(Dean's POV)
I sat beside Castiel in the adoption home, one of my knees bouncing, both my hands locked together. Cas and I had been together for about six years. The first three years had been in secret, and it came to the open when Cas accidentally spilled about it. I didn't mind, though. It was better now that Sam and Bobby knew about it. Sam was a bit awkward about it at first, and it took a while for Bobby to finally accept it. We started to date about five months after the apocalypse came down from its' climax to where demons were walking everywhere. Now they were doing what they used to do: hide, sneak around, and cause a little bit of trouble. The usual.
Today had been quiet, so me and Cas had decided to go out for a bite. He brought up the idea of a kid. I had tried to explain we couldn't have a kid due to the fact neither of us were chicks, but he pointed out the orphanage home not too far away. I had went because it made him light up with excitement. I didn't want a kid all that much, to be honest. I didn't want him/her to grow up like I had. I didn't want to hurt them. They wouldn't be very happy on the road all the time, trying to figure out the world that they were about to be shoved into.
"Dean, are you okay?" Cas leaned over and whispered in my ear with concern.
"What?" I blinked, looking up into his bright sapphire eyes. "Oh, yeah. Just thinking."
"About?" he pressed curiously.
"About how this kid is going to be raised," I sighed, running a hand over my face. "On the road all the time, having to run when whatever case we're on backfires, trying to learn who to trust and not trust. I'm scared the poor thing's going to be completely and utterly miserable."
"It'll be fine," Cas assured me, leaning over and kissing my cheek.
"Okay," I sighed, sitting up straight before slouching a little like I normally did. "I'll believe you."
"Good," Cas smiled.
The woman opened up the door to her office, smiled at Cas and I, then motioned us. We both stood up, and hurried towards the woman. She was about thirty three, her auburn hair pulled back into a bun on the nape of her neck, blue eyes decorated with green makeup, her business suit the shade of a pine tree's leaves. Cas and I took our seats in front of the desk, the woman sitting gracefully in her own seat. She started to type on her computer, her eyes flickering over to me every once in a while.
"So, Mr. Winchester, correct?" she glanced at me.
"Yes, mam," I nodded, swallowing a little nervously.
"I see your file is crisp clear. No jail time, no warrants, nothing. I'm shocked. It's amazing," she smiled, laughing and shaking her head. "Now. Mr. Winchester?"
Cas hesitated, so I lightly tapped his elbow. "Yes?" he finally perked up, getting my tap.
"You're from Cali, yes?" she stared at the screen for a minute.
"Yes," he answered.
"Okay," she ran her fingers over the keyboard again. "But it seems like there's nothing about you. Like you weren't born on the Earth."
"I lived in the country and was homeschooled," he fibbed.
"Well, you're a very intelligent man according to your college records," she smiled, moving over a little while going through a couple files. "Now that I've done background checks, I think it's time we press on. I am right that you both want a child that looks similar to you?"
"Yes," I nodded.
"Understandable," she tilted her head. "I have four possible kids that I personally think you both will enjoy. Would you like to talk to them one at a time?"
"Please," smiled Cas. "I think it would be best so we can get to know them."
"Of course," she nodded. "Here's the first child. I'll go grab him."
I took the file she offered me, allowing her to race out with her office heels clacking loud on the tile floor. I leaned over so Cas could see the file as well. The kid's name was Jordan, he looked more like Cas but his eyes were dark brown, and it said his parents were druggies and he was taken away by CPS. The door opened up again, and both Cas and I turned to see the lady and Jordan walking in. Jordan looked a little uncomfortable when he noticed that no other female than the lady who ran the orphanage was in the room. I saw Jordan go sheet white before falling back. I jumped to my feet, Cas also moving to go catch him, but the woman took the hit. She gasped, clearly confused. I quickly went through his file and found the issue, pointing it out to the lady and Cas.
"Homophobic," I explained. "Said he's so disturbed that consciousness often fails."
"I'm so sorry, Mr. and Mr. Winchester," quickly apologized the lady, picking up the kid clumsily and carrying him out.
We both sat down, me sighing while Cas just ran his hand through his hair. We sat like that for a minute, until there was a scream from outside. Once again, we bounced up from our chairs to see a small girl burst through the door. She was small, maybe four, with big green eyes, long black hair that was tangled in big curls, fair white with a few freckles on her nose. She looked terrified. She saw us, and immediately ran straight into me. She hugged me around my thighs with fear. I noticed then that she was crying from the sudden dampness in my jeans. I stood there in shock, staring at Cas, then looking up as two men came in the door. One was dressed in a white coat, a syringe in his hand. The other was dressed as security.
