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So here's chapter two and not sure if I got the Dean/Castiel talking scene right? but I hope it's not to bad.
Humour got the better of me for the second half...surprise presents and the microwave dies. I hope some of you at least smile in amusement at it?
To the 5 reviewers, Thank you for reviewing I didn't expect that many and I did correct the spell of Idjit so thanks again to EvilGeniusBookWorm13.
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I Did It For You.
Dean struggled to wake up when he heard crying but it stopped so he just turned over and went back to sleep, which didn't last long as his brain kept trying to tell him something, also there was low murmuring….as if people where talking. He frowned wondering who would be talking and why at this time in the morning, Dean's frown deepened as he pressed his face further against the couch cushion trying to stay asleep but his brain wouldn't let him.
Why?
"Baby."
Sam watched his brother swing awake tossing the blanket he had on the floor. "Calm down" He moved his eyes to the crib. "I just put him back down after Cas fed him." He smiled at his brother feeling slightly proud he managed to get Cas to feed him. Castiel was a little scared at first but after encouragements he took the bottle and began to feed his son, it made Sam feel a little better so he couldn't understand why his brother glared at him before getting off the couch and leaving the room.
"Ass." Dean muttered the word as he grabbed some beers before moving towards Bobby's porch and sat on it watching the rain fall, yes he was cold and he knew he shouldn't be drinking but fuck it, he needed a beer. How good of a father was he that he couldn't even wake up to see to his son's needs, no he just rolled over and went back to sleep leaving Super Sam to fix it…meh it made Dean's lip curl as he twisted the beer cap off.
Sam frowned as he looked at Castiel. "Excuse me." He moved towards the door then turned when Cas followed him, holding one hand out to the ex-angel, to stop him from continuing forward. "I kind of need to speak to my brother," He watched the former angel nod before taking a step forward "Alone."
Castiel looked at the crib before licking his lips, his heart doing that fast beating again. "But what if Dylan wakes up or something happens." He looked towards Sam, trying not to focus on the strange feeling in his stomach. It seemed his heart and his stomach where somehow linked.
Sam patted Castiel's shoulder. "I'll…." He changed his words very quickly. "…We will be right outside, if you need help come get Dean." He moved towards the door but paused at the former angel's words.
"Or you."
He just nodded as he opened the door before holding a thumb up at Castiel in encouragement, then shut the door seeing his brother sat there drinking a beer. "Dean, we need to talk." He tracked the way his brother's shoulders tensed when he spoke.
"Go back to the baby Sam." Dean swigged his beer trying not to mutter or make a gesture to his brother, he was old enough to know he shouldn't act like a child but damn it, his head was all over the place and he really wanted to act like a child anyway however his brother had other ideas.
Sam sat next to Dean, releasing a sigh before he spoke. "Look I know your heads all over the place." He watched Dean drain the bottle before tossing it and grabbing another from his side. "But I know you will do what's right by that kid."
Dean exhaled before passing Sam a bottle, his brother wasn't doing anything wrong, he was just doing what Dean wasn't and maybe he couldn't. "It's didn't work with Lisa and Ben so why would now be any different." He tossed the cap watching it as it sailed through the air before landing near the empty bottle.
Sam shrugged one shoulder, he hadn't been around for that part of Dean's life, so he couldn't truly say anything about it, and Castiel wasn't just anybody to Dean, or to this family because he was part of this family. Dean always stood by family, never would he just leave any one of them to struggle, even if he didn't need to get involved, he would, that was just the way Dean was. "I don't know what went on their but I know you care for Castiel and you never abandon family." He placed the bottle to his lips but felt them kick up at the corners as he took a sip.
"I fucked you up." Dean looked at his brother when he snorted and shook his head as his own lips lifted, really not funny but hey this was them and they found the funny in the most inappropriate of places and times.
Sam lowered his bottle. "You know that's not true and we've got Bobby." His smile grew when Dean muttered that wasn't such a good thing but they both knew without Bobby around their lives would have been harder. He looked at his brother. "Castiel has his reasons and despite what you say I know there's something there." Sam held his hand up and shrugged, he didn't want to hear Dean's protests, he knew there was something there. "I don't really care as long as you're happy and Cas is too."
