Summary: AU. Life after the Apocalypse. Hopefully funny & romantic. Dean/Castiel. Possible Sam/Gabriel and possible MPreg in later chapters. Please Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or it's characters. *Wails and curls up into a ball* I don't own any songs or movies used in these chapters.
Happy Families – Chapter Seven
Dean awoke next to his angel. Castiel still clung to him like his life depended on it. Dean really needed the bathroom, but as he went to get out of bed, the arms gripping him tight held on.
"Don't leave me, Dean. Please don't go."
Dean smiled and kissed Castiel's head softly.
"I'm sorry, Baby, I have pee really bad."
He'd earned the right to call Castiel 'Baby' again after his performance in bed the night before. As soon as Dean began to thrust into his angel he earned that right back. He was so gentle with Castiel and when the pet name accidentally slipped out, Castiel let out a long moan.
"Say it again, Dean!" He breathed, "Call me that again!"
That was the moment Dean knew he was truly forgiven.
Castiel loosened his grip on Dean.
"Alright then. Promise me you'll come back to me as soon as you've done." He said, his voice thick with sleep and his eyes still closed.
"Of course, Angel. Anything for you." Dean replied, heading for the bathroom.
Two minutes later he returned and climbed back into bed. He felt Castiel move into his arms, the former angel lifting a hand to cup his cheek, then both his hands roaming his body. Dean gripped Castiel tightly and followed suit. All the wanted was to feel each other, make sure they were still really there. Dean lifted Castiel's head and they had a slow, passionate kiss, Dean feeling his lover's lips trembling beneath his own.
"Don't let me go…" Castiel breathed, "I need you, Dean. I need you to hold me, please…"
Dean nodded.
"Alright," he whispered, "I won't let go until you want me to."
Chuck smiled as he wrote in his notebook.
"I really have to get a laptop!" he thought, moving his wrist in a circular motion to relieve him of the cramp that started in it from scribbling in that book all morning.
Dean and Castiel were happy again, leaving everybody relieved. In Bobby's house, happiness and normality (if you can call it that) resumed. Lucifer and Gabriel were engrossed in the wrestling they'd taped the night before.
Sam trudged into the kitchen where Bobby and Raphael sat drinking coffee.
"Mornin', Sammy." Bobby said with a smile.
"Hey, Bobby…" Sam replied, "Morning, Raph."
"Morning, Samuel." Raphael said, taking a sip of coffee, closing his eyes and savouring the taste, "I had no idea human food and beverages were so pleasurable."
Sam and Bobby coughed uncomfortably at the words and Raphael tutted.
"You are…what did Azrael call them…?"(He thought for a moment.) "Ah! Preverts!"
"It's perverts…and we weren't being perverted." Sam said.
"I beg to differ." Raphael replied, heading into the living room to join his siblings.
Photo albums were spread over the floor. Castiel sat with four piles of photos in front of him, one for each album. Dean entered the bedroom with two cups of coffee. He smiled at the peaceful expression on his angel's face. Hisangel…that thought was always a wonderful one.
"What are you doing, Cas?" Dean asked, setting the cups of coffee on the bedside tables.
"Just starting the photo albums. Do you want to help?" Castiel replied, looking at Dean with his gorgeous, big blue eyes. Dean couldn't resist those eyes. He smiled and nodded, sitting in front of Castiel and the photos.
"The first album is just of me and you." Castiel said, Dean taken the first pile of photos to look through.
He moved to Castiel's side so they could look through together. In two months they had taken over three-hundred photos. There were around forty of Castiel and Dean, at least one-hundred and seventy of the entire family, about eighty-five of Sam, Dean, Bobby, Castiel, Chuck and of course Lucifer, and about thirty of Castiel, Lucifer, Sam and Dean.
Dean and Castiel's album was white with an ivory pattern on it. As they looked through the photos, they remembered each one being taken. The first one was when they'd just moved into the new house and they were play fighting over the TV remote. Castiel was pinned to the floor with the TV remote in his hand, smiling up at Dean who'd straddled his waist trying to reach, both of them laughing. The last few photos of the pile got them snuggling together, smiling as they looked through. One was of them sat on a hillside from a trip out with Sam and Chuck, watching the sunset. They had their backs to the camera, but they were leaning against each other, Dean with an arm around Castiel. The final one brought one of their favourite moments back. They were stood under a weeping willow tree in the park, sharing a passionate kiss.
"I remember that well." Castiel whispered, gently taking Dean's hand in his own.
"So do I…" Dean replied, "Let's keep that one out and put it in a frame, huh?"
Dean had remembered everything about that kiss, the way Castiel looked in the dark blue shirt and black jeans, the way his eyes fluttered shut as their lips connected, his scent and taste, and the way he held Dean as they expressed their love for each other.
