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Ok so here's the next chapter and I think it's about time Dean feelings come into play...or out in the open.

So I hope it's not to bad and you do like it, shorter then my other chapters but I hope it's ok.

And Dylan is coming up Six months so I think it's time for the milestones to begin, do you?

But Fear not, after this it will finally happen...the smut, the loving, the Destiel XD (I won't rush it but it's coming.)

Enjoy.


Maybe It's A Risk Worth Taking.

Dean wiped his hand on his jean clad thigh, trying not to feel nervous but he did.

God damn things where slipping out of his control.

He couldn't help the thought as he stood in the garage.

First, a woman moved in on his territory forcing him to give her a message, which lead to Dean confessing he was giving up women for Cas, that lead to play fighting and an almost…thoughts of a kiss.

Then, his brother had to stick his nose in making him think about the thing he didn't not want to think about…. then forced that issue until he admitted he liked Cas…. which lead to him being stupid this morning, but the really kicker was; he didn't even think about it.

How did he go in there an act cool, when he kissed Castiel on the cheek?

Even thought it was only the cheek it was unusual, strange, out of the blue, never happened before between them and he somehow didn't think he could pass it off as friends being friends…. because what guy kissed his male friend's cheek.

He didn't think there was men out there that close in friendship that could kiss each other's cheeks, the kind who didn't have feelings for each other and where purely friends. So there went that excuse, which left him with what?

Dean rubbed his hand on his thigh again glaring at the door…. Damn, just damn.

-.-.-

Castiel frowned at the door, he knew Dean was back because he heard the car and when he looked out the window he was correct as he saw the Impala pulling in yet the door wasn't opening, he adjusted Dylan in his arms and reached for the door handle but paused.

He didn't want to seem weird but Dean kissed his cheek, this morning when Sam came around to talk, all he could do was smile and discuss how he felt, not really giving him an answer as to why Dean had kissed him out the blue. The most Sam did was just grin at random moments when he was saying things before nodding and just leant forward at the end of it with one statement that Castiel wasn't sure what to make of it;

"I don't know what it means; I don't want to mistake it for something it might not be."

Sam just shook his head pressing one fingertip to the table top. "But what you're telling me right now." He slowed his words. "Is that you like my brother….as in more than friends or close bond, like a brother, kind of way."

Castiel frowned looking at the toy he was holding, he had already told Sam all this. "Yes I care for Dean, I have for a very long time but it's different in the sense that I feel for you and my father." He always tried to keep it to himself in case it made the hunter uncomfortable. Over the years Dean and him where close, what they had was slightly different to other people's friendships, yet he always thought that Dean didn't returned his feeling in the same sense to what he felt, but in a different way…like brothers or something.

So he just kept it to himself.

Oh this was golden, Sam coughed trying to keep a straight face but his lips kept curving, getting higher and his grin wider as he looked at Castiel. "But the way you care for me and your father is different in the way you care for Dean Yes?"

"Yes."

Oh my god, this was like Christmas gifts on your birthday, Sam didn't know why he felt so gleeful…. ok well he did, he was messing with his brother's business but this was too fun not to…he could get them together without his brother getting mad and trying to stop him or be stubborn.

Dean would never know he was interfering.

Castiel wondered why Sam looked so happy. "Does this news make you happy?" To know he card for his brother in a different way to him seemed to make Sam look happy, but. "I do care for you, no less but just not in the same sense as Dean."

Sam shook his head. "No I know that man, it's cool Cas." He nodded. "You love me like family, I get it." He got it years ago when the angel did things only for his brother that he didn't do for others, others being him and Bobby but still, point made.

Castiel waited for Sam to give him some advice or tell him something that might help clear his confusion up but all he got was a…. wicked grin as the taller man dropped his hand to the table and leaned back in his seat looking satisfied by his words.

"Just kiss him back on the cheek."

Sam smiled thinking to himself; then just wait and see what happens.

Castiel looked at Dylan, when his son put a hand to his face and smiled mouthing his hand; maybe Dean was being affectionate because of their son, before he had time to think any further, the door handle twisted making his heart beat speed up. Suddenly unsure of himself he just froze, staring at the door as it opened, holding Dylan with his hand in his mouth, he took in Dean's t-shirt with stains at the bottom and a blue outter shirt on he wasn't wearing this morning.