Dean frowned draining his bottle knowing he needed to stop but he tossed it and grabbed another one. "I can't do normal." He waved the bottle neck from him to Sammy. "We're not normal so how do I raise a child with an ex-angel as if we were normal?"
There were too many questions that needed answers yet Dean didn't know if he would get them but what he did know was that life was going to be difficult, he sighed before taking a swig of his beer and then spoke. It was best to get this shit out while he had an excuse, the alcohol. "I hate that he goes to you for help." Dean licked his bottom lip before shaking his head. "It's my son." Damn that was weird.
Sam sipped his beer, understanding what his brother was saying but Dean had been acting like the world's biggest dick. "I know that but you weren't the world's happiest person when you found out and I guess Cas was hurt by that or he thinks you don't want his gift. Just give him time and show him you can do this."
Dean frowned. "How weird is it Cas's father gave him a child with me." He didn't understand the logic behind it but hey, don't look a gift horse in the mouth and maybe he shouldn't make such a big deal out of it. But it was a little unsettling to have a child thrust upon you so suddenly. "I...I'm…" Dean trailed off unsure what to say.
Sam slapped his brother on the shoulder, he would eventually work it out and get everything together. "Just work through it; don't try to work it all out at once." He squeezed Dean's shoulder "You've got me and Bobby, just with Cas and Dylan now is all. The rest comes as it comes." He pushed to his feet and gave one final squeeze, feeling like this was the start of the new lives. "I'm going to send out Castiel, so talk to him."
Dean nodded as he watched his brother move towards the door and wondered what he would say to Castiel but found himself remaining quiet when the ex-angel sat down next to him; he found it weird to see Cas in normal clothing, no suit, or trench coat. But then things had changed and Cas was human now, that thought alone, had words come tumbling out his mouth, he had to ask. "Why, why did you do it?" Dean looked at Cas, needing that answer the most and would work the rest out form there.
Castiel looked at the sky seeing the rain falling, was his father sad? Where his Brothers and Sisters unhappy with him? "I did not want to go back to my duties and never be able to see you or Sam ever again." He paused for a moment in thought, before expanding on his words. "And I suppose Bobby too, after everything, I did not want to leave."
Dean raised his beer bottle to his lips. "But why do this, I would understand wanting to stay with me-" This was going places he wasn't ready for it to go, so he corrected himself. "-Us, but why the child?"
Castiel found his throat tightening again for reasons unknown to him, being a human was strange, his body reacted to the feelings, he felt inside. "You said to have a normal life would make you happy; to have a dog with a house and child would be the happy ending you wanted so desperately." He frowned as he stared at the rain, before looking to the hunter. "Why did you lie to me if that was not what you wanted?"
Dean shook his head; he hadn't lied exactly. "I didn't lie; I do want it maybe but it was one of those things you just say. The dream that everyone shares, everyone wants." He frowned swiping his tongue over his top lip before speaking again because that hadn't come out right. "I suppose some small part of me wants it but I know with the rest of me that it won't work." He sipped from the bottle thinking about what he just said.
Castiel frowned, finding those words lacking. "You have been given a normal life to be free from all the hunting, so why, when you have it do you simply reject it without trying." He looked back towards the sky feeling heavy, his chest felt heavy where his heart was, the fast beating from before long gone.
Dean finished the bottle before tossing it. "I tried with Lisa and I ended right back where I started, hunting, it's all I am and all I will ever be." He paused with his hand over the top of another beer bottle debating if he should.
Castiel shook his head, something in him didn't agree with Dean's words. "I watched you, I was with you and I know you were always hoping for your brother to come back," He looked at the hunter. "You did not allow yourself to really try because you knew Sam would be back."
Dean shook his head, it wasn't just that, he had tried with her. "I loved her and Ben, we could have had a life together." Yet it wasn't in the way he thought it would be.
Castiel moved his gaze to the ground, he had watched over Dean, even if the man never said his name, or preyed to him, he had always keep eyes on him. "You love the normalcy she and Ben represented, to a degree you did care for her but you knew in your heart it wasn't yours to have with her."
