"What does this feel like?"
"What does this smell like?"
Mary has written these sorts of questions all over her drawings, Sam is finding out. He's taking a little break from internet research and is translating the Enochian scribbles. It makes him sad to know how badly she wants to go outside; sad enough to tell Dean and Cas that he's concerned.
"Hey, Dean? You have a minute?" Sam asks, knocking on his brother's bedroom door.
"Yeah you can come in," Dean says. Sam steps inside and sees Dean flopped on the bed with a beer in his hand, watching something stream on his laptop (and he wonders why he's put on weight). Cas is reading a book. "What's up?"
"I thought you were researching?"
"I am."
Sam looks at the computer a little better. "A movie?"
"Taking some of the edge off," Dean says smoothly, just before taking another sip of beer. Cas looks at Sam and says, "He hasn't been researching at all."
"I thought so," says Sam.
"Okay, okay, did you come in here to harass me or did you actually have something to say?"
"Right. It's about Mary."
"What?" Dean and Cas both ask at the same time. Sam winces a bit.
"I'm worried about her. It seems to me that her thirst for going outside is getting worse and worse. Do you really think it's the best thing for her to keep her inside? Think about it."
"It's not safe," Dean barks. He looks at Sam angrily. "She knows this, we know this, you know this. Heaven will take her from us and probably kill her. And Hell? Shit, don't get me started."
"Well, what if you brand her with Enochian? Give her an anti-possession charm? If they can't see or access her, what harm can it do? You and I have been fine for about a decade."
Cas closes his book and sets in on the nightstand, then turns to Dean with his hands in his lap. "He has a point," he says.
"What, that our super special, one-of-a-kind daughter should be able to go out into the big scary world because she wants to? Let me tell you something, Cas; kids don't always know what's best for themselves. Believe me."
"You should at least think about it," says Sam. He looks pissed and leaves suddenly, closing the door rather loud. Cas puts his hand on Dean's leg and lightly squeezes.
"Perhaps he should give this some thought."
"Okay. I'll think about it."
"It seems to me that you've just recently noted that she's bound to be upset staying inside the bunker for all of her life."
"I never said I don't feel bad about it," says Dean. He finishes his beer and sets it aside, then turns to face Cas and cups the angel's cheek in has palm. "I know it's gotta be rough, but it's better this way. I couldn't live with myself if we took her out and something bad happened to her. You didn't grow up as a human so you don't understand these things."
Cas sighs. "That's true," he begins. "But I transitioned into the human world with scornful eyes, only to be awakened by the majesty of what mankind has done. Who are we to deny her the simple pleasures of human life? What sort of life do you expect her to live in here? She can't possibly go on for years like this. She won't have friends and won't find a lover."
"I didn't have friends growing up," Dean retorts with a grumpy face. "And she won't either. She's not normal, Cas. She's half-angel, you know that. Even if we were able to, I dunno, put her through school, she'd had all her freaky powers and her mega-mind. I don't wanna half-ass her life. She'll either be normal or she'll be safe and since she can't be normal, I need to keep her safe."
"Dean…"
Cas leans in and puts his forehead against Dean's. "I know this upsets you, but if Sam is worried then there is a good reason to be. I love Mary, too, and I will do all in my power to protect her."
"Then we'll keep her inside."
"Dean," Cas says, rather sharply this time. "I think we should recons—"
"You're getting ahead of yourself!" Dean suddenly yells. "Just ten fucking minutes ago you would've agreed with me! Now because Sam feels bad then you're going to flip flop on the basic rule we've had for raising our daughter?"
"He makes a strong case for changing our opinion!"
"You can't just decide stuff like that in a couple minutes! I don't wanna talk about this anymore!" Dean shouts and turns over, showing his back to Cas. He folds his arms and lets out an angry breath.
"Dean, I—"
"If you wanna make yourself useful, you can get me another beer."
Cas sighs. He reluctantly gets out of bed, puts a t-shirt on and leaves the bedroom, looking over his shoulder at and angry Dean. When he walks out he sees that Mary's door is open and she's sitting, staring at her little tree. It's nearly doubled in size within a day. Sam is in there, too, and he's talking to her about it.
"No, trees don't normally grow that quickly," he says.
"They don't?"
"Definitely not. Plants take a long time to grow, especially trees. I guess you…I guess you wouldn't know that."
"No. I've read but I don't know for sure. What makes it grow so much?"
"Maybe it's the sun in here?" Sam suggests, pointing at the ceiling. "Maybe it's supercharged and gives the plant more energy than most. It doesn't make a whole lot of sense but it's possible. Your uncle Ga…" Sam's voice drops.
"Who?" Mary asks, cocking her head.
