A/N So, there's just something I wanted to mention here. While Dean and Cas are together, I don't imagine that they would have very cheesy nicknames for each other. That's just not who they are. Babe, or something simple like that, is what I see Dean calling Cas. And Cas, well, he's not the nickname type. These two idiots love each other and that's what matters.

There was a diner in town that Dean had come across during one of his various snack runs for his pregnant blue-eyed angel. As soon as he saw it, he knew he had to bring Castiel there. They hadn't gotten a chance to go on a date in weeks, and probably wouldn't again for some time once the baby was born. The baby... he was going to be a father. He just hoped he wouldn't be a shitty one.

He found Castiel in their room, laying down and reading Lord of the Rings. Ever since the angel had become a permanent staple in their everyday lives, Sam had been trying to turn Castiel into a huge nerd. He had apparently succeeded, if the Doctor Who t-shirt he wore was anything to go by – that and his current reading material, of course. Dean was partially to blame, though. He had sat Castiel down years ago and made him watch every single episode of Star Wars.

Dean paused in the doorway, admiring Castiel as he turned another page on his book. It was almost surreal to have an angel sitting in his bed, doing something so mundane and human as reading a fantasy novel. There was a part of himself that was still surprised he had admitted his feelings for his best friend. It wasn't so much that Cas was a guy, even though that had been a huge factor in the equation. John Winchester hadn't been the most open minded guy in the world. No, it was more that Castiel was this holy being who deserved so much more than a broken hunter with alcoholism and daddy issues. He hadn't even been able to entertain the idea that Castiel might actually love him too, because that was an even more inconceivable notion to consider.

"I thought you said it was creepy when people stared," Castiel said, turning to look at him with a smirk on his face.

Dean shrugged, walking into the room and sitting down. "I'm just making up for all the years you did it to me."

"You are aesthetically pleasing to look at," Castiel replied, sitting up and putting his book down. "How can you blame me for appreciating one of my Father's greatest creations?"

Dean blushed, as he often did with the angel would spout off some sonnet nonsense that made him feel like he was in some cheesy rom-com. He scrubbed a hand across the back of his neck. "Dammit, Cas. I told you - "

"I know, I know," the angel said, putting his hands up in surrender. "But until you believe it, I'm just going to remind you about it so you won't forget."

"Thanks for that," Dean said dryly, playfully punching Castiel on the arm. "Anyway, I got all the stuff you asked for."

"Twinkies?"

"Yes."

"Kit Kats?"

"Yep."

"Ben n' Jerry's Phish Food ice cream?"

"You know I did."

Castiel leaned forward and kissed the hunter on the mouth. "Thank you, Dean."

"Anytime, babe." Dean threw on his most charming smile and patted the angel's knee. "So, I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me tonight. Just the two of us." He glanced down at the angel's stomach. "Well, the three... of us."

"Did you find a hunt? I don't think I'm going to release the egg for a few more days so I should be strong enough to assist with - "

Dean laughed. "No, you idiot. On a date. We haven't been on one in awhile and I figured we should go while we have a chance."

Castiel nodded. "That's true. And once the fledgling comes we won't have time."

"My thoughts exactly. So...are you up for it?"

"Of course, Dean. I'd be honored."

The restaurant was called Angel's, and Dean couldn't help but laugh when his own angel rolled his eyes at him when he saw the outlandish neon blue sign that had huge white wings sprouted off the sides. He pulled the Impala into a parking space and planted a kiss on Castiel.

"I knew you'd enjoy the irony of it," he said with a wink.

Dean earned a bitch face that would have made Sam proud.

They walked into the diner, grabbing a booth at the back. "I don't know how good this place is," Dean told him, opening up his menu and scanning through it. "Never had it before."

"Despite the theme of this establishment, I think it will be fine," Castiel replied.

It was still odd to see the angel actually eating, but Dean was just glad it was because of their child, not because Castiel was turning human. Castiel had barely survived it the last time. Hell, he had died... no, he wasn't going to think about that now.

"How are ya feelin'?" Dean asked, setting down the menu.

The angel shrugged. "I am well, as is the fledgling. You don't need to worry so much, Dean."

Dean frowned. "Of course I do. You're my best friend, you're carrying my damn kid in there."

Castiel's face softened as he looked across the table at his hunter. "I appreciate that. And I'm glad you didn't turn me away when you learned about my... condition."

"Jesus, Cas. Do I seem like that much of a douchebag to you?" Dean questioned with a lift of his brow.

"No, I just..." Castiel sighed and rested his arms on the table. "You're a hunter, Dean. I can't imagine that you would have wanted children. Not after your father raised you into this life."

Dean leaned back in the booth. "I thought Ben was my kid, you know. Still do."

Asking the angel to wipe Lisa and Ben's memories had been one of the hardest things he had to do. It was something that still hurt him deep inside, though he never spoke of it. He could tell by the guilt-ridden look on Castiel's face that he was thinking about it, too.

"I'm sorry, Dean, I - "

"No," Dean interjected with a wave of his hand. "It was my decision, not yours. I'd still make the same call if I had to."

Castiel smiled a little. "You and Sam are very much alike."

"Sometimes it's a blessing, more often it's a curse." Dean took a long swig of his water. "Ben doesn't have to be in this life. But our kid? One of it's dads is a hunter and the other is a friggin' angel... there is no escaping this life for them – ever. Am I sad about that? Yeah. I wish things could be different, but they're not. I don't regret being with you, or getting you... pregnant. I just regret that they were cursed from the moment they were conceived."

Dean felt exposed sitting there in front of his angel, telling him things that he had never even told Sam. It had always been different with Castiel, though. Something about the awkward seraph made him open up more, and trust in this being that had stuck around them for years instead of ditching them for Heaven. Than in itself was amazing.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I disagree with you."

"Huh?"

"I don't believe our fledgling to be cursed. I think he's blessed."

Dean let out a bark of laughter. "Dude, what show have you been watching? Our lives suck."

"There are some children that grow up without the love of their parents or a stable family. This child will have both. He or she will have two parents who love them, an uncle who will protect and adore them, and a grandpa who would use his last breath to save their life. They will be living with us in the bunker, the safest place in the world against the supernatural." Castiel smiled and rubbed his hand on his belly. "I'd say that's a blessing, don't you?"

Castiel was right, of course. Dean had to admit that. "I hate when you make sense," Dean mumbled, picking up his menu again.

"One of us has to," Castiel said casually.

The angel had clearly spent way too much time with the Winchesters.