Dean ran a hand down his face, denying and lying shit only tripped him up and made this more complicated so why even try, with anyone else maybe but with Cas, there was no point. The ex-angel knew him better than anyone else, even Sam. "I know that which is why it won't work this time, it didn't then so why now?" What had changed this time around, why would it be different now, what said it would work this time?
Castiel sighed, feeling like a small part of him was cold inside. "It is different, you have your brother and you know your life is your own, no more hunting or fighting and maybe that scare you." He linked his fingers resting them on his folded legs. "To be without cause when you lived your life by it."
Dean sighed as he lay back tucking one hand under his head. "Even when I thought I was free, it comes back so why allow room for change when everything will return to what it was." He looked at the ex-angel waiting for his answer.
Castiel remained quiet thinking about it, he licked his bottom lip before speaking again. "I do not know Dean, we both know your life is your own and to accept change is to acknowledge a small part of you will change or needs to change." He turned to look at the hunter trying to remember why he gave up his grace for the man. He must always remember the reasons why even when at times it seemed Dean didn't want his gift, which was hurtful to him, it hurt him in ways he never thought it would.
"Maybe you are not ready to accept the change." Or his gift.
Dean frowned; he had always wanted to have a perfect normal life, a mother who didn't die by a demon, a father who was there for his children when they need him, not to be exposed to the harsh reality that surrounded them. But yet his life had become one battle after another, this demon to hunt and that one to kill, keeping his brother safe as best as he could and save the world so other people had the chance to live a normal life. Dealing with shit that wouldn't leave them alone, if some darkness wasn't coming for him, it was coming for Sammy and would use anybody they cared for to succeed in its quest.
He became a hunter, he did things he needed to do in order for keep his family safe, strangers safe, and always looking over one shoulder while constantly on the move, had taught him life was no picnic. It was hard and at times harsh, very harsh yet there was always something there to get you by or see you through and when his brother went in the cage, Dean had Lisa and Ben for a short period of time.
He knew he would always be looking over his shoulder or being careful because that was the way he lived most of his life but Dean also knew life could change, that wasn't what scared him.
So then what did scare him?
Castiel watched the stars starting to shine as the rain became a light drizzle, maybe his Father wasn't as sad as before. "I knew I did not want to leave you after everything we have been through, the thought of not being able to see you or speak to you again was too much." And at times confusing, like now for instance.
He found his fingers twisting in his lap and stilled them before speaking again. "I thought to see you smile when your son did something funny or silly would remind me that I was correct in my decision, I love my father, sisters and brothers very much but I knew I would not feel complete being with them and I accepted that."
Dean frowned at the ex-angel's back seeing muscles tensing, feeling slightly alarmed. "I am very greatful for what you did I know how much of a sacrifice it was for you." He never wanted Castiel to regret his decision or resent him for it but Dean was struggling to adjust to this.
Castiel swallowed, he believed Dean's words, even if reaction to this situation didn't match them. "I have no real knowledge of how to be a human or what life will give me when I can only control it to a certain degree but I knew I would be happy to remain here with you for that time, so I wanted to make sure you were happy in life as my last gift to you."
Dean sighed, "I know Cas but why a child?" A child was something else altogether.
Castiel looked at the sky as the heavy feeling in his chest grew. "You find it difficult to be with people not like you but you have always wanted to have a child, so my last gift was to give you a son of your own." He looked at the hunter. "For you alone and no one else, so it can't be taken from you."
Dean closed his eyes feeling too many different emotions at the same time to try and work out exactly what he was feeling but he knew above all that he was happy, greatful to Castiel for his gift and his sacrifice. Just felt humbled and confused as well by how much of a gift Cas was giving to him, they were no small things on their own, but together it was overwhelming.
Castiel came to his feet. "I did everything for you, so why can you not accept my gift?" He watched green eyes open. "By allowing yourself to be happy and have the life you always wanted."
Was it that simple?
Dean watched Castiel walk back in the house, he had the sense he hurt Cas by struggling to be normal but he hadn't meant too yet he knew he couldn't fix it until he had his answer as to why he was scared.
What was he scared of when it wasn't the change?
