AN: okay so I don't even know what happened. I've been RPing Sastiel, and then I saw that picture of Misha and West in the kitchen cooking and my brain went "that's Sastiel domestic fic" so this is what happened
this is AU, there's mpreg, Lawyer!Sammy, Stay-at-home-dad!Castiel
...may continue...not sure yet though
Sam pinches the bridge of his nose; he can feel a headache coming on already. He'd merely had a phone conference with the man and yet Damien Crowley had a way of getting on one's nerves, that Sam felt as if he'd dragged him over the coals so to speak.
He looked at the clock on his computer, it was nearly lunch, and Dean would be over soon. He'd never been more thankful for the fact that his brother insisted they have lunch together because right now he really needed to relax.
Today was quickly becoming the longest day of his life, and it's only Tuesday.
Sighing he tries to pull himself together enough to look over the file for a meeting set after lunch when his phone goes off. His first thoughts are that it's Crowley calling back to haggle over some minute details in the fine print and how to benefit his client, only when he pulls out his cell phone there's an icon up for new media, not a text. He's already relaxing not having to deal with Crowley again today, but when he opens the phone he's full on grinning with happiness.
The message is brief, a simple 'we miss you' has been typed out and attached is a picture of Castiel and their three year old son Joseph in the kitchen.
However, that's not what has Sam grinning like a loon. No, what does that is the fact that Castiel is standing barefoot in the kitchen holding a silver mixing bowl to show Joseph how to bake cookies, presumably. The man has got on a floral print apron that pulls snugly over his slight bump as he smiles at the camera. Joseph has got a wooden spoon in his hand held up like a trophy as he grins at the camera.
The entire scene brings a smile to Sam's face. That's his family there looking back at him. The picture alone has tension falling by the wayside, Crowley's conference call headache no longer an issue. If he thinks hard enough he can picture what's happening at home right now.
How Castiel has decided to make cookies from scratch, knowing him their either traditional chocolate chip or oatmeal raisin, who knows maybe he's adventurous and decided to try snickerdoodle. Whatever the choice Sam can picture how the kitchen smells of warm sugar, a sweet scent throughout the room. He can picture how the counters have been taken over by ingredients; flour, eggs, vanilla, chocolate chips, cinnamon, you name it, it's out there.
If he were there he knows he'd pick Joseph up spin him around till the boy giggled or Castiel warned him that he'd be cleaning any messes made. He'd move to stand behind Cas, arms wrapping around his husbands waist, hands resting on the slight swell of his abdomen as he pressed a kiss to Cas' neck murmuring 'I love you'
He smiles thinking of how Cas would blush a lovely shade of pink as he murmured 'I love you too Sam', because that was one thing, no matter how long they'd been together, every little thing felt like the very first time.
He's trying to imagine how it would be like to stand in the kitchen and help Cas show Joseph how they make the cookies the right size for the cookie sheet when there's a knock on his door.
Looking up he's greeted by his secretary, Miss Rachel Miner, who merely opens up a tablet saying "There's a Dean Winchester to see you sir."
"Thanks Rachel, tell him I'll be right out," he says as he looks down at his phone one more time.
He smiles softly rubbing his thumb over the screen of his phone before clicking to respond.
'I miss you too angel'
Pocketing his cell phone he stands up straightening out his tie and smoothing down his shirt as he leaves to meet Dean feeling better than he had all morning.
