Our Love In Time

Chapter 1: Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep

When Balthazar arrived to Bobby's house at night, Castiel was still sat on the bottom of the bed where he had left him an hour ago. He was impatiently rocking back and forward a little, probably without knowing he was doing so. When he saw Balthazar, he stood up and waited for his lover to involve him with his arms like he always did, gentle but tight.

Balthazar kissed Castiel's forehead. "Come on, Cassie. It's time to sleep," he showed a smile.

"No," he shook his head, not looking at Balthazar. "I can't sleep."

Castiel was probably right; Balthazar could feel he was stressed. He had been like that since Dean went on a hunt with Sam; hell, he was always like that when Dean went on a hunt. Castiel missed him... But it also seemed like Castiel had a constant feeling that Dean was in danger. So Balthazar tried to calm him down, because if Dean was really in danger, he'd feel it too. Castiel's powers had been recently diminishing, so his senses weren't as accurate as they used to be, before he was carrying a child in his belly, for 3 months now. If it was Balthazar or Dean's child, he didn't know. In fact, no one knew exactly how that happened or the consequences, and that worried them, but mostly Castiel. They tried to find some information in Bobby's old books, but in none of them mentioned angel's babies, only the Nephilims that existed millenniums ago and whose God made sure they'd never exist again, but Castiel and Balthazar already knew that story.

So, as the child needed a lot of energy to grow up, Castiel was becoming more human. His human necessities started at the second month, mostly eating and sleeping, not as frequent as humans but eating once a day and sleeping three nights per week was the minimum that Castiel needed to be well and the child to keep growing healthily. But obviously it was a hard task for Balthazar to make Castiel eat and sleep when Dean was gone and Castiel was constantly worried.

Balthazar touched Castiel's face, making the younger angel to look at him. "Dean is coming tonight." Balthazar knew that was the reason for Castiel's anxiety. He was like a kid on a Christmas Eve. "I don't think Dean will be happy if he knows you haven't been sleeping."

Castiel's intense blue eyes turned sad because he didn't want to disappoint Dean, and then he clenched his hands on Balthazar's dark jacket with pleading look of what to do.

Castiel also became more emotionally sensitive, probably because he was getting more human. Balthazar caressed Castiel's face with a thumb to shush him. "Now we're gonna have a nice warm bath, it'll help you relax, and then we go to bed, okay?" he asked with a half smile.

Castiel nodded slightly and then Balthazar kissed him gently before going to put the water running. When the bathtub was full, Balthazar and Castiel undressed their clothes in the bathroom. Balthazar found himself watching Castiel's naked body, more specifically his belly, already showing, that was hidden under those clothes and Balthazar couldn't help but smile. Balthazar grabbed Castiel's hand and took him inside the bathtub; Balthazar sat with legs stretched and Castiel sat between his legs, submerging in the hot water.

Balthazar got his two hands full with water and wetted Castiel's hair. He grabbed the shampoo, put a bit of the gel in his hand and then spread it on Castiel's head. As Balthazar massaged Castiel's hair and the nice smell of the shampoo filled the air, he sensed Castiel relaxing; his breathing became slower and his body wasn't so tense. Then Balthazar washed the foam of his brother's head and focused on cleaning Castiel body (that didn't really need to be cleaned). He put a bit of shower gel on a sponge and passed it by one of Castiel's legs, from foot to hip, bending forward with him to reach it. Balthazar did the same to the other leg, caressing it with the soft sponge and then he put more of the nice smelling shower gel and washed Castiel's back, slowly while the scent of apple covered Castiel's soft skin.

In the silent room, only with the sound of their quiet breathings, Balthazar found himself humming a song; he didn't know what song it was, probably Metallica because it was the one Dean used to make Castiel sleep. When Castiel's back was done, Balthazar gently pressed a hand on his chest to make Castiel lean on his torso and Balthazar kissed his neck. When he heard Castiel making a pleased low moan, he smiled; he could feel Castiel was more relaxed.

While Balthazar rubbed his belly with the sponge, Castiel rested his head on his lover's shoulder, feeling the softness of his touch and the warm of the water around them, smelling the mix of pleasant scents, and hearing his brother's hushing voice. Castiel was so deep involved in all those peaceful sensations that when Balthazar looked at him, his eyes were closed.

"Cas," he called with a slight tone of humour.

"Hmm?" Castiel opened his eyes and blinked a few times.

"Time to go to bed, dear."