He spent most of the morning laid on Bobby's porch watching the sky lighten sipping his last beer, savouring the taste before having to kiss his long-time friend goodbye because having a hangover and dealing with a baby was a recipe for disaster. He went over things in his head but it just confused him even more so he gave up coming to a decision, Dean needed to get Dylan sorted before even attempting to straighten himself out.
As the dawn broke Dean held his near empty beer bottle up. "So long my friend." He drained the last of the bottle before tossing it next to the others and sighed, no more alcohol, late nights or the random one night stands. But hello to the early mornings and dirty diapers with the screaming fits, along with other things but it can't be all that bad can it? A million people had kids every day and they knew what they were doing…so it wasn't that difficult was it.
-.-.-
Sam frowned at the instructions. "You're doing it wrong." He turned the piece of paper upside down then right side up, looking at the instruction with a tilted head. "Pull the leaver on the side." He moved his eyes to Dean who was holding back a cussing storm as he fought with the baby contraption.
"F…." Dean watched Bobby glare at him from his chair. "Farm animals." He frowned feeling his shoulders drop as he pushed the strange contraption away from him. "Just carry him." He leaned back on his hands wanting a beer or some whiskey.
Castiel frowned. "These socks are too small." They didn't fight the little boy's….mental correction his son's feet so why did Dean buy them, he held them out to Sam but looked at Dean when the hunter stood up shaking his head before snatching them.
"There mits in case he starches himself." Dean frowned as he put them over his son's hands wondering who came up with these strange things. "He might scratch his face because his nails are sharp or something like that."
Castiel frowned, not understanding the logic of those mits. "But human's use nails to scratch and they can't be that sharp he is only a small baby." He looked towards Bobby who had a baby book then at Sam when he made a loud sound of triumph and punched the air.
"Got it." Sam grinned as he looked at the buggy or was it a push chair, no wait the baby was still too young so that meant it was a pram, he paused feeling confused then decided whatever it was it had wheels and you could push Dylan in it.
Bobby sighed as he tossed the book over his shoulder not finding anything on mits and scratching. "It can't be that dangerous because…." He trailed off before shrugging. "It's just not that dangerous." There enough said and beside Dylan was a Winchester, he wasn't meant to be coddled. Ok so just a little because he was still so small but not wrapped up in cotton wool kind of thing, he moved to stand next to Dean seeing the little boy looking at his dad or was it father.
"Who's the daddy?"
Dean frowned as he looked at Bobby. "You know who the daddies are." He placed his hands on the sides of the crib really looking at Bobby. "Are you ok, you do remember that don't you." When did he start looking so old?
Bobby took his cap and used it to slap Dean upside his head. "Boy, I'm perfectly fine." He placed his cap back on his head, elaborating on what he meant. "I meant who is the dad or daddy while the other one is what?"
"Papa."
"Father."
"Dad."
Dean looked at his brother then Castiel before back at Bobby understanding what he meant. "Well Dad and Daddy." He pointed to himself for the former and Cas for the latter.
Sam stood next to Castiel looking at his nephew. "Ok but when he's like twenty three and bringing a girlfriend over for dinner I don't think he wants be saying Daddy in front of her, so he would shorten it to Dad."
Dean shrugged one shoulder. "So, what's wrong with that?"
Bobby slid his hands into his pocket. "If he calls you both Dad then you won't know which one he wants when he calls out to you."
Dean stared at the little boy, right so they had a point, but he would let Cas have first pick. "Ok well Cas what do you want?"
Castiel looked from Dean to his son. "Father will do and you can be the Daddy."
Sam snorted then coughed trying to cover his amusement at the way Castiel had said it but his brother didn't find it funny.
"It's not like I'm the mom." Dean glared at his brother then looked at Cas. "You can be the mommy."
"But I'm his father." Castiel frowned unsure of what the hunter or former hunter meant exactly. "Do you want me to be a woman."
Bobby sighed. "No Castiel, but what he meant was he will be the dad and you assume the mother role." He frowned at Dean knowing his face was going to be frozen like this when he was laid to rest. A great big frown on his face instead of the peaceful look from just Dean and Sam, along with the stress they bring but that was neither here nor there. "Why does Cas have to assume the mother role?"
Sam shrugged one shoulder. "So he doesn't grow up like Dean." If his nephew turned out to be like his brother than all hope was lost, thank goodness Castiel was around.
