Chapter 2

All love stories are tales of beginnings. When we talk about falling in love, we go to the beginning, to pinpoint the moment of free fall – Meghan O'Rourke

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The thing about dreams is the lack of reality. A little girl never worries about dealing with security or uncomfortably long state dinners when she dreams of being a princess. A young boy never concerns himself with the lack of clean drinking water, scurvy, or backbreaking work when he dreams of being a pirate.

Becky was beginning to understand her desire for Sam didn't take into account his bitchy moods. Under the potion? He was a model husband and sexy as hell. Now? He was still sexy as hell, but he was so needy.

It was such a marked change from the Sam she knew from before Las Vegas that Becky currently spent her evenings researching what the potion she'd dosed him with could have been, and what the long term side effects were. A little vicious thought kept clawing at her telling her this affection from him was nothing more than a long delayed reaction. Becky was not Sam's type, and while she was wanted him… She couldn't shake her worries.

They sat in her Camry on the way to a steakhouse while her thoughts stormed. She was warring with guilt at not alerting Sam the moment she realized what he was doing on her bed and the fact that she wished she had recorded it. She was such a bad person sometimes.

On top of that? Sam still hadn't stopped with the apologies. Like he was the only one who was perving earlier. Still, it had freaked her out. She felt like a fish out of water with how quickly she flip flopped on all things concerning Sam. One moment she was turned on, the next she was guilty. One had her teasing him, the next had her worried about his mental health.

"I'm so sorry," he said again as she pulled to a stop at the light.

"I get it Sam, but still. That's my house; we aren't married," she mostly felt afraid and frustrated that she could have shot him. Plus, she'd totally have put a show on if he asked. Would it put her in the slutty category to tell him that right now? Probably.

"Should be though," Sam muttered. Becky decided to ignore him; when the hunter started pouting, she'd discovered the easiest way to deal with it was to just move on. Just mentally remind herself it was the potion. Probably.

"What I do in my bedroom isn't any of your business," she knew she was baiting him just a little bit. Sam baiting had turned out to be really easy. Becky completely understood why Dean did it so much in the books.

"We've been dating for well over three or four months Becks – I think it's safe to say it is my business," he groused.

"You've taken me to dinner and kissed me six times. Once was in front of my office to piss off the Slut and Dr. Whore. That's not exactly exclusive territory Sam," Becky wished she wasn't so pitiful as to actually count the number of times he'd kissed her, but it was what it was.

"So I need to kiss you more?" he asked. "Because you only have to say something Becks. I thought we were still trying to work through the whole Sam's just crazy from the potion thing. If making out is on the table, I'm all for that."

"This whole thing just doesn't make sense to me. Dr. Katz says…"

"I hate him," Sam said with more than a little venom in his voice. Becky sighed.

"You don't know him Sam. He's helped me," she repeated for the millionth time. This was not a new argument.

"Helped you? He tried to tell you I wasn't real. He doesn't believe a damned thing about hunting or the supernatural. He thinks you made our marriage up!" It never failed to piss Sam off. Becky knew what he'd brought up was true, but the part Sam didn't see were the parts of her that had broken. So while Dr. Katz believed she had deeper issues, he started working on her self-esteem first while pecking at the big problems. That had made all the difference in the world.

"Sam, how else would somebody explain what happens? I'm lucky he didn't want to medicate me. Anyway, I'm not talking about this," she cut the topic off. There wasn't going to be a different outcome, so why waste a date night talking about it? Correction: why waste another date night?

"Okay. You're right Becks. Moving on. So, what would you do if you got a midnight call for bail money?" Sam asked. He'd started months ago. He would ask a casual question about how she would deal with random issues that might pop up if she lived a hunting life. For the most part, they were fun.

"Is it you, Dean, or somebody else?" she asked after thinking for a moment.

"Let's start with me."

"Are we in the same town or not?"

"Not," Sam said with a grin. This had quickly become their favorite game.

"What's the charge?"

"Doesn't matter," he answered quickly.

"Would I bail you out of jail for a random crime while you were out of town?" she asked.

"Yeah," Sam nodded.

"Yes, of course. I would come get you; it might take a day or two drive time to get there to post the bail," Becky said. "If it was Dean? Of course I'd go, but I might take an extra day to drive. A random hunter? I guess I would if you told me they were good for it."

