so I can show you?"

"Uh, sure, Cas." Dean said, slowing and pulling off the road. He parked and turned his attention to Castiel. Cas shifted the opening in the coat with intense attention before looking to his friend. They stared at one another for a time.

Castiel held out the bundled coat for Dean to take with the utmost care. The latter was slow in taking the proffered object but did and soon understood Cas' cautions. A little face looked up at Dean in curiosity. He looked back to Castiel in surprise.

"Her name is Deziela. Her mother named her, not me." Cas explained.

"Is she yours?" Dean frowned.

Castiel hesitated. "Yes."