Dean snapped his head up. "Shut up my son won't grow up conceited or an asshole and two men do fine jobs on their own there's no need for a mother role." He watched his brother grin in amusement at his answer.
Castiel frowned, "But why did you say I could have the mother role then." Was it normally this confusion to have a baby and be a parent?
Sam grinned at his brother going for a jibe. "With you as its father of course it will be conceited." He stepped back rapidly when Dean tried to grab his shirt. "I'm just saying." He moved to the other end of the crib still grinning at his brother. If he was going to act like a prick then Sam would treat him like one until he stopped being one, like this was easy for Castiel either yet Dean still acted weird with him, since there talk on the porch.
Dean growled at his brother. "Wait till I get hold of you." He returned his attention to Castiel feeling tense and sighed, "Look two men do a fine job, hell even two women can do a damn fine job I was just talking crap because I didn't like your tone."
Castiel frowned as he stood at one side of the crib. "I will use a more manly tone in future." He watched Dean tense his jaw and looked to Sam who was grinning in amusement while Bobby looked in the crib from the other side. He looked at his son who was looking from one person to the next and found his lips lifting when Dylan made a happy noise as he waved one arm before mouthing the mit.
Dean smiled as Sam rested one hand on the wood of the crib smiling aswell; Castiel felt his smile grow as he looked at his little boy.
Bobby briefly grinned confident that Dylan would be just fine with the four of them in one house doing the best they can.
-.-.-
Correction Bobby couldn't handle it; the four of them in his house seemed to make it feel that much smaller when Bobby knew his house was anything but small. The crying in the night was a given but did they have to fight and bicker over who feed him or who did what…. yes, they bliddy well did and it was starting to annoy him.
For the past four nights he had gotten up to sort it out because it was ridiculous, Sam was only trying to help but Dean didn't like the way he 'helped' and kept pointing out it was his son which made Sam point out he was the Uncle. Leave Castiel to be confused why they needed to state their relationship to Dylan all the time and took name tags to help clear the confusion by putting them on Dean and Sam stating what they were to Dylan.
It brought amusement to the men for all of one night before they were right back at it and Castiel tried to make the bottle himself while Dean and Sam stood arguing but that didn't go well, that night Bobby lost his microwave.
It was such a shame; he really loved that microwave they had been together for many, many happy years.
His agitation grew when dirty diapers started popping up in places they shouldn't be and the toys every morning, someone always fell over the damn things, mainly him, Dylan was four months old did he really need toys.
The most he did was sleep, eat and poop….a lot of pooping.
It was pushing Bobby to the edge and he didn't even know he had an edge until they pushed him to it, among the dirty clothes piled up with surprise presents (dirty diapers), the pots piled high along with no hot water and a crying baby made Bobby reach the decision that they needed to move out his house before he did.
Dean frowned. "Where am I supposed to go, I don't really have a lot of money and buying a house is expensive." He looked at Bobby waiting for an answer knowing he should have pulled his weight with the house work. Maybe he could sweet talk him around and really pull his weight yet that when the window when Bobby sat in his arm chair….oops, he really should have put that in the bin.
Bobby sat down in his chair then stiffened as he heard a squelch. "I don't care." He moved his hand to his ass and pulled it back knowing he sat on surprise present. "I will give you the money myself, hell I will pay for you to move half way across the world as long as I get my house back."
After those words passed his lips, Bobby in fact did end up paying for a house but laid down the rules for the house, it had to be in a nice area that was safe and the neighbours checked out to be normal with no skeletons in the closets. Another condition was that it had to have garden with a garage, plus a room for him when he stayed during the holidays because he didn't really want them to move half way around the world.
Yet he never told them that, he just said he had to have a room.
Dean agreed with these conditions and after hunting for a house they had found one, the last rules was it had to be close enough for him to visit when he wanted.
Dean turned around in the spacious living room with its neutral colours and watched Sam moving about in the back garden as Castiel stood by the pram. "I like it." He looked over his shoulder at Bobby, waiting for his answer.