Ah shit he had to be in the kitchen of all places; Dean just stopped moving yet twisted his hand behind his back closing the door and gripped the door handle tighter, coughing. "What are you doing?"

Castiel released Dylan's hand. "What are you doing?" He didn't know what else to say, the way Dean had said the question made he feel like he was doing something wrong or acting strangely, when it was the other man acting weirdly.

What? He just looked around the kitchen what was he supposed to say, he just come back and stood in the gar— wait that was it. "I just came home." Ah Dean just raised his chin. "What are you doing?"

I…" He what, what did he do here, the man was acting strange, he was acting a little strange and it could only get stranger if he didn't say the right thing. "…heard your car and wanted to know if the interview went well." Castiel smiled hoping this just didn't make things weird…er.

"Oh." He relaxed slightly, over the fact that Cas let the kiss thing go and wasn't acting weird yet here he was acting all weird, shaking his head he just answered. "Good I think, he had me do a few tests on cars he had purposely put wrong." Dean had done them far too quickly even told the man a few helpful tips. Tips he knew from having to resort his beautiful lady all the time, another good thing about being free from hunting was his baby would no longer take a bashing or die another death again. "He said he would phone in the next few days and let me know."

It was a pretty nice establishment one of those higher up garages that was attached to a motor shop, really clean aswell and the walls where a nice cream colour, which Dean thought was bold considering it was a garage. He lifted his hand from the door handle to run through his hair. "How did things go here?" Should he have asked that or not? Somehow Dean was a little unsure if he should have yet had his answer when Castiel gave him his.

"Sam came around he helped me get some food in, and I saw this ready meal thing that Sam said is like home cooking already made for you we just have to put it in the oven. I thought we should try it, instead of pizza again tonight." He soothed a hand down Dylan's stomach when his son fussed, after adjusting him to lie in his arms he looked at the older man who had tensed.

"Anything else." Like his brother saying something, asking something, poking his nose in? If he had that nose was going to end up broken. He bent down removing his boots but paused to stroke Boomerang when the dog ran up to him. "Hey Boomer."

The dog mouthed at the air moving closer before moving backwards slightly, Dean just rubbed the puppy's ears before finishing removing his boots and placed them by the garage door before pulling the blue shirt from his shoulders. Moving to drop it in the laundry basket listening very carefully to what the other man was saying, as Cas' words determined the fate of Sam's nose.

"No not much else, we took Dylan to the park then came back played a little. Sam fed him then put him down saying he had to go back to Bobby's, a while before you came home." Castiel bounced his son in his arms and smiled when blue eyes locked with his.

Dylan's turned his head to look at Dean holding his hand out; it made him move forward. "Did you miss Daddy." He bent planting his lips against Dylan's cheek and moved his hand to tickle his son's stomach hearing him giggle. Too cute, sometimes it was a little over whelming he had a kid. "Aww, I missed you too." Dean bent his head forward again going for a kiss but pulled back when Cas lifted him slightly.

Dylan babbled between laughing as he was lifted only to be lowered.

Castiel raised him again before lowering him, loving his son's laugh, it was so heart felt and carefree over nothing but a little fun and lifted his arms again allowing Dean to take their son before moving back. "You want to eat now?" He had Sam teach him how to set the oven earlier and hoped he could remember it correctly.

He held Dylan up and stopped making a shock face before lowering his arms down quickly until Dylan's nose touched his. "Yeah if you want." He pushed his arms up again watching the look on the little boy's face. Dean moved around the island and into the living room but called out loudly. "You need help?" He moved towards the play mat and placed his son down on his stomach before moving to one of the toys. "Look Dylan, what's this."

"No I think I can do it."

"Ok." He released the toy when an arm stretched towards it and sank to his ass curling one foot under his raised leg before dropping to his side resting on his elbow. "You like that." Blue eyes moved to his as the toy was shoved in an open mouth. He soothed a hand over black hair that was getting thicker and dropped his hand to the toy tugging on it, before letting go when Dylan babbled slapping the toy as his legs kicking.