"Forgive us, sir's," the doctor apologized. "It's flu season. We're trying to give her the flu shot, and she's refusing."
"It's alright," I assured them, bending down slowly. She let go of my legs, staring up at me with big green eyes. I smiled, moving back a curl from her face. "What's the matter, Sunflower?"
She shuffled her feet for a second, glancing at the serum in the doctor's hand.
"Scare of the needle?" I whispered to her gently.
She turned back to me and nodded. I smiled, rubbing her shoulder.
"Tell you what: Let's do this together, okay?" I offered.
She stared at me for a moment longer in confusion. Much like Cas did. I noticed that; they were both totally innocent. I smiled at the thought.
"You want to sit in my lap?" I took her small hands in mine, slowly sitting down on the chair I had jumped up from.
She nodded, and I picked her up and sat her on my legs.
"Okay. Look at me," I ordered her softly, the doctor slowly coming up to us. "My name's Dean. What's yours?"
"I go by Terra," she answered, twiddling her fingers. Her voice was light and squeaky. Like a real kid's.
"It's nice to meet you, Terra," I didn't look up at the doctor while he moved closer to her, the syringe ready. "This is my boyfriend, Cas."
"Hi, Cas," she smiled respectfully, looking up at the ex-angel finally.
"Hello, Terra," he smiled back.
"We're here to adopt someone," I kept distracting her, the doctor only inches from puncturing her.
"Really?" she stared at me with big, bright green-brown eyes. "Who are you going to adopt?"
"We don't know yet," I answered. "But I'll tell you this much: I like you the most."
"Are you serious?" she was humming with excitement.
"Don't scream and it'll seal the deal," I hugged her tight while the doctor stuck her arm.
She sucked in deep, biting down on my shoulder. She bit hard, too. I laughed while the doctor finally pulled away. I released her from my stone grip, and she was sheet white.
"You tricked me!" she accused with her high pitch voice.
"I know," I smiled, chuckling slightly. "But you don't want to become sick, do you?"
"No," she muttered, twiddling her fingers again.
"And I didn't hurt you, did I?" I tilted my head.
"No," she admitted. "But that medicine was cold!"
I laughed aloud, shaking my head and rubbing her arm with my thumb. "It's going to be cold."
"I hate needles," she pouted, watching the two men walk out, leaving her alone with me and Cas.
"They're not my favorite either," I assured her.
She turned back to me, her eyes big. "So I'm your favorite?" she asked me.
"Absolutely," I chuckled. "You're a little fighter, aren't you?"
"I suppose," she shrugged, looking down.
"I think you're working your way to the top," I tucked her hair behind her ear.
"I don't know about that," she played with her thumbs.
"What's wrong?" I asked her softly.
"Can you keep a secret?" she moved her gaze from me to Cas.
Cas sat down and moved his chair closer to mine.
"Of course we can, Terra," he promised the girl.
"I never said anything because he said if I did it wouldn't be pretty," she hunched her shoulders, her eyes down on her hands. We listened keenly. "But Riley, the boy with blonde hair, he likes to hit me. He bullies me a lot. Tells me I won't ever get adopted. That I'm too ugly and dumb to be loved. My birth parents, they liked to starve me and hit me too. One time my father locked me in the backyard when I was three while it was winter and storming. The neighbors found me the next morning laying on my back porch, half frozen, nearly dead. They took me to the hospital and got me help. I was tossed in here not too long ago."
"I'm so sorry, Terra," Cas leaned over, his hand landing on hers'. "That shouldn't ever happen to a sweet, innocent little girl like you."
There was a small moment, then the door opened up again. The lady was talking, but froze when she saw us. I looked up sharply, Cas and Terra jumping with shock.
"Oh, Terra, I didn't know you were in here," the office woman held her hands in front of her professionally.
"She ran in here when she was about to be given the flu vaccine," I explained. "And I think Cas and I have made up our mind."
"Really?" Terra and the woman spoke in unison.
"Indeed," smiled Cas, taking Terra's hand again. "May we get the papers?"
"Oh," she hesitated, then finally blinked back into reality. "Of course. Give me a second."
She raced around the office, printing papers, grabbing two pens, then handing everything to us. I smiled, Terra still in my lap, and both Cas and I got to work on the paperwork. Once we were finished, a couple more things were done. Four hours later, Cas was holding Terra on his hip, and I was putting Terra's luggage into the trunk of the Impala. She was put in the backseat, and I slid into the front seat beside Cas. Cas took my hand into his, I smiled to him, and I started the engine and drove off.
When we came home, all hell was let loose.