Bobby nodded. "So do I." He moved to stand beside Dean watching the others through the window and saw Sam stood swinging his arms as if saying they could place something here then there. "You know just because I want you out my house doesn't mean I don't want to be around." He coughed as he slid his hands into his pockets.
Dean nodded. "I mean I know that." He coughed. "You don't have to say anything; I mean Bobby you been like my…" He coughed watching Sam looking over into the neighbour's garden. "…You've…" He coughed again, feeling choked up with emotions.
Bobby nodded, feeling the same way. "Good I mean I want to help with Dylan, can't have too many Uncles you know." He looked at the far wall before shuffling on his feet.
Dean coughed again, frowning at the words because he didn't seem Bobby as an Uncle. "Yeah, I mean I thought you might want to be his grandfather or something but Uncle is cool." He glanced at the stairs before looking at the ceiling.
Bobby glanced at Dean in surprise. "His grandfather."
Dean looked at Bobby and shrugged one shoulder. "I mean you've been there for me and Sam." He slid one hand into his pocket. "And everyone needs a grandfather and Dylan won't have one since you know." He waved his other hand at the ceiling before waving at the floor. His father was dead so that meant no grandfathers and he always though Bobby would make a cool dad but since that time was passed sadly without Bobby having kids of him own…. maybe a grandfather.
Bobby coughed clearing his throat as he spoke again. "I'm…" Damn voice came out raspy so he coughed again. "I would like that, very much." He looked at Dean nodding.
Dean nodded, his lips curving up. "Great." He looked at the floor before finding an arm wrapping around him as Bobby pulled him closer, he raised his arms returning the hug and squeezed the man who meant more to him than words could express.
"I'm proud of you, after everything you got Sammy home and you got a family of your own." Bobby clapped Dean's back as he nodded. "I'm proud of you and you know I love you."
Dean nodded. "I love you too Bobby." His voice was rough, thick with emotion so he coughed then broke apart when the door opened and Sam's voice came in the room along with the realtors. "What."
Sam frowned, knowing he walked in a moment. "Everything ok?" He watched Bobby pull his cap further down his forehead as he nodded before pointing to the kitchen and moving off while Dean rolled his shoulders as he straightened his jacket claiming everything was fine.
The realtor fiddled with her file "So, what do we think." She looked from one man to the others not really knowing what she walked in on or exactly who would be moving in but she smiled brightly when one of the man spoke.
"We'll take it." Dean looked at Cas, who just nodded while moving the pram forward then back towards him as he looked at the woman with a slight frown and nodded when she spoke rapidly, his poor ex-angel didn't understand why she was so happy.
But hopefully after they moved in, maybe Cas would be happy too.
-.-.-
Exactly one week since they bought the house, they moved in, after procuring all the necessary things required to make a house a home, like furniture, then they began the process of moving the stuff in however the first plan of action for the men was the baby's room.
Dean shook his head, not liking Sammy floor plan for the nursey. "Why would I want the crib there; Dylan would get cold if I left the window open." He pointed to the far wall next to the door. "If I put it there, he will be fine."
Sam sat in the plush chair placed in one corner of the room. "Yeah but every time you close the door or open it, it will disturb Dylan, so put it there." He pointed to the wall next to him, the one with the window. "Plus this way he will get to see the sky and that amuses babies when there little doesn't it."
Dean watched Cas walk into the room placing a bag of stuff on the floor. "I don't want him to be blinded by the sun, if he's looking at it directly, he could blind himself." He picked up a rattle and launched it at his brother who was scoffing at his words.
"Blind him what are you stupid, he won't be looking directly at it because it's not in his face and if it hurt's he will look away." Sam watched his brother glaring at him but really, come on the kid wasn't going to blind himself.
Dean felt his face sliding into its normal look and feared his face would always be like this, Dylan's birthday or graduation and his friends would be like 'Hey why's your dad frowning' then Dylan would be like; 'That's him looking happy.' He really needed to stop frowning, so he raised his eyebrows up in a bid to stop frowning. "I don't want him to wake up fussing when the sun is shining in his eyes, because even you wake up when the sun's in your face."
Sam frowned wondering what his brother was doing with his eyebrows. "Well I don't think it should go right by the door, put it against that wall then." He pointed to the wall where Castiel was stood, the wall between his and Dean's choice.