Boomerang ran in front of Dylan's play mat, laying down on the floor but was shuffling closer yet stopped every time Dylan looked at him or held a hand out.

Castiel twisted the cap of the juice and held it out towards Dean as he stepped over Dylan and sat on the back of the couch. "Sam got him a present today." He thought it was so sweet of the younger man to get Dylan a teddy. At first he thought the teddy was supposed to look worn, slightly faded but well-loved, however it seemed to have wear and tear, from much use, after a while he asked Sam why it looked that way and that's when Sam told him the story. "Mr Roar."

Dean felt his eyebrows shoot up. "No way." He lifted his eyes to Cas. "What today?" His brother loved that thing, no matter what age his brother was, he always kept that teddy close even when he went to college and was unloading boxes. Dean knew it was in a box but never said anything because he understood what it meant to Sam. "My mother gave him that thing the day he was born." He had a gotten a purple thing…. a cat if he remembered rightly that he eventually destroyed but Sam never did with his.

"I know he said and it looks so well loved." You could see it. "I asked why he gave it to Dylan and he said he wanted too." Castiel never had a possession to become attached too but the thought seemed like a nice one. To have something that was yours and meant something to you but didn't really have to be of importance or even something you would need day to day. "It's in Dylan's room, Sam let him sleep with it."

"I haven't seen that thing since Sam was fifteen." He had a fight with his brother about it, he really didn't see why his brother had slept with it every night and then one night, Sam waited up for him on the couch cuddling the damn thing. The girl he brought home thought it was so cute and spent the rest of her night talking with Sam on the couch…..at the time all Dean could think was Sammy had cock blocked him….with a teddy.

Castiel moved back into the kitchen after looking at the clock and checked on the food leaving Dean laying there on the floor, he placed his juice to rest by his chest and pulled his phone out his pocket deciding to text his brother.

Thanks for Mr Roar; I know it meant a lot to you.

He placed his phone on the floor by his juice waiting for a reply; it took less than four minutes to get one:

No worries man, I love my nephew and thought he could love it just as much as I do.

So how's things over there going?

He felt his face changing in to a frown, did his brother know what had happened;

OK why?

Dean waited for the text and the way it was worded told him his brother knew something;

Ok? Nothing else happened that you needed to tell me about?

Anything, big or small, you can tell me.

He raised his eyes to Dylan, who was playfully pulling another toy towards him, trying to remain cool as he typed back, by this time his frown was deepening even more;

My interview went well, thanks for asking.

If Sam was fishing for something he would have to do a little better than that, his phone buzzed again and he read the reply;

Cool, so how's Cas?

He could do this all night, when his brother was ready to spit it out he would be here still texting him back;

Cooking that meal you two bought earlier.

How's things on your end, Bobby? U?

The phoned buzzed again signalling another text but it was far too quick;

Cool over here. So Cas just cookin nothing unusual happen since u got bk?

He placed the phone down and took a sip of his juice smiling at Dylan who opened his mouth and then closed it watching him. "You want some?" Dean didn't think he would be able to drink from the bottle that had no nip, so he dipped his little finger, in then held it towards Dylan.

His son mouthed at his little fingers, sucking on it before scrunching his face up raising one hand halfway to his face fingers curling in the air. "Bit too strong of you, eh?" Dean laughed slightly before dropping his eyes to his phone as it buzzed again;

Come on man, just tell me?

The little fucker, he must have known what happened to be asking if something else had happened as a result. His frown sharpened into a glare, filled with anger directed at the phone but really his brother;

Tell you what Sammy?

Dean glared at his screen, knowing the answer before he read the text;

Dude u kissed Cas this morning, he told me, so stop being a dick and just tell me if anything happened when u got back?

He really was going to break his brother's nose;

I told you to stay out of it yet you stick your nose in it, I'm warning you Sam keep it out or I will break it. Nothing happened; I don't want anything to so leave it alone! : (angry face)

Yet the answer he got only made him angrier;

Dude that's lame, stop living in denial ur crap at it Dean and u couldn't reach my nose if u tried.