"Cool," Sam grinned. Becky sometimes wondered if this was like an extended interview: The world's longest interview for a girlfriend position. Not that she was his girlfriend. She was his… ex-stalker-wife.

"My turn," Becky said as she tried to figure out a way to phrase her question. "I know you're loyal to Dean, and I would never think to come between that. In fact, any girl would be stupid to try, but…"

Sam got a weary look on his face. They'd stayed away from subjects that involved Dean in more than a playful capacity. When your ex's brother would happily show you the business end of any number of weapons, it tended to be a no go area. She wasn't even sure why she was asking, but it had been bothering her.

"Grr. Okay, some big bad has Dean… Wait. Okay – We, well, you. You have a baby. And the big bad has Dean and the baby tied up. Can you tie a baby up? Doesn't matter - anyway, you can only save one. Who do you save?" Becky bit her lip as Sam's jaw dropped. That was pretty heavy.

"Wow. I'm a little pissed that you would even have to ask a question like that actually," Sam's brow was furrowed.

Oh. Why had she asked? Well, Sam played this question game as if they were still married and how would things be handled. He even asked if she would have kids; given that, it seemed like a relevant question to know how far he'd go to protect the baby if it meant his brother would suffer.

"First, the baby of course. Second, it wouldn't be worth saving Dean. He would kill me the second we escaped for leaving his niece or nephew in there. Plus, ya' know – baby," Sam frowned at her.

"Just checking. You two do weird things to save each other," she hedged. When he laid it out like that it did sound stupid. "Soul selling and all. So… yeah."

"I would save you before Dean as well. He could save himself," Sam gave her a look that just confused her. It wasn't lust or love. It was…

"Right. So, your turn?" she asked after clearing her throat and turning her full attention back to the road.

"That's been on your mind a while huh?" Sam asked. Shut up Sam. Jesus, he really was all about 'feelings' like in the books. She'd thought that was just played up. Nope.

Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

"I guess," Becky confessed quietly. "Sam? What is this? Why do we play this 'what if' game?"

There. She finally asked the real question she wanted an answer to. They pulled into the parking lot, and she quickly found a spot in the back. Turning the car off, she turned and waited for Sam's answer.

"Oh. I thought you knew," he said. She shook her head. "I'm easing you into the hunting life.

Sam leaned over and cupped the back of her neck, giving a little pull to bring up half way across the center console. He tenderly brushed her cheek with his other hand.

Without another word, he pressed his lips against hers. Her hands clutched at his shirt, and that seemed to catapult Sam's passion. His hand slipped from her neck only to wrap around her waist as he bodily hauled her into his lap.

"Whoa," Becky gasped. It should have been awkward – the way he'd pulled her over the center console. In reality, it made her feel small and precious. There was also the very real excitement of Sam wanting her so much he had to have her in his lap.

Oh, and what a lap it was… His thighs were strong and there was a very well defined bulge that she wanted to grind down on. Wait – what were they talking about?

Sam's mouth skimmed across her jaw, and Becky actually felt her panties getting wet. His hands slid down to perch on her hips; if her body rolled into the touch causing Sam to groan in her ear, well – that was understandable. Tall, hot, and sexy was making out with her in a car. In a public parking lot. With people.

"Sam, people," Becky breathed out just before his teeth closed on her earlobe.

"Just us right here," the hunter whispered before caressing the shell of her ear with his nimble tongue.

His tongue. It had featured in most of her recent fantasies; he had the ability to completely unravel her with just a few strokes.

Oh yeah, that sounded good. Just the two of them, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as they shut out the rest of the world. This… This is what she'd dreamed of when he'd dosed him. And then there was the very real possibility that Sam was suffering some kind of flashback or maybe delayed reaction.

"Were you worried I wouldn't protect any baby you let me put in here Becks?" he asked as his hands settled on her hips, his thumbs rubbing circles just below her belly button. Right where a child would grow…

"Ah," was her only response. How was she supposed to think when his touches coaxed her to grab everything he was offering – regardless of his reasons for offering?

Was it really bad if she decided to not care if it was a reaction or flashback? Would her soul be damned if she just went along with him when he held her like this and talked about wanting a life together.

Sam's hips thrust up lazily coaxing a bolt of raw lust to sizzle through her body. Becky gave in and rolled her mound against him. The groan that came from her hunter – that was something she could get used to hearing on a regular basis.

They didn't really need to eat, right?