Dean shrugged one shoulder before nodding. "I can live with that." He tossed his head at Sam to grab the other end and waited till his brother grabbed the bottom before lifting, he groaned slightly at the weight. It was a dark mahogany crib that was damn expensive and very large considering there was only Dylan in it, Dean looked at the crib. "Hey Sam you think you could sit in that."
Sam paused for a moment. "Don't know why you want me to try." He looked at his brother smirking "But wouldn't it be better if you did it being shorter and all."
Dean curled his lip before smirking. "Can't Sam, I'm a man." He watched Sam blink at him far from being amused. "I've got muscles unlike you who is a pencil."
Sam ran his tongue over his bottom lip. "Since you're the man, I'll let you do this one your own and I'm not a pencil, I was proportioned right at birth." He smiled smugly at Dean who was glaring at him "So shorty what's it to be."
"I'll drop your ass that's what." Dean shoved the crib at Sam who shoved it right back as they were stood in the middle of the room, he narrowed his eyes on his brother. "Move or I will mow you down."
Sam planted his feet. "Try it." He pushed his weight against the crib end as Dean did the same on the upper end not wanting to be defeated by his brother. "Old man give it up."
Dean shoved the crib again. "Old man I'm nearly 34, you idiot." He stumbled backward slightly when Sam shoved again. "I'm four years older than you." He glared at his brother refusing to give up this fight; he was no old man, not like Bobby.
Sam grinned. "Just think you will be forty four when Dylan is ten." He watched Dean's face slowly paling as he swallowed before taking a deep breath. "Dean." He watched his brother lower the crib and place his hands on his knees.
-.-.-
Bobby wiped his forehead with the back of his hand as he entered Dylan's room seeing Dean trying to take in air while Sam was rubbing his back while prep talking him. "What is this?" He held his hands up. "Are you Idjits, kidding me?"
Sam looked at Bobby, this was serious. "He's having an anxiety or panic attack or something."
Dean held one finger up in the universal sign for 'I need a moment.'
Bobby pulled his cap off and walked across the small space and slapped both men upside their heads. "I just nearly broke my back carrying a couch in with Castiel and you two are having a moment."
Sam stood up rubbing the back of his head. "He was a little frightened." He leaned back when Bobby leaned closer. "Ok I get it." He grabbed the bottom of the crib and waited till Dean had the top end before lifting it. When they had it in place against the wall, they both moved down the stairs to finish unloading the truck but Dean paused making the others go still as well. "Guys where's Cas and Dylan?"
-.-.-
"I just need a puppy." Castiel looked at the woman then at Dylan wanting her to hurry up in case Dylan woke up because he didn't want his son to start crying when Sam wasn't around…or Dean for that matter.
"What kind of puppy do you want; we have Alsatians, Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, Labradors or Golden retriever puppies." The lady smiled at the man. "Is it for your baby?"
Castiel frowned. "No his Dad." He felt his frown deepen when she gave him a strange look, maybe he had gotten his tone wrong when saying Dad, he would have to find out the manly way to say it so Dean didn't get offended.
The lady smiled. "So what type of person is he?"
Castiel blinked. "A man." He thought that was clear when he said Dad but she just shook her head before smiling, what was funny now?
"I mean is he the manly type or is he in touch with his feminine side or does he like a certain type of dog?"
Castiel frowned. "He is a manly type." But what did that have to do with dogs, he followed her towards a circle thing, that housed a load of puppies running about, some were playing with each other while others were getting strokes from people. He watched for a while as the woman talked about the different types and what was good with children but he couldn't look passed a strange little puppy, it looked wrinkly on its face.
Kind of like when Dean frowned and it had some down its back while it was short and a little fat, with a very short tail, Castiel found his lips lifting at the corners and watched as the small puppy ran at another but hit the side when the other puppy moved out the way. "What is that one?"
The lady followed his finger. "That's a British bulldog, do you want to see it?" She clicked her fingers to get its attention but it just sat on its bottom looking at her, it groaned and tilted it head at her clicking fingers.
Castiel checked the pram seeing Dylan was still sleeping and bent down until he rested on the balls of his feet. "It looks just like him." He watched the woman frown at him before looking back at the dog. He spoke to clear up her confusion. "He always frowns." Castiel rested one arm on the side letting his hand hang inside looking at the puppy. "Hello."