Dean tightened his fingers on his phone. "Fu….." He looked at Dylan. "…. utters." God damn he really was going to kick Sammy's ass, he had to stop with the short comments…. he wasn't that short;

Look u BFG (Bitchass Freaky Giant) I'll drop your ass and you know it…who tough you to fight, ME, so shut it. & nothing is lame, I didn't mean to kiss him, it won't happen again so leave it alone.

IF you don't I would hate for something to happen to MR ROAR.

Yeah take that, Dean smirked at the screen and felt it grow when his phone started buzzing as the screen came to life with the picture of his brother and the name, Sammy Calling. He slid the green button across the screen. "What's up Sammy?"

"Don't you dare touch Mr Roar I mean it Dean, you touch my teddy I will touch your car."

He sat up hand moving in the air with his anger, pointing at nothing. "Yeah try it and I'll be sending you stuffed parts in the mail." Dean was not going to back down. "Stay out my business what happens in my house, is my business not yours, do you understand."

"Yeah I get it, you're an idiot who is blatantly in love with the man he's living with yet refuses to admit it."

He tensed looking at the kitchen door way. "Who said anything about love?"

"I know you do but if you think you're hiding it well, you obviously need to look up the meaning because your crap at it, I've seen children do it better."

The little shit. "Look, stay out of it and leave it alone, last warning."

"Fine I will, Cas didn't even react to your kiss this morning so what's that tell you."

Dean opened his mouth but the line went dead, what the hell was that supposed to mean? He glared at his phone before switching it off and tossing it over the back of the couch trying not to think about what his brother said, yet it was stuck in his head.

Nothing happened since the kiss this morning, Cas acted normal when he came in but whatever, he honestly didn't expect the ex-angel to react…. well that was a lie, he expected something to happen. Even if it was just a simple question about why he kissed him.

Just some kind of reaction yet he got nothing but normal?

"Agh fuck Sammy." He ran a hand through his hair hating that in the last few days he brother had pulled a thread in his mind that was now starting to unravel faster than he could deal with, when he heard Castiel's voice he snapped his head up looking at the other man. He was stood in jeans and a t-shirt, hair was a little dishevelled but otherwise he was perfectly ok. "What?" Dean tried not to have a tone but damn he was pissed.

He just frowned. "I said is everything ok?" Castiel wasn't sure what had happened but he knew something did happen. "Sam text me telling me to protect Mr Roar and I have no idea why."

"Why you asking me, you and him are best buddies always talking to each other so why would I know?" Ever since he freaked out, Cas went to Sam and even after they talked, where Cas promised he would try to come to him, it was still like before, he talked to Sam.

Not him.

Castiel swallowed at the tone not knowing why Dean was so angry or why it was directed at him. "I don't understand what you mean by that?"

"You never do." He just glared at him but immediately felt bad when Cas spoke, god he was such a prick sometimes.

"I don't know what I did to upset you so I'm going to leave you alone, I did want to eat dinner with you but I will eat my dinner in the kitchen instead and you can eat in here with Dylan." He really didn't know what was wrong but he didn't want to aggravate the situation or Dean. He knew the man well enough to know his moods and in this one you wouldn't get an answer from him as to why he was angry, it was best to leave him alone.

"Cas, man wait." He moved to his knees, using his other hand to lean on and reached out grasping the other man's wrist as Castiel turned, he pulled him to a stop not sure what to say or exactly how to say something, if he did plan to say it.

He looked at the hunter then at his wrist before smiling. "I accept your apology." Even if Dean didn't say sorry he still tried to stop him from leaving and he never did that before. "Dinner will be ready soon, you want to wash up."

Letting his fingers slid from Cas's wrist he just nodded and glanced at Dylan. "Make him a bottle I'll feed him after I've showered." Pushing to his feet he moved passed Castiel and walked up the stairs towards his bedroom pulling his shirt over his head to drop it to the floor. He moved into the bathroom unfastening his jeans and turned the shower on before pushing them down until they dropped to the floor.

Stepping under the spray, he exhaled feeling hot water pelting down over his head and shoulders, it felt so nice but he still had tension in his body as his mind was racing over the phone call and what his god damn nosey brother had said. So what if Castiel didn't react? He didn't want him to because lately he had been acting stupidly when it came to the ex-angel, he got jealous of a pizza girl, fought with his brother over many different things.