Balthazar helped Castiel to get up, following his movement with his hands on Castiel's hips, and he also got up. They got out of the bathtub and Balthazar wrapped a towel around his and Castiel's hips and they returned to the bedroom, holding hands. While Castiel dried himself with the towel, Balthazar pulled the covers to the bottom of the bed. Castiel put on a new black briefs and Balthazar dried Castiel's hair with a towel. When it was done Castiel's hair was a total mess; Balthazar could fix it, but he chose to leave it like that.

Then Castiel went to lie on the bed, while Balthazar also got ready to sleep. Castiel lied first to a side, 10 seconds later he turned to the other side, and moments later he was faced down, grabbing the pillow. Castiel wasn't comfortable, although the bed was actually good compared to the ones Sam and Dean use to sleep in the motels. Perhaps Castiel was more sensitive, or just picky; Balthazar only hoped that that didn't stress Castiel again.

The truth was that something was missing, Castiel couldn't say exactly what, but he missed a particular kind of comfort. Fortunately, soon he found out what it was. Castiel revealed his dark wings, spreading them by the room. Then he sat on the bed and wrapped the big wings around his body and he lied down again with a satisfied smile.

Balthazar smiled. Home, was what was missing; the heavenly touch they used to have. But making wings visible for a long time was exhausting, specially for Castiel, so he also spread his light grey wings, lied next to him, covered the soft dark wings with his own and transferred energy in form of heat to the wings to keep them healthy and beautiful and him and Castiel warm. Balthazar passed a hand over Castiel's cocoon; the wings could be very tight and impenetrable to protect the angel, but Castiel trusted him to let him touch his wings, he was the only one who could and Balthazar felt a certain pride in that. Balthazar had always helped Castiel keeping his wings strong when they were young, he groomed them when he noticed it was needed or repaired a few damaged feathers. Even when his wings were perfect, sometimes Castiel asked him to caress them, just in a sign of affection, because having a lot of siblings didn't mean half of them cared about him.

So Balthazar had been touching Castiel's wings practically since Castiel was created, unfortunately not so much in the recent centuries, the long and exhausting missions didn't leave time for that kind of intimacy. But after so many hours touching those beautiful and smooth wings, he still felt the rush before touching them just as if it was the first time he was entering in another angel's personal space and touching in such private and sacred part of their body, and he also felt a slight fear, the fear of Castiel's reaction. But Castiel always enjoyed it and this time was no exception, Balthazar could tell by the small sounds of pleasure he unconsciously made. Every time he pressed deeper into the layers of feathers, Castiel's hums turned louder, until he finally found the skin and placed his hand over Castiel's belly caressing it with the thumb and he felt everything that was happening to the baby.

"Balthazar," Castiel's voice interrupted the silence and, for a moment, Balthazar was concerned by his serious tone. "I love you," he confessed turning to look straight into Balthazar's eyes.

"I know, darling. I love you too." Balthazar kissed his sweet lips for a few seconds. "Now, sleep. Our baby needs to rest."

Castiel resumed to his position and Balthazar stayed cuddled to him. A couple of minutes later Balthazar whispered "Good night, Cassie." Castiel didn't reply.

Balthazar stayed quiet, watching his brother sleep, and after a half hour in such heavenly comfort, he also fell asleep.

Balthazar woke up three hours later with the sound of someone entering the house; he wasn't only there to make Castiel company but also to keep him safe, so Balthazar was constantly in alert to everything that happened a half mile radius from the house. So he sensed when Dean and Sam returned at two in the morning.

When Dean went inside the dark room he saw the shapes on his angels tangled, sleeping on the bed and heard their peaceful breathing. Dean stepped closer quietly, not to wake them.

But Balthazar was already awake. "Dean," the angel called in a deep sleepy voice.

Dean kneeled on the bed. "I'll be right back," he gave Balthazar a quick kiss. "Go back to sleep."

Dean took off his clothes until he was just in underwear and t-shirt. When he got back to bed he pulled down the sheet and blankets from his side of the bed and covered himself with them. Dean leaned closer to Balthazar and gave him a gentle kiss on the neck as he passed a hand by the soft wing. Dean didn't touch the angels' wings very often, most of the times it was just Balthazar's wings because Castiel didn't like Dean touching his for some reason he still hadn't found out. Perhaps it was an angel thing; perhaps angel's wings were just meant to be touched by other angels and not humans. But nevertheless, Dean liked the feeling of the smooth feathers, although he didn't go deeper in the layers of feathers. So Dean fell asleep grabbing gently a bunch of Balthazar's grey warm feathers.

This is only the first chapter and there's still a lot to explain, but I hope you enjoyed it.

I also wrote like an introduction of how Dean, Balthazar and Castiel got together but I was unsure in posting it. If you it is needed to understand the story, please let me know.