Two grey-green eyes opened, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. The baby was crying again. "Cas...Castiel!" Dean's beloved angel woke with a groan, turning to face his partner. "It's your turn. I fed her last time." Castiel moaned as he stood, watching as Dean fell asleep once more. Cas smiled lightly, shaking his head as he left the room to calm their third child.

It had been almost ten years since the two had begun secretly dating behind Sam's back. They didn't want Sammy thinking that Dean was getting special treatment from Heaven because of it. But once they were sure that they would be together for a long time, they came clean to Dean's younger brother. He claimed that he had known since the angel first appeared he and Dean would end up together. And sometimes, Cas really believed Sammy had.

After coming out, Cas wanted nothing more than to hold Dean's hand in public, to make him blush and giggle as they walked around town. He wanted to kiss him and show him off to the whole world; he wanted everyone-demons, humans, and angels alike-to know that they were in love. At first, Dean denied the blue eyed angel of his wish. He had never thought of himself as as a one-person type, and he especially had never considered the fact that he might be with a man. It hurt Castiel; he felt like Dean was almost embarrassed by him. He found out later that Dean didn't feel like he deserved Cas. The realization sent shivers down his spine. "I love you," he said for the first time that day, holding his crying lover, kissing his forehead over and over. "Oh, Dean, I love you so much." After that day, Dean was more open about their love than Cas had ever hoped for. Sam's positive reaction definitely influenced that; he gave them all the space they needed, even going off on cases on his own so Dean and Cas could have the private time they needed. Sam loved Cas almost as much as Dean did; he was thrilled that the days of Dean bringing home random one night stands were over and was glad to help the two in any way possible.

Now they were married with three children. Dean gave up his dangerous life as a hunter when they decided to adopt their first. Sam still hunted, never quite able to give it up. Dean, of course, would teach his children how to hunt when they were old enough, even killing any demon that came into their town. But he didn't want to raise his children into a life filled with death and crappy burgers from roadside diners.

Cas walked into Elysa's room, picking her up and rocking her back and forth. He looked around the room like a worried mother, searching for any sign that what happened to Sam would happen to her. He knew it was next to impossible for Azazel to return. Still, with the Winchesters, the impossible was always very, very possible.

When he found that the room was empty, the angel allowed himself to breathe again. Cas kissed his now sleeping six month old daughter's forehead and smiled as he put her back in her crib. The angel turned around, ready to go back to sleep, when his only son, John, walked in.

"Daddy? Is Elysa okay?" He asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes. He tilted his head slightly, a teddy bear clutched in his hands. Cas laughed quietly and picked up the three year old.

"Of course she is. She's just restless, as all children her age are," he said, bringing the child back to the room he shared with his seven year old sister. Soon, Castiel suspected, she would be begging for her own room. For now, though, she was content to spend the dark nights with her brother.

Cas tucked the black haired child into bed, kissing his forehead. The boy was asleep before his head hit the pillow. The blue eyed angel smiled dreamily and returned to his room. All of this was more than he could have ever dreamed to ask for. He climbed into the bed, kissed the sleeping Dean's cheek, and fell asleep.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDY!" Rayne's screeching voice echoed through the hallway and pierced Dean's ears; the man was up and in her room in a second, terrified. Was there a demon? Cas stood next to him, looking just as spooked. Dean looked around; the clothes of a seven year old girl were strewn across the floor; in the midst of the chaos sat John, gleefully covered in his sister's play makeup. Dean sighed with relief and smiled weakly. "Which one of us did you mean?"

"DADDY! HE STOLE MY PRINCESS MAKEUP!" Cas picked John up and carried him out of the room, presumably to get him cleaned up.

"We can get you all new princess makeup," he said. "But don't scare us like that again; you know what I said about screaming."

"It was an emergency though, Daddy! That's my princess makeup," his seven year old daughter said, articulating the last two words so he knew EXACTLY what John had done. Dean sighed; this was not a battle he could win. It was nearly impossible to win an argument with a seven year old girl.

"We can buy some new makeup today, okay?" He said, trying not to laugh at the anguished look on the little girl's face. "Uncle Sammy promised he would come today, maybe you can go with Aunt Ari." The little girl's eyes lit up and she nodded her approval; Rayne loved Sam's wife. She wasn't the only one. After Jess died and Ruby betrayed him, Sam had a lot of trouble trusting women again. Around the time that Dean and Cas had secretly begun dating, they had met a girl on a case they had been working. Though she wasn't a hunter, she learned quickly and saved their asses from a demon. It didn't take long for Sam to ask her out. About two years later, he proposed. They had been hunting together ever since; it was a love story even Cas fawned over.

Dean watched his daughter begin to pick up her clothes and left the room to get Elysa, who was already awake and giggling. "Good morning, cutie," he cooed to her as she reached up to him. Dean smiled and brought her downstairs, where Castiel was sitting at the table with a freshly bathed John. The man smiled and set his child down when he heard the doorbell ring. "Rayne! Come down for breakfast!" He called up the stairs as he walked to the front door.

"Sam, Ari," Dean said as he opened the door. He hugged them both. "We were just sit-"

"AUNT ARI!" A little princess squealed and ran to the woman, hugging her tightly. Ari laughed and picked her up; digging up graves had made her strong. Sam looked amused as they made their way into the dining room. Castiel stood and kissed both of them on the cheek, as did John (as well as a three year old could), and they all sat. Dean looked around, his heart swelling with love for his family. It was a wonderful meal; Cas could cook better than anybody else Dean knew. Which was good; he couldn't cook for anything.