"We're going to get married again. I'm just showing you how good you'll adjust to working with hunters," he murmured as his hands moved up her back in a sensual caress.

Her jaw dropped. That seemed to answer the whole friend or more than friend question; though the kissing should have been her first clue. Unfortunately, it also added a data point for her research into how far backward his behavior had regressed to his potion dosed self. Crap.

"I-" for once Becky didn't know what to say. Her tummy however decided to throw its weight around and growled loudly.

"Let's go in. I'm hungry," the hunter smiled at her and opened the car door before assisting Becky out.

Dinner. She could do dinner. With a guy who… Was that a proposal? That was a shitty proposal. He'd done a better job the first time.

"Don't think for one minute that I'd say yes to a crappy off handed proposal like that Sam Winchester!" she called out as he unfolded his frame from the car. He stopped and looked at her with a grin.

"So, that means you'd yes to a different type of proposal? Good to know," he winked at her.

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Since moving permanentlyback into Bobby's old house, Dean found himself running into people he knew from the few times they'd stayed here during their childhood. An old neighbor, a friend, and every once in a while, an old flame.

Standing with Cas in the local Kroger, he looked at the brown headed woman would forever claim the title of Dean's first kiss. He'd always had fond memories of Marlene. She was a pretty farmer's daughter type of girl, and they had been good friends who both just wanted to get that stupid first kiss out of the way.

"Dean!" she grinned and wrapped him in a huge hug. The spike of jealousy from Cas was sharp and promised a less than peaceful evening. Angels were just as difficult as girlfriends in some ways.

"Marlene - long time no see! I'd like you to meet my partner Castiel," Dean smiled over at Cas. Within a second the angel was holding an armful of Marlene.

"It is so great to meet you Castiel. I've heard on the grapevine about Dean's hottie, but I've wanted to actually talk to you. Did you know Dean and I kissed each other for the first time and it was so awful… I didn't kiss anybody else for years. It scarred me," the peppy brunet winked at Cas. Dean had felt the jealousy turn to shock at being hugged by a stranger. Now…

"It is lovely to meet you Marlene. As for Dean's kissing, well it is vastly improved. I can only assume he was inspired from your excellent example to try and improve himself," Cas said. Dean felt his jaw drop. What. The. Hell. Where did socially awkward Cas come up with that?

"I like you!" she grinned. A small noise had her turning and cooing at the baby carrier in the cart. "Oh, and I want you to meet Myles James Williams."

Dean felt his heart melt. Soon, they would have one of these. Well, something like this anyway. Would their baby fly? Most parents worried about ten fingers and ten toes; they had to worry about wings and angelic powers. Did angels have litters? It would be just one, right? He really needed to read that book thing.

"He is strong like a warrior, Marlene. You have been blessed beyond measure," Castiel touched two fingers to little Myles forehead. Dean wasn't sure what Cas did, but the baby smiled.

"Thanks, he certainly fights diaper changing time," she looked at her son like he was her whole world. Dean's mind took a mental snapshot of the picture they made. Mother and son. He was sure Mary had held him with that look on her beautiful face when he was so small. It was the same way he would look at their child. Pure love.

"Do you mind?" Dean asked as he held his hands out. A small part of his brain raised the very valid concern that Dean had no idea what to do with a little squirt this small. All floppy headed and bleary eyes.

"Of course," Marlene said as she rested her son in the hunter's arms.

"Look Cas, a baby," Dean grinned like a damn fool.

"That is an excellent observation Dean," the angel smiled back. Little Myles started twitching and burped. Luckily, nothing followed the burp, but Marlene reached over to take the baby back before they pushed their luck.

"You're a natural Dean," she said softly as she took Myles back.

"Thanks. Hopefully…" Dean trailed off and glanced at Cas who was still looking at the baby like he was a puzzle.

"That's amazing. Call me anytime you have questions, ok?" she grabbed his cell phone from his jacket pocket and programmed her number. That's one thing he remembered about her – completely self-confident. Reaching into the pocket of a man she kissed once twenty-something years ago to get his phone was treated like a perfectly normal thing. "Being a new parent is crazy and you always need support."

"Oh, thanks," Dean blinked. He really didn't know that much about babies. He could remember Sammy being an infant vaguely, but all the… maintenance? What did you call that rash cream and crap? He was going to need a book on that stuff. They had baby manuals books, right?

