Caden didn't hesitate. He took a small step forward, and put his arms around Cas' neck. He knew this wasn't the Cas he knew, or the one that was supposed to be his daddy, but it didn't matter. It was Cas, and that made him special.
"I drawed you a picture," Caden stated. After a moment, he pulled back from the hug and pulled a folded up piece of paper out of his pocket. The drawing looked like a typical kid masterpiece, everything just a little out of proportion. He'd drawn a house and some trees, stick figure people, a sun, and a butterfly.