Chapter Three
"Can't you just watch videos about this stuff on youtube?" Dean whispered.
"Sweetheart, pay attention," Cas said as he tapped out notes on his ipad.
Dean pressed his lips together and followed Cas and Lucy, the professional baby proofer, into the entryway of the kitchen.
"Oh my god!" Lucy exclaimed as they entered the space.
He winced a little at her high pitched shrill. "Where's the fire, Luce?" he asked her.
"Bar stools," she tsked and tapped the back of the chair. "This is an accident waiting to happen."
"Or a convenient way to eat at the breakfast bar," Dean replied.
"What do you suggest?" Cas asked, looking up towards Lucy (as if her face held all the answers).
"If you insist on keeping the stools," she said, giving Dean a look. "there's a way to stabilize them, but if I were you I'd ditch them and eat at the kitchen table."
"We better get rid of them," Cas said quickly. He added this to his already overflowing notepad app.
"Next thing you know we're going to have to get rid of the gun," Dean joked.
"You have a gun in the house!?" Lucy cried out.
"He's kidding," Cas assured the girl.
Lucy put her hand over her heart. "I just need a minute here," she said as she stumbled back into the living room and sank into an armchair.
"Dean, why don't you get Lucy a glass of water," Cas suggested.
Anxious to get out of the line of fire, Dean ducked into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. At Cas' insistence they had hired Lucy (from the Baby Zone) to walk through the house, making sure everything was safe for their impending arrival. So far the living room had been declared public enemy number one due to the flat screen tv (of death) and the pointy edged coffee table. Dean had grown up in shitty apartments and motel rooms and if nothing in those places had killed him he figured their kid would probably be safe.
But what did he know, right?
Dean joined the pair in the living room and handed Lucy a bottle of water. She sipped slowly and then took a deep breath. "Thank you," she said. "Now I think we need to finish the kitchen before we move on to the bathroom," she said, getting up to her feet again. "And gosh…we still have the bedrooms and the office. I think I might have to come back for a second visit."
Dean rolled his eyes as the trio headed out of the living room. If you don't have anything nice to say…
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"Is that a baby name book?" Cas asked curiously as he walked into their bedroom that night.
Dean looked up from the text and chuckled. "Well, since I clearly know nothing about how to make sure the kid doesn't die, I figure I can't get into trouble picking out a name," he reasoned.
Cas laughed as he crawled into bed next to him. "I think Lucy might have been a little harsh," he relented.
"I think Lucy might be kind of a genius. We forked over about five hundred bucks to her today," Dean mused as he turned the page.
"Peace of mind," Cas reasoned. He rested his head on Dean's shoulder and looked at the book as well. "So you think it's a girl?" he asked, noting Dean was looking in the girl section of the text.
"Oh. No, I mean…I don't know. I just opened it up to a random page," Dean said. "But I kind of hope it's a girl," he admitted softly.
"You do?" Cas asked curiously. Dean couldn't blame him…this was one of the first times he had shown interest in the baby's sex.
"Yeah, then we could name her Mary…like my mom," Dean whispered.
Cas smiled softly and kissed his cheek. "I think that'd be perfect," he whispered back.
Dean pulled at the neck of Cas' t-shirt and placed several kisses along his smooth skin. He let out a frustrated groan when he tried to kiss down further and was met with material. There was far too much fabric separating them. Dean tugged on the hem of Cas' shirt and peeled it away from his skin and then up and over his head. Cas followed suit, pulling Dean's t-shirt away from his body. Dean leaned down again, their bare chests touching now.
Dean shifted his face away from his and pressed a kiss in the valley of Cas's chest. This elicited a whimper from deep within Cas. He trailed his tongue along the tender skin licking and suckling, idly at first, but rapidly when Cas began to tug on the hair at the nape of his neck.
"More…" Cas begged softly, rolling his hips up to fit against his.
Dean was achingly hard and since Cas was insisting… He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down in one fell swoop. Cas kicked at the clothing as it touched his feet. Cas then looped a digit into Dean's boxers and pushed them down to join his own clothes on the floor.
Dean leaned back down against Cas's now naked body and kissed him deeply, sucking his tongue deep into his mouth. Cas whimpered rather loudly at the urgency Dean was exhibiting. Dean slowly trailed a palm down his body, completely worshipping every bit of Cas.
"Dean," Cas gasped out as Dean eased a slick finger inside him. He arched up to meet the digit. Dean caught his mouth with his again as he slid his finger in and out of Cas's tight entrance. The easy pattern of kissing and touching continued until he felt him open up.
As Dean eased his hand away from him Cas reached out and grasped him in his palm. "Fuck," Cas cursed when he felt how hard he was. "Poor baby," he murmured as he stroked Dean slowly at first, but then with much more urgency.
"Oh god…" Dean gasped. A warm feeling spread throughout his body as Cas jerked him in his hand. He pressed closer and closer against his palm, absolutely existing on the feeling of him.
"Want you…" Cas whispered against his ear, his breath tickling Dean's skin so tenderly it took all of his strength not to cum all over his hand like a horny teenager.
Dean swallowed hard and got his bearings. He pushed himself up and away from Cas' hand and then slowly lowered himself into him.
A shock of electricity rang through both of their bodies as they clung to one another like a second skin. Dean didn't know where he ended and Cas began.
After moans of utter pleasure and strangled cries of the others name they pushed over the edge together, both panting heavily as they came down from their high. There was no better feeling in the world than being with Cas whether it was in bed or just being in the same room. They were absolutely made for one another.
"Shower?" Cas asked, breaking the silence.
Dean chuckled. "We never actually get clean when we shower," he pointed out.
"Well, we can try harder this time," Cas said, chuckling himself. Dean ducked out of bed and padded into the bathroom.
"Umm, babe…" Dean trailed off as he attempted to turn the knob on the shower. The stupid baby proofing device was proving to be Dean proof as well.
"Yeah?" Cas asked as he walked into the bathroom a few seconds later. He immediately started laughing when he saw Dean struggling.
"This is not funny! This is your fault," Dean said, through a laugh of his own.
Cas stepped in the tub with him and tried to turn the knob himself. "And they're letting us raise a baby…" he said with a shake of his head.
"What were they thinking?" Dean snorted.