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Cas looked at the new human baby. It was rather amazing to think that in a few short earth years it would be able to fend for itself. Currently, it could not even control its head movements or other less pleasant bodily functions.

The angel had not lied when he told the mother her son was a strong warrior. This baby boy, a child of Thursday, was going to be a strong leader. His war would not be on the traditional battlefield; he would be instrumental in the battle of bringing education to even the most impoverished. It was not with laws, or grants, or even a large charity organization.

He would take the world's collective knowledge online and set up a simple testing paradigm that allowed a person to study material from recorded lectures or written works. They would be allowed, in their own time, to learn things they were interested in. The resulting explosion of educated workers in various fields would lead to a modern renaissance of sorts.

A warriors heart indeed.

As Dean held the baby, Cas could feel Dean's overwhelming desire for a family. The giddy excitement thrumming through the bond could not be mistaken for anything other than anticipation. Maybe Dean would understand the need for new angels in Heaven. In all honestly, Cas had been dreading discussing his assignment with his beloved.

The booklet he had made for Dean was still sitting on the table. The angel meant to talk about it, but things had gotten in the way. And if he was honest, Cas could admit he was putting it off. Logic told him Dean should understand the needs of Heaven and the time commitment that was required to make an angel; realistically speaking, Dean would understand everything and still throw a temper tantrum.

As mother and infant departed, Cas wondered if Dean would be interested in any of the less conventional methods to obtain a baby to grow their own family unit. The angel made a mental note to discuss the issue with Rebecca 'Becky' Rosen/Winchester. She seemed like the type of person who would drive head first into a research topic like adoption or what have you.

"I take it you have changed your 'tune' about having children?" the angel asked.

"I dunno' man. Where would be put one? And who would take care of the little one when we were on hunts?" Dean probably didn't realize he was tapping his fingers in a steady beat on the cart as he thought.

"I assume we would store a child in a room or possibly that large plastic shell like Marlene had her son in."

"Large plastic… oh, a carseat. Yeah, we could strap 'em in for a little while," Dean ignored the comment about storing a child. Cas had been so sure Dean would rise to that bait. He still needed to work with Sam on the finer details of taunting Dean.

"That does not answer the original question about your desire to be a father, Mac Daddy" the angel pressed.

"Abso-fucking-lutely never call me Mac Daddy babe, and yeah – I guess I could get behind the whole parenthood thing," Dean smiled and the bond twitched with his suppressed exhilaration.

Maybe discussing his assignment would not be as taxing as he had feared. Dean understood the need for procreation, the absolute indisputable fact that a species must multiply or face extinction.

"It will take time and much dedication," Cas said, his mind on the long months of feeling slightly weakened. The small drain of Grace during the creation of a new angel had never bothered Castiel before, but he had a feeling this time would be different. Since his last creation period, during what humans called the industrial revolution, he had experienced what a real draining of Grace was; he knew just how it felt to have everything slip away and leave him mortal. Yes, this creation period was going to be a personal challenge for Cas to face his new found fear of losing what he had almost completely lost before. A small prayer of thanks went up to his Father.

"We can just practice," Dean leered at him as he sent a bolt of unbridled lust through the bond.

"What do you wish to practice? I do not understand," Cas still found Dean confusing at times. He understood this was leading to sex; he did not know what they could practice for. Sex was not a competitive sport.

"Practice for getting knocked up. Babies?" Dean looked like he was waiting for Cas to say something. His hunter was fixating on getting pregnant.

"Dean Winchester. We have been over the biology of the human body. Neither of us has the necessary parts to make a baby. Rather, we only have half the needed…" Cas waved his hand in the air vaguely. "stuff. You do not menstruate, ovulate, neither of us has a uterus, vagina, or the ability to grow an organ to nourish the fetus."

"Whoa. It's just a saying," Dean scratched the back of his neck. "Like a joke?"

"How is practicing sex a joke?" Cas deadpanned, the worried line between his eyes did not disappeared.

"Dude, married couples sometimes call sex practice. Like, an excuse to have a bunch of sex so when they decide to make a baby, they've had enough practice… Yeah, never mind. It's not that funny," Dean sighed.

"Oh, you wish to have sex. Why did you not make that plain?" Cas smiled and grabbed his hunter's hand to pull him towards the exit. "I believe that practice is a very important part of excellence."

Dean snorted as Cas increased their pace once they reached the parking lot.

