Castiel had been a single father, taking care of his 1 year old daughter ever since his wife died in childbirth. He missed his wife terribly, mainly because he knew that she would do a much better job tending to the baby than he could. She had been so excited to have a baby, constantly smiling, even through the pain of contractions. But her blood was too thin when she was giving birth, and she just kept bleeding. The doctor rushed Castiel out of the room, but he already knew what was going to happen. A half hour later, the doctor confirms that his wife died, but the baby was completely healthy. Now, it was exactly a year since she passed, and one year since Castiel had the saddest and happiest day of his life.

But, the baby, while being the love of his life, was stressing him out to the max. It felt like she would never stop crying, and couldn't sleep through the night. Castiel was a writer, so he wasn't skipping work to take care of his daughter, but he was starting to miss deadlines and skip meetings because he couldn't find someone to take care of her while he was gone and he definitely couldn't take her to an office without her causing a ruckus and annoying people. So, he was forced to practically put his life on hold. He hadn't even eaten anything since two days ago because of the 24 hour care his daughter seems to need. He can't even get 5 straight hours of sleep anymore, he sleeps in 20 minute intervals and sometimes even then he doesn't sleep a wink.

So that's mainly how he found himself on the phone, ordering a pizza from some hole in the wall pizza place. "This is Wilson's Pizza, you want it, we probably serve it. How can we help your hunger go away today?" A man's gruff voice speaks as soon as the phone rings.

Castiel almost scoffs at how bad that slogan is, but keeps it to himself since they were going to give him his pizza. "Hi, I'll take a large pizza with everything on it. And deliver it to 7489 Everett Park Avenue."

"You got it chief, you want anything else? Breadsticks, garlic or cheesy bread, hot wings?"

Castiel's stomach growled just hearing that. "No thank you, just the pizza."

"Alright, you know the rule, 30 minutes and then it's free."

Cas hung up and as soon as he clicked the button his daughter starts crying again.

20 minutes later, Castiel was in the middle of feeding his daughter again when a knock at the door interrupts him. The man sighs in relief as he walks over to the door, sets the bottle down to open the door, and pulls it open just to almost drop the baby in shock. The man standing in front of him was hot! Like the Egyptian desert in the middle of summer hot. He wore a black fitted t-shirt that clung to his broad shoulders and chest, tight jeans that outlined every single curve, and the candy apple green eyes staring at him from underneath the red and white baseball cap with a pizza insignia on it. His very well muscled arm was holding the large pizza outstretched to Castiel who was staring at him with a very dumbfounded expression. "Sir? Are you alright?" He asks with the voice that matched the one on the phone.

Castiel just nods like an idiot. "Uh, yeah. Um, how much for the p-pizza?"

The man glances at the top of the box for a second. "Uh, looks like $14.00."

Castiel is out of his stupor by now and scoffs, "huh, if I had known it would cost me that much I just would've taken myself out to Rodeo Drive."

The delivery boy laughs, "yeah well, I don't make the price. I just make the pizza."

Castiel nods and turns back to go into his house so he could retrieve his wallet from one of his jacket pockets. "You may come in if you want, it might take me a moment to find my wallet." Especially since holding a baby wasn't making anything easier now that she was interrupted during her feeding.

The man steps into the house, and immediately notices all of the baby supplies strewn everywhere haphazardly. He also noticed that the man that ordered the pizza was very good looking. A strong build underneath a white button up and blue jeans, the making of a beard on his jaw, and messy black hair with dark blue eyes. Dean appreciated the view for a minute until Castiel turns and places the fussing baby down in its crib and the man looked away in guilt. The man had a wife most likely, and even if he was only babysitting he was good looking enough to be already taken, or he was straight. All those options sucked.

Castiel runs a hand through his already messy hair as he looks in the pockets of all of his jackets and in the drawers, but can't find the one wallet he's looking for. "I'll be right back, I'm sorry." He quickly ran up to the stairs, leaving Dean and the baby alone.

Of course, as soon as her father is out of earshot the little girl lets out an almost inhuman wail and starts to flail around in her crib. On instinct, remembering when his younger brother was fussing as a baby, Dean sets the pizza on the top of the couch and rushes over to the small human. He quickly picks her up out of the crib, cradling her small body and head and immediately, she stopped crying. As soon as she saw Dean, her mouth closed, and she cooes softly. The man didn't even question it as he rested her head on his shoulder and slowly rocked her side to side to lull her to sleep. So when Castiel came back downstairs, he didn't know what to think when he saw the pizza man that he hadn't ever met before cradling his baby girl. He didn't know if he should scream at the man to get out and never touch his daughter again, be relieved that she stopped crying, or ask the man if he wanted a babysitting job since he could actually get his daughter to be quiet. Castiel leans against the wall and crosses his arms, "you're very good with her."

Dean jumps, but he quickly quiets the little girl as he turns around. "I'm sorry, as soon as you left she started crying and I just…I'm sorry, if you want me to put her down I'll go."

Castiel shakes his head, "no, this is the first time that she's ever been quiet since this morning. She's quite a loud little thing."

The delivery man nods, "I don't think she's been quiet since I've been here." As if sensing how rude that could've come off, Dean winces. "I'm sorry, that was really rude."

"No, you're alright. Amara doesn't exactly stay quiet for very long. Except, apparently, when she's around you." Castiel watches as the man slowly bounces the little girl to keep her quiet. "In fact, this is one of the first times she's been this quiet this long for almost as long as she's been alive."

Dean shakes his head, "what a surprise that a beautiful little girl like this would be such a handful."

Castiel thinks for a moment, "would you like to take care of her sometimes? You're good with her, and it seems like you enjoy being around her. I can never go anywhere when she's fussing and am unseemly low on supplies for her. I'd pay you of course, and it would work around your delivery schedule."

Dean lifts his eyes to the man, "you would offer me a job when you barely know me, Sir?"

Castiel laughs, "please don't call me sir. That's reserved for men over 50 in my book, I'm barely 28. And yes, you seem like a trustworthy young man that's not addicted to anything, and you seem to be good with kids. Oh wow, where are my manners, I'm Castiel Novak by the way, seeing as you might start working for me that might be a good thing to know."

Dean smiles and nods, "yeah, I'm Dean Winchester, since I'll be your man-nanny you might as well know my name as well."

Castiel smiles, "so, we have a deal?"

Dean nods again, "yes, we have a deal."