"Never mind," Sam shakes off. "It was made with angelic power so maybe it's special like that."
"Oh, um, okay," says Mary. She stares at the tree. "So can you tell what kind it is now?"
"Not sure, but I can probably find out." Sam looks at the small leaves carefully. He takes one between his fingers and makes a mental note of how it appears. "I'll look it up. Do you want to help me?"
"Yes," Mary agrees. They head over to the study together and pass Cas returning from the kitchen on the way. "Hello, mother," Mary says in her little voice. Cas stops and smiles at her.
"How are you?" the angel asks.
"Uncle Sammy and I are going to look up what kind of tree mine is."
"Ah, that sounds nice. I hope you figure it out." He lifts up the unopened beer in his hand. "I have to get back to Dean."
"See you," says Sam. They go separate ways and Cas returns to Dean. He goes back to his side of the bed and hands Dean his beer over his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," Cas apologizes.
"It's okay," says Dean. He sits up with his back against the headboard and takes the beer. "I got a little out of line, too. I shouldn't have yelled that much."
"There's no reason to feel poorly. You're right. I should spend more time thinking on anything Sam says before I make a decision."
"Then let's agree to forget about it, alright?" Dean tries to smile as he twists off the cap and takes a big sip. "And thanks. For this, I mean."
"Of course." Cas leans against Dean's shoulder and puts his arm around him. "I love you," he whispers.
"Love you, too.
"What are you watching?"
"Porn."
"Of what?"
"You can watch, too."
Cas picks his head up and looks at the computer on Dean's nightstand. There's a video playing that shows a man and a woman sucking on a dick together. Dean mutters, "nice" as he watches, but Cas looks intrigued.
"Why does he need two mouths?" the angel asks.
"Some people like that."
Cas looks at Dean and makes a worried face. "Do you want that?"
"Nah," Dean says, shaking his head and drinking more of the beer. "Why have two when I get the single best dick sucker out there?" He smiles and gives Cas a kiss. Cas is a little turned on and lets his hand wander between Dean's legs. "Ooh…giving you any ideas?"
"Yes," says Cas. He stares at Dean with a serious face that he doesn't intend to be seductive but is. He slips his hand beneath Dean's waistband and softly takes his cock in his fist. Dean grunts and closes his eyes a little. "That's good, baby." Then Cas presses his other index finger to Dean's chest and the man is instantly naked. Dean jumps a little, but quickly relaxes. Lately they've been doing less mojo-motived things so it's shocking when Cas does it, though the benefits are good. Cas touches himself and gets naked shortly thereafter, then he continues to jerk Dean off.
"That's good," Dean growls. He slides down so that his head goes into the pillows, closing his eyes and lightly thrusting his hips up into Cas' fist. "Gimme your ass."
Cas nods and turns so that he can straddle Dean's face. He spread his legs and sits his ass down right onto Dean's hungry lips, which immediately lick and lap at the hole. Cas jolts forward and returns the favor, gobbling down Dean's cock quickly. Dean puts one hand on Cas' cheek and the other goes to his head, tugging at the soft, dark hair and pushing him to take his thick cock deeper. They both grunt and groan, grind and gyrate hotly. Their pace picks up quickly as Dean dips his tongue inside Cas, tickling the ravine between his ass with his beard. Cas yelps with the cock in his mouth, clutching Dean's thighs. The intensity begins to swell and they nearly cum at the same time when—
Knock knock knock
"Damn it!" Dean shouts.
"Mother? Father?"
Dean is about to cry. He was so close and now the sensation is suddenly gone. Cas trembles and rolls off of Dean. "Get dressed, get dressed!" the man hastily whines. Cas nods and puts their clothes back on in and instant, although their bodies are hot and sticky beneath them. Dean leaps off the bed and runs to the door. He opens it just a little and sticks his head out. "What's wrong?"
"I'm bored," says Mary. She's standing there with her arms folded.
"Go play with Sammy or something."
"He's busy with research."
Now Cas pops his head around Dean and asks their daughter, "I thought you were going to look up trees?"
"We did. It's an ailanthus altissima, but now he needs to work more."
Dean grunts in the bottom of his throat and readjusts his pants. "O-okay, but can't you keep drawing or something?"
"I'm always drawing. I'm bored," Mary insists, stomping her feet. Dean holds his palm out to her and tells her to calm down. "Wait a second, okay? Let me talk to mama for a minute." He closes the door and turns to Cas, whispering "What are we gonna do?"
"I suppose it would be kind to spend time with her."
"But I wanna fuck you!"
"After upsetting her earlier, it's the least we can do. I want to finish, too, but we'll have to return to it later."
Dean groans. "Maybe we should think about letting her out of the bunker."