"I always strive for excellence," the angel shot a smile over his shoulder. "Today I will strive for excellent oral sex if that meets with your approval?"

"Uh, yea man. Excellent oral sex is always going to meet with my approval," Dean grinned as Cas reached for the handle to the backseat.

"Whoa, babe. Not to be a prude, but we are so not getting busted for public exposure, indecency, and wind up on a sex offender database. No blowjob, excellent or not, is worth that," Dean scanned the area.

"Fine. I suggest you hurry then, because I will begin my practicing in exactly seven minutes," Cas barely had time to get in the passenger-side door before Dean had the car roaring to life and slammed into reverse. It was a testament to how much better Cas was getting with oral sex that Dean barely grimaced as he threw the transmission into drive before the car fully stopped.

Cas reached between his legs and starting palming himself through the fabric of his clothing. As his head fell back, a small hiss came from Dean. Cas started flooding the bond with his arousal.

"Damn Cas, I'm driving – Can't you…" Dean trailed off as Cas slipped his hand to cup his rapidly hardening cock. Dean's hips pumped into the air with the shared pleasure.

"Dean…" Cas moaned. There was no way Dean would be leaving this car without Cas getting his mouth on his husbands dick. It didn't exactly matter to the angel if Dean made it to their driveway or not at this point.

"Fuck baby, unzip and let me see you," his hunter grunted while still speeding through the town streets. So far they had been lucky with hitting all the lights, but if Cas concentrated… Yes, it appeared the municipal traffic lights were open to angelic influence. The angel very much wanted to start before they reached home. Dean cursed as he brought the Impala to a stop, and Cas took Dean's full attention as he slowly unzipped his pants. Making a show of pulling both the pants and his briefs down, Cas heard some of the thoughts zipping through his hunter's mind.

Fuck yes.

Gorgeous.

Gunna' wreck.

Suckin' off.

Cas would be lying if he said his hunters dirty mouth and dirtier thoughts did not arouse him. Before their bonding, it had been a huge turn on but since they had started to share everything, it had exponentially increased every encounter.

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Dean felt like banging his head against the steering wheel when he saw the light turn red. Fucking traffic lights – didn't they understand the importance of blow jobs from eager Angels of the Lord weren't an everyday thing? Well. Okay, maybe they happened a couple of times a week, but still…

Looking to the passenger seat he saw Cas' hand working slowly up and down his dick. The street lights that flooded through the windows almost gleamed off the small drop of precome that seemed to scream 'Watch me! Taste me!'.

He closed his eyes for a moment. What the fuck? When did he imagine what cocks or come would say? Would the slit be the mouth? Hello, I'm a talking penis, and Dean's gone insane.

"Four minutes remaining. I cannot wait to lean over and plunge your penis into the back of my throat," his angel said with that rough voice. Fuck.

"I am very much looking forward to the feel of you ejaculating in my mouth as well." When did these random clinical descriptions of sex start getting his motor revved? It couldn't be normal. And yet, he was as hard as a diamond… Well, the Winchesters were anything but normal.

"Three minutes. I am wondering if I can maneuver your pants and legs into a position that would allow me access to your 'ass'," Cas said, the quotation marks falling into place even without the hand movements.

Dean made a hard right turn onto the long road leading to the house. Fuck, three minutes wasn't going to cut it.

"It is always enjoyable to hear how you verbally enjoy our sexual encounters. I find it increases my own pleasure to know I am pleasing you." Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

Now the hunter's mind had Cas on his knees in front of him, naked, head bowed down waiting for orders on how to please Dean. That was kind of hot, but only in a 'if you want to that's cool' kind of way. Wait – How did you try to get an angel to suggest role playing a whole dom/sub thing? It's not like Dean was totally into that stuff, but it would be fun to snap a collar on Cas and pretend for a night.

"Two minutes, and you are thinking very loudly Hubba Hubba. I believe we could play that way if you like, but you misunderstand the roles we will be taking. I will collar you," the angel growled.

Holy… Yeah. Okay, so Dean might have been this manly man and everything, but he wasn't stupid enough to know when it might be fun to let somebody else take control.

"We can trade off, and no to Hubba Hubba. That doesn't even mean anything – it sounds like some kind of gum," Dean offered. He tried to send a mental image of how he pictured Cas in that scenario. The angel laying on the bed, glorious black wings spread across the white sheets, a black collar on Cas' neck, and bite marks trailing all over his exposed chest. His legs would be spread wide with one of their newly acquired toys vibrating happily.

