Sundays were Castiel's lazy days. He usually slept in and took his time getting out of bed. The current Sunday was no exception. He awoke slowly, and spent several minutes stretching and grinning when details of the previous night came back to him. Dean's smile. Dean's arm around him. Dean's lips pressed against his own. He was tempted to sink back into the blankets and drift back into sinful dreams when he heard a muffled crash from downstairs. He bolted upright, disoriented and strained his ears listening for other sounds. After a few seconds he relaxed and grinned. Sunday. It was Charlie.

When they were both single, it was very normal for them to spend Sundays together. They would cook breakfast, spend the day in pajamas and lounge in front of the T.V. watching Netflix. He suspected she was already in the kitchen because she was dying of curiosity about Castiel and Dean's date. He got out of bed and pulled on a tee shirt before making his way down the stairs. The whole house smelled like bacon and Pillsbury cinnamon rolls. Charlie was standing over the stove cursing under her breath.

"Don't let it burn." She nearly jumped out of her skin when Castiel spoke.

"Ass! Don't sneak up on me!" The bacon sizzled and snapped and she jumped again. "Ugh! It spit on me again! How do you cook it and not get burned?" He chuckled and took the tongs from her and nudged her out of the way.

"I'll cook the bacon, you scramble some eggs."

"I'm so glad you woke up, I was starting to worry I was going to burn your house down."

"Thank you for letting me sleep. I'm very glad I didn't wake up to a charred ruin." He gently moved the finished bacon to drain and cool on some paper towels.

"So? How was it?!"

"How was what?" He had to mess with her.

"Are you kidding? How was the date?" She flung the whisk and splashed egg on the counter tops. "Oops. I'll get that. But seriously, you tell me about your date right now or I swear to Hermione I will beat the crap out of you." He took the bowl from her and poured the eggs into the pan to start cooking them.

"It was alright."

"Just 'alright'?"

"Yes."

"Cas," she whined. "Come on, tell me how it went." He pulled the pan off the heat and turned to her with a wide grin.

"It was so much fun." He was gushing and not even a little bit ashamed. "He was amazing, Charlie. We went to the fair a few towns over."

"That is the cutest thing ever, I'm gonna die." She scooped food onto a plate and bit into a gooey cinnamon roll. "Did you get any?" Cas groaned with a mouthful of eggs.

"You are so dainty and lady like."

"Don't be a prude. We're both adults here, just answer the question."

"Prude? Whatever. No we didn't have sex. Just kissing and…some groping." Charlie almost choked on her orange juice.

"Did you just say 'groping'? Oh my goodness, Cas, you are perfect. Are you going out again?"

"Yes, Dean would like to have dinner at The Roadhouse sometime this week. Speaking of which, I suppose you would like to know what Dean said about your situation." Her eyes grew wide and she clutched the fork in her hand.

"Yeah? You asked him about it?" Castiel nodded.

"I did get a chance to ask him about Jo. He said he honestly wasn't sure about her orientation, but that she does think very highly of you. He thinks you should go for it." Charlie didn't look any less agitated.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know, I haven't actually met this girl officially. I think I've seen her in the grocery store, but that's about it."

"At least you're honest." She covered her face with her hands.

"Charlie, you never hesitate like this. What's the matter?" She just made an odd noise in reply. "Charlie, come on. Talk to me," he pleaded in a quiet voice.

"She makes me crazy!" She slapped her palms down on the table, her eyes wide. "One minute I could swear she's being flirty, but then I see her talk with a guy at the bar and I'm sure she's just being a good bartender. I don't care that she flirts with anyone else, I really don't. I just…I can't read her." Castiel took his sister's hands into his own and squeezed. She sighed and met his eyes.

"I will come with you one night and watch. Maybe I can see something you can't."

"You will?"

"Of course. And let me just say that if she isn't interested, she's missing out." Charlie smiled.

"It isn't her fault if she's straight. But yeah, she'd miss out."

"There's my girl. Go find something horrible and tacky for us to make fun of, I'll try to salvage my kitchen from breakfast."

...

Dean made due with cold cereal for his Sunday morning breakfast. Jess wasn't feeling up to cooking, and he couldn't muster up the ambition to do much after he had woken up. Trying to choke down Sam's food was just not an option. His younger brother had many talents, but none of them were culinary.

"I think we should just order in for dinner tonight, guys," Jess told them. "Baby Girl was restless last night, and so was Mama."

"Still haven't agreed on a name?"

"Not even one. The last one he came up with was Tiffany." She laughed when Dean wrinkled his nose. "It's a good name! She just doesn't feel like a Tiffany."

"Tiffany Winchester? It just doesn't have a good ring." Sam walked in and huffed.

"I said we didn't have to go with Tiffany! The name search continues." He plopped down in a chair and yawned.

"Well good morning, Sunshine."

"Shut it, Jerk." He yawned again and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand.

"Can I get you some coffee?" Jess swooped in before the brothers could start bickering. "I'm sorry last night was so rough." He grabbed her arm as she walked passed him and pressed his face against her stomach, arms wrapping around her.

"It wasn't you, I'm just grumpy that tomorrow is Monday and I'm so tried of these bullshit hours." She ran her fingers through his shaggy hair.