That Saturday was filled with relaxed fun; it was so unlike the childhood Sam and Dean had. While Ari and Rayne went to buy new princess makeup, Dean, Sam, and Castiel watched Elysa doze and John play with monster truck toys while discussing the latest case Sam had been on. It was simple; a demon had taken up residence a few towns over, and Sam had bashed its brains in. Dean smiled warily; he rarely missed fighting, but he would have been lying if he said he didn't miss that part of his life. He and his brother, while still incredibly close, were undeniably split, leading two very different lives.

Ari and Rayne bounded through the door, Rayne proudly holding a new makeup bag in her small hands. Ari, ever since a hunt in 2012, had been unable to have children. Moreover, it was hard to have children when you were a hunter. Sam wouldn't have allowed for more children to be raised as warriors anyway. Dean and Cas' kids were as close to children as Sam and Ari would ever get. Rayne particularly loved having the woman around. The young girl was constantly surrounded by men, and Elysa wasn't great company yet; it was nice for their daughter to have a female presence every once and awhile.

The day came to an end too quickly, and Sam and his wife had to leave. They said their goodbyes and watched as the two left hand in hand. Dean kissed Castiel's lips gently and picked up his youngest, who had fallen asleep in Rayne's arms. Castiel picked up the slumbering figure of John off of the couch and took Rayne's hand, leading them up the stairs. It didn't take too long for the two men to put their children to bed.

Dean smiled and took his angel's hand, leading him to their bedroom. When they got there the door slammed shut and clothes went flying as the two kissed passionately, falling onto the bed in a mess of fumbling hands and lips. Dean growled into Cas' ear and nipped his neck, receiving a quiet, satisfying moan from him. Dean grinned and ran his hands down the length of the angel's body, kissing every inch of skin he could as his head followed. Cas bit his lip to stop himself from yelling out loud. He squirmed under Dean's lips, bucking his hips up every so often to meet Dean's mouth. "Patience," he said quietly, planting a kiss beneath his belly button. He trailed his hands along the man's tight abdomen, dragging his fingernails along the angel's pale skin. Dean moved his fingers down to the buckle of his pants; Cas grabbed a pillow and smothered his face so he couldn't scream.

"Dean," he gasped, stuffing the pillow into his mouth. "Fuck, Dean." The man wrapped a hand around his lover's already half-hard cock, eliciting a moan from the angel. "Augh, please, Dean," he mumbled, arching his back to meet his touch. The former hunter pressed his hips down gently with a kiss. "Patience, young Padawan," he murmured. The angel responded to the Star Wars reference with a confused look.

"I don't understand that reference, Dean," he said, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. Dean laughed softly, then muffled the sound by taking his lover's cock between his lips. Castiel went ballistic. The angel arched up into the man's mouth, the groans muffled, luckily, by the pillows.

Suddenly, Dean felt a sharp tug on his hair, forcing his lips to pull off of the angel's length. He tried to protest, but the sound was cut short by a kiss. Cas tasted himself upon Dean's lips, then pulled away with a predatory growl. "I want to be inside you, Dean," he hissed into the green eyed man's ear; Dean could have come from just the sound of his voice.

Castiel's fingers found their way to his hole. Without hesitation, he stuck two in. It was all Dean could do not to come from that alone. "Jesus, fuck, Cas..." he gasped, his breath hitching. The angel's free hand tugged on his hair, hard.

"Do not use the Lord's name in vain, Dean," he hissed. Dean shuddered, pleasure coursing through his body, and nodded, not protesting when Cas' fingers slipped out of him. He knew what was coming.

The angel moved closer to him, the pre-cum covered tip of his cock teasing Dean's hole. "Cas...no...dear g-grapes," he forced himself to say. As Cas pushed himself in, Dean silenced his groans of pleasure by sucking on Cas' neck. With one hard shove, Cas was balls deep in his lover. He began thrusting in and out, rocking them back and forth. Dean could barely contain himself, but forced himself not to yell out as his body tightened around Cas. With a quiet cry, Dean blew his load all over Castiel's belly. Moments later, the angel yelped and blew his load inside the man he loved, his name gracing his lips. "Dean..." Dean planted kisses all over his angel's face as he pulled out, wrapping his arms tightly around the blue eyed angel's body, pulling him in. He ran his fingers through his messy hair, sighing softly.
"I love you, Castiel Novak-Winchester."

Dean woke long after Cas the next morning naked, sticky, and happy. He stood and stretched, throwing on a shirt he knew was Castiel's and some pants before walking out into the hallway. Cas had Elysa in his arms; Rayne and John were playing calmly in their room. All was well.

"I'll go get the paper," he said, taking a moment to admire his freshly cleaned partner, knowing he didn't want to be with anyone else. He smiled lightly and walked downstairs, whistling softly as he made his way outside.

"Hi, neighbor!" He heard from his left side. Dean turned to face the man who had called to him, a large smile on his face. "How are the kids?"

"Good, thanks." Dean replied with a wary smile. Something was...different. Wrong. He looked around, anxious to get back inside to his family. What was it that was putting him on the edge?

The smile on the face of the old man turned devious. Dean's face paled and he looked down. "No...no no no no NO!" He yelled in his gruff voice, his breath speeding. The flowers, usually red, were bright yellow.

"You cannot take me away from my family," Dean said, his voice breaking. "YOU CAN'T!"

"Oh, but I can," said the Trickster, his face becoming young once more. "Think of it this way; they were never real. Not Rayne, not John, not Elysa, not Sam, not Ari...not Castiel," he said, his nostrils flaring. Dean's eyes filled with tears as he turned to face his home. They were no longer standing on the street, but in an empty warehouse. Gabriel was no longer with him. "TAKE ME BACK!" Dean's scream echoed around the metal room. He spun around, but he was alone.

Truly, utterly alone.