"Thirty seconds. Yes, I believe that would be more than acceptable," Cas gasped. Dean glanced over quickly and saw the way Cas reached down and squeezed the base of his cock to keep from coming.

Dean had made it to within two miles of the house when Cas followed through on his promise. Unbuckling his belt, the angel leaned over and swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped and pushed fabric aside until he had Dean's cock.

Dean could almost see the entrance to the scrapyard – almost there. Cas lowered his head and showed Dean exactly how little the angel cared for road safety. The feel of that hot mouth envelop his shaft, the feel of his throat constrict around the head of Dean's dick…

"Baby, yeah… Almost there – Hold onnn," the hunter's voice trailed off as Cas's fingers found their way to Dean's balls. Damn, Cas was unraveling him way faster than Dean had expected. Twenty yards to the driveway. He could make it without wrapping Baby about a telephone pole.

The moment Cas began a low humming around Dean's dick, the hunter lost what little coherency he'd been able to hang on to. He braced his body, turned hard and stopped in the middle of the drive way. Screw parking in the covered carport they'd cleaned out for Baby. Some things were more important. Like blow jobs.

Dean felt a tremble rack through his body as he gave himself over to the pooling ache of his orgasm as it started to build. When Cas reached up under the hunter's shirt and roughly rolled a pebbled nipple, Dean barely stifled the scream of 'Thank God!'. Cas got so touchy about that crap during sex.

Vaguely in the background, Dean registered his phone beeping, but dismissed it as Cas convulsed his throat muscles around the head of Dean's cock. For the love of… Dean opened his eyes and looked over at his angel. His dirty, hot, perfect, wanton angel.

He watched as Cas thumbed his thumb over the slit on his cock and spread the liquid down his dick. The angel leisurely jacked himself, but the loop of pleasure between them was stoked. Without warning, Dean buried his hands into Cas' hair and held his head still.

The hunter's hips trembled at the speed with which he thrust into that obscenely hot mouth. Spit sliding from between the reddened lips – Oh those lips… Dean's hips twitched, but the clothing and steering wheel and the whole damn car at this point was in the way.

"G- Baby, wanna' fuck your face," Dean moaned as Cas did this weird tongue curling thing.

The thing was this: When you make random desires known to a normal human lover, it's mostly chalked up imagination and both parties know it's not going to happen. Or at least not at that moment. The other thing that's important to remember was that Castiel is not a normal human lover. He is a powerful Angel of the Lord, a Warrior, and he is damn well use to getting what he wants.

Luckily, what he wanted was Dean; that worked out for both of them in the most unexpected ways.

A startled gasp was all Dean let out as tried to keep his balance when he landed on the sheets of their bed. He found himself suddenly nude – they both were. While the angel laid flat on his back, head cradled by his favorite pillow, Cas' hands were wrapped around Dean's upper thighs which just happened to conveniently straddle his husband's chest.

Cas pulled at Dean's knees to move him forward until those luscious lips opened around the head of the hunter's cock. It didn't take a moment longer for Dean to figure it out. Cas planned to let him go hog wild and live out that fantasy of utterly using his angel's mouth. The hands that had rested on the back of Dean's thighs moved up and grabbed his ass, and pulled him forward towards Cas' open mouth. Damn, he was a lucky fucker.

Dean knows he's been around the block more than the town bike, so there are very few things he's never done. Since he and Cas popped each other's anal cherry, Dean pretty much figured he'd gotten his punch card completely filled out. Turned out… not so much.

Having your balls licked, fondled, and even pulled a little had never ranked in Deans top five, but it wasn't in the bottom five either. But having your angel open his mouth and suck not one, but both balls into his mouth and fucking massage them around with his tongue while sucking lightly and moving his head back and forth? THAT made it into his current top three things he wanted to do in bed with Cas now.

The visual of his balls getting drawn into that hot mouth, and those blue eyes gazing up at him just pierced through Dean… He tossed his head back to break the eye contact before it sent him over the edge. Holy crap.

Reaching back, the hunter steadied himself by holding on to one of Cas' bent knees. They were trembling and there was a slight rocking motion Dean hadn't noticed before. He usually picked up on everything his lovers did, but right now… Balls. Mouth. Sucking. Enough said.