All because it had to do with Cas.

Damn he really need to sort himself out, pull his head out his ass and be a man about it. There was no excuse for the way he was acting, it was hard to claim he didn't want anything to happen yet get jealous when others came to close.

Or even be pissed at the fact Cas didn't react to his kiss, on the cheek.

He never wanted to think or go into depth about how he felt or what he felt for the ex-angel because it was best left alone….he remember that night when Castiel spoke to him trying to explain why he gave him Dylan;

Castiel came to his feet. "I did everything for you, so why can you not accept my gift," He watched the way something passed through those blue eyes but he refused to name it. "By allowing yourself to be happy and have the life you always wanted."

He asked himself if it was that simple?

What was he scared of, if it wasn't change?

Dean knew the answer even back then, as least he though he did.

Nothing was simple when it came to Castiel, he had been through so much with him, there was a history built between them and it ran so deep, which Dean never wanted to lose or jeopardise by even allowing his thoughts to become anything else but friendship. Tipping his head up, towards the spray, he let it hit his face placing his hands against the shower wall;

It wasn't like he didn't want to care or even try, it was just the opposite.

He cared far too much to try and give Castiel something he had been unable to give anyone else in his whole life and watch it fall apart around him; pushing the one person he is the closet to, away from him. At first it was just that holding back because it could never happen, Cas was an angel and he was a hunter but then that reasoning disappeared leaving nothing between them and for the briefest second he thought maybe just maybe.

But now they had Dylan and it just reaffirmed that he could not let it go passed friendship, he would not risk his relationship with Cas for a few times between the sheets….even if he desperately wanted to.

Yet all those thoughts of resisting were going out the window with everything little thing that was happening, his brother was right, it was obvious he cared….loved Cas yet that one thought stuck in his head.

Castiel didn't react to the kiss, Dean knew he should be thankful but he just wanted something, even if it was minuscule rating on the reactions chart, he still wanted it.

-.-.-

Castiel picked up the house phone feeling a little excited since it was the first call on it and clicked the answer button. "Hello…." Did he say their names or just their last name, well Dean's? "Winchester's residence, Castiel speaking how may I help you?"

"Hello." The voice sounded slightly unsure. "Is Dean Winchester there please?"

"No he's busy at the moment but I can pass a message on or if you would like to phone back later to speak to him you can." He nodded lifting his eyes to the clock seeing Dean had been fifteen minutes and it was nearing Dylan's bottle time.

"Are you Dean's partner?" The man sounded curious.

He just nodded looking at their son. "Yes I am." Castiel like being Dean's partner when it came to raising their son and living together.

"Well it's just Stan from the garage, in the interview today I was really impressed and just wanted to say the job is his if he wants it so if you could pass the message on and tell him to phone me tomorrow and let me know if he does, I would be most greatful."

Castiel smiled. "Of course I will, thank you for calling so soon."

"You're welcome." Stan's voiced sounded surprised but cheerful. "Goodbye."

"Goodbye." He placed the phone down and moved towards Dylan on his play mate. "Yay." He clapped gently in front of his son before stroking Boomerang who was playful pouncing in front of the baby on the floor. He smiled and reached out picking Dylan up. "Daddy sounds like he got the job." Castiel kissed the little boy's cheek before turning, when he heard footsteps on the stairs. "Stan phoned."

Dean just nodded as he stepped off the bottom step. "What did he say?" He held his hands out as he moved towards them seeing Castiel smiling widely, maybe he got a second interview or maybe…the job.

"He said the jobs was yours if you wanted it, all you have to do is phone him in the morning and let him know." He passed Dylan over and moved towards the kitchen getting the bottle ready for their son. It was exciting news and maybe it would cheer Dean up from his earlier mood, he had been trying to work the courage up to kiss the man's cheek but when he saw Dean in a mood he just thought it would be best to leave it.

But maybe with this news he could give him a hug to congratulate him, turning when the bottle was done he went into the living room finding Dean sat in a chair at the table resting Dylan in his arms. "Here, you go."