The lady couldn't help the smile that stole over her as the man talked to the dog, it was so formal and normally people used a friendly tone….sometimes a childlike tone as if they were speaking to a child.
The puppy mouthed at the air before standing up and coming over with its little tail wagging, Castiel smiled as he patted the dog's head. "I think I want this one."
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Dean frowned as he looked through the store window wondering where they hell Castiel had got to and felt his frown move into a glare, when a woman shot him a dirty look through the window while pulling her child away from the window. Cheeky cow, he wasn't looking at her anyway, he pulled back before moving down the street looking through more shop windows but came up empty. "Damn it."
Dean turned around as he slid his hands into his coat pockets and swept his eyes over the street, seeing a few old people moving like snails while a few young people who were in capable of walking skated along the street on skateboards. He looked down the right side of the street and saw a few women stood at the end around a dark blue pram, Dean moved slightly to see between two women's head and saw a head of dark hair. "Castiel."
He turned his head when he heard Dean and saw the man crossing the street. "Hello Dean." Castiel smiled in greeting before looking at the various women stood around him, he was currently trying to get his puppy back, as they took it. He knew human's committed crimes but wasn't it usually under different circumstances, like when it was mainly dark or when robbing someone didn't they normally wear a mask so you could not recognise them…. yet he clearly saw these women trying to take the puppy.
Dean smiled at the ladies before speaking to Cas. "Where'd you go I was looking all over for you." He noticed a bulldog puppy; he had always thought them strange looking dogs it was as if they didn't have enough body, leaving them bulky. He returned is attention to the puppy and raised his hand to stroke its head watching as it tried to lick his fingers but couldn't, what a strange dog. "Let's get back, everything's moved in but Sam and Bobby are still looking for you." Dean turned away pulling his phone out his pocket.
Castiel nodded before holding his hand out to the woman who kidnapped his dog and waited to see if she was going to put up a fight but when she gave him it back he just smiled. "Thank you." He placed the dog back in the box resting on the pram cover. The woman in the pet store assured him Dylan wasn't being squished or hurt by the box with the little and slightly fat puppy in it, yet he was still a little unsure.
Dean watched the women leave and frowned as he stared at the box on the pram. "What is that?" He asked the question while waiting for Sam to pick up the phone and watched Castiel smile at the box but it wasn't the stiff kind. It was an actual lifting of the lips at the corners which clearly showed his amusement, while his eyebrows dipped a little; it had him smiling while moving closer to the box seeing the puppy.
Castiel looked at Dean. "I got you a puppy." He believed the man really did want the dream as he put it, when they spoke so he got the man this dog and Bobby got the house now, all Dean had to do was accept it. Something was keeping him back and while Castiel may not know what that was, he would help the hunter as best as he could, showing him he had nothing to be scared of.
Dean raised one eyebrow as he spoke into the phone. "Hey Sam, yeah I got him, we'll met you back at the house." He hung up, sliding his phone into his pocket and stared at the dog. "Why did you get me a bulldog?"
Castiel started walking. "I thought it looked and reminded me of you, so I got it." He paused and turned around when Dean stopped walking. "What?"
Dean frowned. "How does a bulldog look like me?" He didn't look short or bulky. He was taller than Cas and not much shorter than Sam, his brother was just a freaking Giant who made everyone look small.
Castiel pulled it out the box and held it to his chest. "Like now." He rubbed his fingertip over the puppy's winkles on its head. "Your frowning which looks like the dog." He held the dog to his chest with one hand, as he returned the other to the pram.
He didn't know whether to be offended or flattered…. maybe because at least Cas didn't imply he was short or bulky. Dean raised his fingers to his forehead and tried to sooth his frown away as he looked at the dog, who was mouthing the air not seeing how it had similarities to him but don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Stepping forward Dean took the puppy. "Thanks Cas." He smiled as he stroked the puppy's head wondering what he would call it.
Castiel smiled as he looked at Dean, who was playing with the puppy while walking then looked at the sleeping little boy before lifting his head continuing to walk along… this was nice.
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