Groaning long and dirty, Dean decided to speed this dance up a little. He slithered his hand down the angel's chest until it could wrap around Cas' cock. Then, he started jacking his husband off like a fucking pro. The wet popping sound when Cas released his balls to gasp for air was almost as filthy as the moan that followed.

"Dean," the angel begged. Every once in a while, Dean could do something so unexpected that Cas would fall apart in short order. Just shatter underneath the hunter's hands. Those were the best times in Dean's opinion.

"Come on baby – suck me," Dean used his free hand to line his cock up with Cas' wet red lips and was rewarded by being not only sucked in, but right down the back of his throat. Their entwined bond made for some quick, but exquisite orgasms.

Both bodies tightened at the same moment as their climaxes hit together. Almost like it had been scripted; their breathing synced, and they both went boneless at the same time. Collapsing onto the bed next to Cas, Dean wiped his forehead.

"Fuck - 's awesome," he mumbled before closing his eyes and drifting off into a post-sex coma.

It wasn't until the following morning that Dean checked his phone and let out the manliest girly scream ever heard.

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"Son of a –," God fumed. Dean Winchester had to be the worst of sons-in-law to ever plaque this existence. Om had, in His infinite wisdom, sent that snot nosed human a pie every week – hand crafted mind you – and in return I AM got these… prayers.

Now, Yahweh had prayers buzzing in his head as a matter of course. Some were quiet prayers to help with a small matter. Some were repeated in a lulling voice that asked only for peace, love, forgiveness, and to thank Him for His all creation.

Those were expected and formed the baseline of Elohim's existence. A rare few prayers were loud only because a massive swath of humanity prayed for the same thing at the same time. The last time He had heard those prayers, it had broken His metaphysical heart.

El had been attending to his family and had not been paying attention to his creation. A sudden, loud cry of fear and terror roared from across the world. The disbelief, panic, and grief. Humanity had used that ingenuity that had been such a gift – meant to create a better world – and turned it into a force of destruction. The world simply called it 9/11. The Alpha and the Omega called it His mistake for taking so long and leaving his children without direction. Allah had wrapped up his family business as soon as possible and returning to tend his flock.

Then, like a whole new species of prayer came Dean Winchester.

That man was an amusing, irritating, charming menace. His prayers were loud because of the small Grace he was nurturing nestled through his soul. So many things he could ask for when he rose his voice in prayer, and that twat decided to give a running dialog of his sex life.

Not just his sex life, but his sex life with Jehovah's own youngest son. And while Castiel was older than most of the mountains on earth, he was still the baby of the original angels the Light had created Himself.

The prayers?

Prayers like "God, yes!" and "Holy Mother Fucking God!" and "God damn faster Cas". No joke.

The Beginning and the Ending knew Castiel, his current favored son, corrected the ill-mannered man, and hopefully one day Dean Winchester would learn manners. In the meantime, He had to listen to this seemingly near constant litany of never ending pillow talk.

This time, the Messiah had listened in on a bad meeting dealing with garrison reassignments, and to end his evening with a prayer of THANKS for Castiel's oral sex abilities. Enough was enough.

I AM pulled out his iPhone. It had been a running joke that Job's had sold his soul to Hell for the success of the iPhone; in reality, the angel Liwet had been bored and visited the man's dreams and planted the idea. Hell was never so creative as to keep a design simple. Really.

Dean – I didn't teach my son about oral sex, so don't thank me again. No pie this week – it was going to be peach with vanilla beans –G

When the text was read, the prayer that followed was worth it. So worth it.

Son of a – Shit. Sorry man. Sorry sorry sorry. Won't happen again. Crap – I love Peach. Sorry. Um, Amen?

Okay, so Yahweh kind of liked the human. He was brash and heroic and would one day make an excellent teacher in Heaven. Elohim had been wondering what to do with Deans slowly growing Grace. At some point the man would become an angel – Much like Moronni had ascended.

The situation was different of course, but the fact remained. Dean would need something to do. If Allah didn't provide a task, Dean might well start another civil war out of boredom.

So the task had consumed El's thoughts for a few seconds or years depending on your view of time as a linear concept. He finally decided that the things he liked most about Dean Winchester were things his angels lacked. Things like embracing free will, creative thinking, and making decisions based on incomplete data. Angels would sit around arguing the pros and cons of an action until it was just easier to do nothing.