"The case will be over soon enough. Another week tops, and then the firm promised you a few days off." Sam's broad shoulders sagged and he looked up at her with a smile.

"Remind me again why I wanted to be a lawyer?" She kissed his forehead and moved away to fix him a cup of coffee.

"Because you wanted to help people. And you do, my darling."

"What would I do without you?"

"Flail around with and land very painfully on your face." Dean laughed and slurped down the leftover milk in his bowl.

"You sure did pick a winner, Sammy. Beautiful and smart."

"You got that right. Anyway, how was your date with whatshisname?"

"His name is Castiel," Jess interjected.

"Right, him. So? How was it?" Dean fought the urge to squirm in his seat, suddenly feeling shy.

"It was great. We had a really awesome time."

"Are you embarrassed?"

"No! Last night was amazing! Cas is fantastic." Dean felt his face flush and he wanted to disappear.

"You're blushing!"

"Sam!" Jess swatted her husband and turned back to Dean. "Don't let him harass you, I'm glad you two enjoyed yourselves. Castiel is a very nice man."

"Yeah I bet he's nice," Sam grinned. "Dean doesn't blush very easily."

"Hey! Nothing like that happened you pervert." But remembering the way Castiel's tongue had felt against his own, his calloused hands running over his chest, he suppressed the pleasant shiver threatening to run down his spine. "The date was perfect, we had a lot of fun. We're probably going out for dinner this week."

"I'm so glad," Jess beamed at him. "Feel free to invite him over for dinner here as well, any time."

"Thanks."

"You're very welcome. Now, what about the bakery? Have you heard from the plumber?"

"He's meeting me there tomorrow. I'm hopeful that we can start work the middle of the week, but I would be okay with having to wait until the beginning of next. Most of the front is just cosmetic, the structure is very sound. It's the kitchen area that concerns me. It sounds like we have to completely rewire the place, and I'm dreading finding out that it's the same with the plumbing."

"We just have to wait and see, and take it from there. Everything is going to be fine, Dean. You're going to have a beautiful shop, and enjoy a successful business." Jess gave her brother in law a hug. "And the guest room is yours for as long as you need it. Baby Girl has a nursery all set to be painted and set up for her when she comes home in a few months. We have plenty of room."

"It really means a lot." The three of them knew how much it really meant. It had taken Dean a long time to get to this point in his life. His early adulthood demons had not been easy to escape. Sam and Jess knew Dean didn't like to talk about the past. They knew what he'd done, what he'd been through, and while none of them were in denial, they all agreed it wasn't necessary to dwell on it.

Some part of Dean knew eventually he would need to tell Castiel about his past. He wanted the man in his life, and he would need to know that Cas could accept all of Dean's baggage. He was in control of himself now, he was healthy, he had successfully turned his entire life around. It still freaked him out, however, so he put it out of his mind. One date did not a relationship make. One date didn't mean any commitment, except for date number two. Besides, just because Castiel appeared to be well adjusted didn't mean that his life had been a pleasure cruise.

"Hey Jess, why don't we do Italian tonight? Order a pizza, and I'll make some cannoli," he offered as she was gathering their breakfast bowls to load into the dishwasher.

"You know, forget what I said. Not only are you welcome here, you can never leave. I'm too spoiled from the homemade goodies." Dean laughed and started to put away the cereal and milk.

"You can always come visit the bakery. My favorite sister in law would never be allowed to pay full price."

"I'm your only sister in law, you shameless flatterer."

"I need to go to the grocery store and pick up some ingredients, is there anything we need for the house?" Jess wiped her hands off on a towel and thought for a few moments.

"We do, but I need to get some exercise, so I'll come with you. This baby is trying to make me lazy."

"I don't want you to overdo it," Sam warned. She laughed and patted her stomach.

"Don't worry, Papa. We're both fine. Why don't you check the fridge and the cupboards and make me a list while I take a quick shower. Dean, I should be ready to go in about forty-five minutes."

...

Castiel ended up falling asleep in the middle of one of the movies. He woke up tucked under a throw blanket, the T.V. off, and Charlie gone. He sat up and stretched and noticed a piece of paper on his coffee table. He recognized his sister's handwriting.

Cas- I guess Dean wore you out more than you thought! You looked so peaceful I didn't have the heart to wake you up. Enjoy the rest of your day, I'll see you Tuesday at the shop. KISSES! –Charlie PS: Mom called before I left, she said we had better have our butts at home for dinner on Thursday night or she's disowning us.

He laughed, but felt a little pang of guilt. It had been awhile since he had stopped in to see their mother. He tried to call her a few times a week since she lived alone, and sometimes he forgot how much he missed her. He decided to call her after he found fixed himself something to eat and ask if he could bring anything for the dinner. When he toyed with the idea of telling her about Dean he couldn't help but grin. She would probably demand she bring him on Thursday, but he was sure he could put her off until he thought Dean would be comfortable with such a thing. He wondered briefly if it was strange to be thinking about having Dean meet his mother so soon. If he wasn't careful he was going to end up falling in love with the man.

He was beginning to learn that he was incapable of caution when it came to the man.