"Thanks." Dean put the bottle toward his son's mouth, after testing the heat and rested back in the chair but felt his eyebrow rise when hands found his shoulders squeezing before simply resting there; he frowned slightly tipping his head back seeing Cas smiling. "You really happy about the job thing."

He just nodded. "This is good news and you wanted to find a job." Castiel just looked at Dean's face, moving his eyes from green, over the arch of his eyebrows and down the bridge of his nose, to his lips. "I'm happy for you."

Dean just smiled. "Thanks Cas." He felt fingers span his throat and swallowed lifting his head when they slid over his shoulder as Castiel pulled back. "Dinner ready yet?" He was ready for bed; it had been a tiring day.

"Yeah I'll set it out now, are you taking Dylan to bed or putting him in his slouch chair." Castiel stopped in the kitchen doorway looking at the older man waiting for an answer.

"I'll take him upstairs." He was nearly finished his bottle so he would just put him down after.

"Ok." He moved into the kitchen getting two plates out and then took the food from the oven with the mits before resting it on the side, Castiel didn't know if Dean was still angry but he didn't seem as excited or happy by the news, as he was. He frowned putting the food on the first plate wondering what had upset him, grabbing the other plate he placed some food on it and moved towards the fridge grabbing a beer for Dean.

Maybe it would help him relax.

-.-.-

He soothed his hand over Dylan's head. "Night little man." Eyes closed as a hand came up close to rest by his face; Dean just smiled and stood up right, seeing Mr Roar resting on the chair beside Dylan's crib. It made him smile as he moved out the door pulling it to and moved back down the stairs seeing Castiel sat at the table but playing with Boomerang. "Is it cold?"

"No, it's still hot." He patted the puppy's head and sat up right in his seat and kept his hands in his lap. "Dean, do you think we can do something?" Castiel wanted to do this before but wasn't sure if the others would like it.

He just looked at Cas. "What?" The answer made him gave a small chuckle.

"Can we say grace before we eat at the table?" Castiel did it in his head but would like to say it out loud.

Dean just slid one hand across the table, palm open. "Sure." He accepted Castiel's fingers curving over his and bent his head closing his eyes as Castiel said grace. "Amen." He spoke the word after Cas finished and picked his fork up. He leaned his forearm on the table noticing the beer by his plate and just smiled his thanks at Cas as he ate, they didn't really speak but then he wasn't really in the mood to.

When the meal was over he took both plates. "Thanks Cas that was nice."

"You're welcome. Do you want me to wash up?"

"Nah I got it, you can watch TV or go to bed, or something." He just nodded as he walked into the kitchen putting his plate in the skin and started the tap, running the water. Dean washed up slowly before drying the pots and putting them away. He exited the kitchen to see the living room darkened and everything switched off, he moved up the stairs and into his bedroom seeing Castiel patting Boomerang and pulling the covers up, his hair wet. "You had a shower."

"Yes." He fiddled with the blanket for a minute before coughing. "Are you getting into bed?"

"Yeah just going to brush my teeth, why?" Dean flicked the bathroom light on before looking over his shoulder, Castiel was fiddling with the covers before shaking his head saying nothing, so he just moved towards the sink and grabbed his toothbrush.

He wondered if he should do it, Dean seemed to still be in a mood from earlier but he had been thinking about this all day, since Sam had talked to him and when the other man flicked the lights off before coming towards the bed, he decided he would.

Dean slid into the bed and draped the covers over his thighs before resting back on his right hand as he twisted his chest to flick the lamp off on his right side with his other arm and twisted back, grabbing the covers but paused when Castiel said his name. "Yeah?

Castiel saw him through the darkness of the room, not clear but still enough to make him out, with help from the moon light and leaned forward quickly pressing his lips to the hunter's cheek then pulled back. "Good night."

He felt his lips curving as Cas quickly lay down and rolled onto his side, quick but not quick enough that he didn't see the blush. "Night Cas." Dean laid down on his back feeling Boomerang settle near his hand and stroked the dog, closing his eyes.

He got his reaction, it made him think slightly.

Maybe it wasn't going to be simple, nothing worth having was but then maybe that was a risk he was willing to take.


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