A/N: I actually have four chapters of this done, so that's pretty great; three chapters for everyone to read. Just uploading this now so I don't forget later; I'm still writing it. I'm currently on the fourth chapter. BTW, Anthony is modeled after a real friend of mine; I have his consent. As a side note, I'd like to say that Castiel and Dean are canon in this universe, as of the time that this fanfiction takes place; that is, Season Six, a month or two after Sam gets his soul back so this will contain spoilers; if you don't care, read on. Otherwise, this is a completely AU universe, since it won't be merging in with the original plot line. Things that are the same: (SPOILERS) Sam gets his soul back; Dean gets kicked out of Ben and Lisa's house; Castiel is dealing with his Civil War. Otherwise, that's about it.
Otherwise, I do not own Supernatural, the rights belong to its owners; A.K.A not me. Anyway, hope you enjoy, Read and Review, but try not to flame. Thanks!
Chapter 2 - Son of a Vampire
After a few hours of bickering, they had decided that they all had no choice but to look after the baby. However, Castiel wasn't quite in sync with the two siblings, as he hadn't expected to be involved with this. Dean had somewhat forced him to stay; however, it wasn't like he minded. What he did mind was Sam yelling at him, but the angel of the Lord decided to put up with it for now. After a while, Sam had left due to the rising tension and stress filling the room, so Dean and him could speak more privately. Not like it changed much though, it mostly changed whose job it was to take care of the baby boy. Dean, having experience with a son – Ben – had to be the one who took care of it. The only trouble was who was going to be Daddy number two. Knowing his lover, Cas, had a civil war to fight, he had tried to put it on Sam, but the younger Winchester wasn't having it. He deemed that since they were lovers, they should have to opportunity. Naturally, Dean wasn't all against it, but after Sam left, and he was pushing more of it onto the angel, Cas became annoyed.
"Dean, I don't understand what you're asking me." A slightly frustrated Castiel said.
Dean sighed. "I'm asking you if you can look after the kid." He repeated, for the fifth time.
Castiel frowned, as he turned around to face him. "I don't have time, Dean, you know this." He mumbled. Dean sighed, as he looked down at the ground, at his shoes, before tilting his head back up, his eyes on him.
"Cas, I know your busy, but please. I mean, can't you just look after him when we're going to be out for a while? Sam's here too, so you probably won't have to do it that much, just please…."
Cas sighed, as he looked at Dean more, Dean's face holding an expression of desperation. Castiel looked around more, trying to think, before looking back at him. "I… Okay, fine… If you really require me to do s-"
The angel couldn't finish his sentence, as Dean had cut him off with a large hug. "Thanks, Cas; I really appreciate it." He pulled back, and smiled. "Hey; it'll be like raising a family, you and I. And Sam's the baby sitter!" He joked, grinning at the angel.
Castiel, looked at Dean, pondering the thought, before cracking a small smile of his own. "Yes, I think that would be nice; what is the tiny one's name, though?" He questioned.
Dean thought for a second. "Good question… Any ideas?"
Castiel stared at him. "I am uncertain of any good names to name the baby. It is a vampire. How about Dracula?"
Dean shook his head, before staring at Cas. "Wait; a vampire?"
The angel nodded. "Did you not know? The child is a vampire. Its parents were turned, and so was he."
"Great, we're raising a freak."
"Dean, if you want me to get rid of it, I can-"
"No, Castiel; we're not going to kill a baby. We already said we'd raise it, so we will. And do you understand what that comes with?"
Castiel frowned. "I do not."
"It means that even if it's messed up, it's still blood; though this one may not be… directly related… we still said we'd take care of it, and if you decide to help me or not, I will take care of him."
Castiel stared his familiar stare at Dean. "Very well. I will assist you. Though we still require a name."
Dean paused. "Anthony."
"Anthony?"
"Yes, his name is Anthony."
"Very well." Castiel smiled once again, as he looked into the crib of the small boy. He was pale-skinned, with brown eyes, as well as dusty, brown straight tiny locks. "Hello tiny human." Castiel said, in his regular, rough and stern voice. The tiny baby looked up at him, and giggled slightly. Cas lowered his hands and picked him up, and held him in his arms, cradling him slightly. The baby let out another excited noise, as he looked over at Dean, who was smiling at the two.
"Y'know Cas, you look like a natural, the way you're holding him."
"A natural? What do you mean?"
"I mean; as if you've done this before."
"Oh, um. Thank you, I suppose."
Dean laughed as Castiel looked down at the small human in his arms, as he lowered him back into the crib. He looked up, as if he was staring or listening to something. Dean's heart dropped. Of course…. Of all the times that his angel had to be called, it was after this.
"Dean, I have t-"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it, go on, and take care of your little war…."
Cas frowned as he walked over to Dean. "Dean, I'm sorry, I have business to attend to; I am in the middle of war."
Dean sighed. It wasn't as if he could blame him. "Yeah, I just… I just wish you could spend more time here, Y'know?"
Castiel frowned. "I understand; I will try. Your needs are always the priority. You know that." He leaned forward, as his lips brushed against Dean's, before he pulled back. Dean's eyes were closed, as he savored the feeling. When he opened him, he was gone. Left alone, in a motel room, with a child.