Dean's hand was shaking slightly as it hovered over where his signature was supposed to go. Above it was Cas's and Dean shot him a fleeting glance before looking back to the paper. He didn't know why he was so afraid. Maybe he was afraid that he'd turn into his father, or maybe he was afraid Cas and himself weren't fit.
He then took a deep breath before putting his John Hancock on the paper. He gulped and pushed the papers back towards the woman.
"Wonderful," she spoke and took the papers, looking over them to make sure their signatures were in the right spots. After clearing them with some stamps, she stood promptly, "I'll go fetch the kids."
"Great," Cas chirped with a smile while Dean sat in the chair next to him, sweating like a pig. As she left the room, Cas seemed to sense Dean's discomfort and gingerly reached out to interlink hands with him.
"Are you sure we're doing the right thing?" Dean asked with a worry line between his brows.
"We are, Dean," Cas began and squeezed his hand reassuringly. "We're giving these boys a good life. They need it, especially the older one. He's a lot like you."
"Don't remind me…" Dean trailed.
"Hey," Cas breathed and grabbed Dean's hand in both of his. "You're going to do fine. You raised Sam, didn't you?"
"That was when I was a child and had no idea what I was doing," Dean mumbled. "And now I'm an adult and still have no idea what I'm doing."
"You raised Ben alright, didn't you?" Cas asked with a grin.
"Lisa had him pretty much raised by the time I got there," Dean mumbled and pulled his hand out from between Cas's. "There was no way I could screw him up."
"Are you saying that you think you'll screw these boys up?" Cas asked and leaned in closer to him.
"You never know…" Dean trailed. "I am a lot like…"
"You're nothing like your father," Cas interrupted. "Nothing."
The door opened suddenly and the woman came in first, escorting the two boys inside. Cas stood up quickly and Dean slowly ascended as well. The older of the two boys was carrying his brother with strong arms for being so little. He didn't stumble or fumble and walked with ease.
"Brenden, Logan," the woman began, offering both boys a sweet smile. "These nice men adopted you. You're going to have a wonderful home."
Brenden, the older one, furrowed his brow at the sight of Cas and Dean, "Are they like, together?"
"Yes," the woman spoke, lowering herself down to Brenden's level. "They are going to be your parents now."
Brenden leaned in closer to the woman to whisper into her ear, but he obviously had not mastered the art of it because Dean and Cas heard him as clear as day, "What do I call them?"
The woman opened her mouth, but found herself speechless looking to Dean and Cas for an answer. Cas spoke up quickly, "When you get comfortable with us, you can decide what you want to call us. For now you can call us by our first names. I'm Cas and he's Dean."
"Are you sure those are your names?" Brenden asked. "They aren't very good."
"Brenden," the lady scolded, but Dean chuckled slightly.
"Wait till you meet Sammy," Dean said and Brenden looked up at him with his bright blue eyes that his younger brother and him shared. That was basically the only similarity the two of them had. Brenden's hair was short and black, sticking up haphazardly while Logan's was long and blonde, curling up slightly at the ends. Brenden was slightly tanner than Logan, but that could be because he spent more time in the sun since he was in first grade.
"Do you boys need any help getting out of here?" the woman asked standing. "You do have car seats, correct?"
"We do," Cas said with a nod of his head, crossing over to take Logan from Brenden.
Brenden pulled Logan deeper into his arms, "I got him."
"Ok," Cas said, looking slightly dejected.
"Can he grab your bags?" Dean asked and walked over towards the two boys.
"Sure," Brenden said, looking up at him as he towered above him.
"Do you guys need jackets?" Cas asked, once their bags were in his hands.
"Logie does," Brenden said as Logan was about to open his mouth. "I'm good though."
Cas then dug through the bag labeled Logan and pulled out a small green jacket. Brenden carefully set Logan down and grabbed the jacket from Cas's extended arm. He then took his time putting his younger brother's arms through the holes and wrapping it around him. Once Logan had the jacket on. Brenden picked him back up and nodded up at the two of them.
Dean raised his eyebrows at Brenden when they stepped outside. He was just in a pair of jeans and long sleeve shirt which had the Bat signal on the front of it. Dean couldn't help but grin at Brenden who was acting way too much like him when he and Sam were children.
"Cool car," Brenden mumbled when they stopped in front of it.
"I know," Dean said with a smirk and shrug. He then opened the back door before tossing the keys to Cas so he could place the boys bags in the truck. "Come on Logan," Dean said and gingerly took him from his older brother's hands.
"It's Logie," Brenden grumbled and brought his eyebrows together in anger.
"Logie it is then," Dean said and held up the smaller boy. "Aren't you a cutie?" Logan giggled at that and reached his pudgy hands out towards Dean's face. Dean held the boy away from him, so Logan couldn't touch him and carefully put him in his car seat. Dean's brow furrowed as he messed with the buckle, "How does this even…?"
"Right here, babe," Cas said and stepped up to show him where to clip it.
"Got it," Dean mumbled and the three of them walked around to the other side of the Impala. Brenden climbed in and lifted his arms as Dean grabbed the belt and fiddled with it.
Cas was grinning slightly and leaned back to get a good look at Dean's tight butt. As Dean finished strapping Brenden in, Cas reached out and gave his butt a little pinch. Dean flinched slightly and bonked his head on the top rim of the door. "F… Cas…" Dean grumbled and rubbed his head as he stepped away from the door, closing it.
"I couldn't help myself," Cas said, his voice dropping.
"In front of the kids?" Dean asked before clamping his mouth shut. He didn't think he'd ever say that before.
"They didn't see anything," Cas said with a shrug. "I'll lay off on kissing you in front of them for a while though, ok?"
"Good," Dean said and looked through the window at Brenden and Logan. "I don't think Brenden could handle any of that."
