Author's Note:Hello again everyone! So I've decided to make writing this a regular thing because… I would like to. Why not? Along those lines, I want to post at least two new chapters a week. I've thought about doing the same two days a week, but if I'm going to be honest with myself, schoolwork isn't regular to specific days of the week. So if I end up posting two chapters one after each other in two days, you'll have to forgive me. I shall be writing whenever I can carve out enough time. We good? Good. Don't forget to leave a review because it makes my heart smile and onto the story!

~ Chapter Two ~

Carefully standing up from Jo's bed, Castiel made sure not to let the mattress squeak and wake up the little girl again. Every time she would get sick, he marveled, her heavy sleeping habits, much like Dean's on his day off, would be broken. The sleepy child that he would practically had to drag out of bed every morning before school would wander into their bedroom at three in the morning whimpering that she couldn't sleep.

Slipping the hefty stack of children's books back into the shelf where they belonged, Cas smiled, remembering how quintessentially perfect his daughter had been as a baby. She was the tiniest baby you'd ever seen, with wide, watchful grey-blue eyes and soft, loose curls on top of her head; he suppressed a chuckle at the memory of Dean comparing their little girl's blonde tresses to Sam's mop that he called hair. Fortunately, it had grown out since, becoming the curse of weekday mornings for whichever parent got to help her forcefully pull a brush through it and she learned to talk and walk in record time, according to other families in town.

If they were going to be truly honest with themselves, Jo was their blessing, plain and simple.

"How was she?" Dean asked once Castiel had joined him on the couch, watching a TV drama that he wouldn't admit his obsession with.

"What you would expect," he began explaining, glancing over at his husband. "she wouldn't fall asleep until I read her numerous bedtime stories."

"Ah."

Dean wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close as he ran his hand through the man's dark hair.

Castiel allowed himself to be indulged in this manner, sighing and resting his head on Dean's shoulder, lazily watching the program on TV. Eventually though, the lull of sleep began nagging on him, being pampered in this way not helping at all, and he dozed off.

"Cas?"

He was being shaken gently, but it was enough to wake him up from his short slumber. Or was it even that short? What time was it?

"Cas?"

"Mm?" Castiel barely managed to grumble in return, trying to blink away this cozy stupor.

"Time for bed."

Eyes fully open now, he managed to stretch out his legs and push himself off of Dean and up from the couch, though his legs wobbled a bit as he stood and a pair of steady hands reached out to catch him before he could stumble any further.

"Careful, babe."

"Yes."

Seeing that his partner was going to have trouble making it up the stairs after his clumsy display across the living room, Dean was instantly at Cas's side, an arm around his waist to steady him as they approached the stairs.

"Dean, I am more than capable of going up the stairs by myself."

"Right. You also needed my help to get past the coffee table, so."

Without further protest, the pair managed to make it to the top of the staircase and into their bedroom with minimal assistance and grumbling until it came time to get dressed. Castiel, still hopelessly stuck in his staggering, heavy-eyed state, was able to get a wrinkled pair of pajama pants on the right way, but the shirt was proving to be rather difficult. He turned it over and over in his hands, trying to find the tag poking out the top that would tell him where the back was and where the front was.

Dean laughed, helping the shirt over Castiel's head after having gotten dressed himself. "Man, I thought I only had the one kid."

"Hush, Dean."

Castiel could see his husband chuckle softly to himself and shake his head as they climbed into bed, and he couldn't help but smile too. There was a certain light, a magnificent glow in his eyes when he laughed or was in a good mood. It was a contagious feeling that he didn't mind and he scooted closer to Dean, gently kissing his stubbly cheek in thanks.

"Good night, Dean."

Castiel felt the warmth of an arm around him in the next moment and he smiled, nuzzling into the tender heat.

"G'night, Cas."