So Dean Winchester would become the first Professor of Getting Your Shit Together, mandatory lectures to be held every cycle with on the job monitoring for evaluation. That evaluation thing would freak the angels out; the gossip mill would go crazy with rumors. Maybe Dean could think of a better title for the position, but The Light rather perversely thought Professor Winchester would enjoy the non-academic title.

Good times were coming. So long as Dean stopped with the running updates on his sex life.

S-S-S-S-S

Becky hit send on the email. She'd reworked it several times, and if she called Sam one more time to read a revision, he might just hang up on her. So off it went, and she braced herself for the flaming email of animosity that was going to be Dean's reply. The man never missed an opportunity to make a jab at her. He wasn't evil or anything… He was just protective of his brother. Honestly, Becky knew that before Las Vegas; it was her own stupid fault he felt that way about her.

From: B. Rosen

To: C. Winchester, D. Winchester, S. Winchester, Charlie

Subject: Meeting Re: Organizational Planning

Hey all,

I need to see everybody Tuesday morning at 10am. We have several items of importance to discuss and approve or modify as needed. If you have something you need to add to the agenda, please forward me a brief summary, and I can include it.

Agenda:

Community website

Equipping hunters

Thanks,

Becky

The first email Becky got back was from Charlie. It may have been silly, but the knot of worry that had been sitting in her stomach, just waiting for the nasty-gram from Dean, actually grew bigger. Maybe she'd been hoping to just get it over with?

From: Charlie

To: B. Rosen

Subject RE: Subject: Meeting Re: Organizational Planning

Sign me up for a spot on pimping my awesomeness. I'm all over this banking crap.

C

The second reply was unusual. Becky knew Cas was an odd duck, but the whole formal name stuff had her grinning. Though… Where did the title of 'Babe' come from? Weird.

From: C. Winchester

To: B. Rosen

Subject: RE: Subject: Meeting Re: Organizational Planning

I will be bringing a guest and would like to have a few minutes at the end of the meeting. It is of some importance, but not for discussion.

My guest will be Joshua, Angel of the Lord, Gardener of Eden, Director of Prayer Statistical Analysis.

Thank you,

Castiel, Warrior of the Lord, Angel of Thursday, Mate of Michael's Vessel, Babe

The next reply was sweet. Of course it was sweet – Sam was sweet. God, she could feel her face flushing and just knew her inner fan-girl was swooning. Also, Becky decided to ignore the sign off. The boy was mind whammied or something and could not possibly mean what she wished it did.

From: S. Winchester

To: B. Rosen

Subject: Great job honey

That was a great email Becks. You worried about nothing, it was perfect! =*)

Love,

Sam

And it finally came. Becky knew it was coming, but it actually wasn't as bad as she'd feared. Maybe Dean was loosening up when it came to anything Becky related? One could only hope.

From: D. Winchester

To: all

Subject: RE: RE:Subject: Meeting Re: Organizational Planning

This is the stupidest shit ever. We never had to have meetings before, and we don't need them now!

-Dean

Charlie was the single most awesomest person in the world! Becky loved how impertinent and adorable the red head could be in just a few words. Loved her!

From: Charlie

To: all

Subject: RE: RE: RE: Subject: Meeting Re: Organizational Planning

Stop being a dingleberry. Show up or I turn your credit cards off.

LOVE YOU!

Charlie – Queen of Moondor and your wallet

S-S-S-S-S

AN-

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Big Bad? Come on, learn your fandom roots! If you don't know, we need to talk. Seriously.

Dean's first kiss – I could not for the life of me find a name of his first kiss.

Names of God in various religions: (used in the rest of the story and only explained here cause it's a long list!)

Om – Indian Christian

I AM – Abrahamic – the Book of Exodus

Yahweh – Judaism (Also, Indiana Jones again!)

Elohim – Hebrew Bible

El – Hebrew Bible

The Alpha and the Omega, the Last and the First, the Beginning and the End – Christian New Testament

Messiah -

The Light – Quakers

Jehovah – Witnesses

Allah – Islam

ALSO:

Lewit – the Angel of Inventions who guides those with original ideas

Moroni – Angel that is said to have dictated the Book of Mormon is said to have been human.

Joshua's jobs are from episode 5.16 and Why Did the Fallen Angel Fall? (Which is the prequel to this fiction)

Moondor – The place Charlie is one of four queens of in her LARPing