"That would be nice." Castiel said, kissing Dean's cheek.
"You can keep it by your side of the bed if you want." Dean whispered, "That way you can see it when I'm not there to look at."
Castiel smiled beautifully at Dean and nodded.
"Why would you not be there for me to look at?" he asked.
Dean thought.
"I can't think of any reason why I wouldn't be there for you to look at…not by my own choice anyway."
The second album was for the photos of the Earth family, a green album that had a golden border. Dean and Castiel continued to giggle like children as they looked through the second pile, especially at the one from July 30th when Lucifer drew a moustache and beard on an unsuspecting, sleeping Sam. They laughed even harder when they remembered the last photo in the pile, Bobby holding the Devil in a headlock. Lucifer had dropped a block of ice down the back of Bobby's shirt, so the elder hunter grabbed him and headlocked him, knuckling his head so hard Lucifer nearly cried.
The album for the entire family, blue with a gold border made them laugh, but it brought back a few sad memories to Castiel, especially ones of his family leaving him to return to Heaven. Castiel's favourite had to be the one where Uriel and Raphael were learning how to dance to 'The Macarena', as taught by Gabriel. Dean's favourite photo was of Castiel hugging Jesus, with Michael and Azrael arm wrestling in the background. The look on Castiel's face made Dean's breath catch. Castiel was smiling wider than Dean had ever seen, as he snuggled up to his father who ran a hand through His son's hair.
The album for the brothers of the Earth family, Sam & Dean, Castiel & Lucifer was their favourite by far to sort out. There was even a photo of Sam and the Devil sharing a hug, which Castiel smiled at. He remembered all the good times in those two months, when even Lucifer had been happy. He wanted it to remain that way forever.
The couple kept about twenty to one side to put up around the house and left a pile of five or six in case Sam wanted some in his own room.
"Bobby! Can you get Lucifer off of me, please!" Sam yelled as Lucifer knocked him to the living room floor.
"Where are my Smarties?" the Devil screamed, "You ate them didn't you, you bastard!"
"Luce, get off of him!" Bobby yelled, yanking the Devil to his feet.
"He at my Smarties!" Lucifer cried, "He ate my Smarties!"
Bobby laughed.
"Dean ate your Smarties in his nervous state yesterday." He said, the Devil's face turning almost purple with anger.
"I'll kill him!" He yelled, cracking his knuckles, "I'll kill the little shit!"
"Calm down, I'll go and get you another tube from the store." Bobby chuckled, heading out to go to the store.
Castiel stacked the albums neatly on the book shelf in the living room. He sighed and ran his fingers down the spines of them, turning as he heard the front door open.
"Here, I've got about thirty photo frames, will that be enough?" Dean asked, Castiel smiling gratefully at him.
"I should think so. Thank you, Dean."
"No problem, Cas."
Dean kissed Castiel's cheek and put the large carrier bag on the coffee table, Castiel sitting on the floor rather than the sofa to look through them. Dean didn't know how he could refuse Castiel's big blue eyes…well…apart from yesterday when they'd had a huge fight…
Dean looked at the clock. It was 2:48pm, and Castiel was still sorting the photos out. Well there were over three-hundred of them. Castiel moved the sofa back and pushed the coffee table out of the way.
"This will be a long process…" he began, Dean helping him clear a space on the floor, "If you don't want to help I understand. It can be tedious I've heard."
"What exactly are you doing?" Dean asked, watching Castiel as he began to lay the frames out on the floor.
"I'm trying to match each photo to its perfect frame. Would you like to help me?"
"Sure."
They matched photo to frame quite quickly. The one of them in the park was the bottom of the pile, and there were five spare frames. Castiel's hand moved over them and then hovered above one, which was blue and had a white lily sculptured in the corner of it. Dean sat forward slightly as his hand stopped.
"That's the one." Castiel said, softly.
"You're right." Dean replied, opening the back and slotting the photo in.
Castiel took the frame, turned it over and kissed it, right where their lips met on the photo. Dean took it from Castiel and did the same, heading towards the stairs.
"Your side of the bed." Dean said, Castiel nodding in response.
Castiel picked up the remaining frames and followed Dean up.
*SPLAT*
"Good shot, Gabriel!" Sam laughed, as water bomb hit the Devil clean on the face.
"I'll get you back for that! TAKE THAT!" Lucifer yelled, hitting Gabriel with a spray of water from the hosepipe.
The Archangel flew backwards and hit the fence, screaming as Lucifer mercilessly attacked her with the water. Sam distracted Lucifer by hitting him with a bucket of water. Chuck wrestled the Devil to the ground and took the hosepipe from him, hitting him with the spray of water.
"Hang on! Who's on my team?" Lucifer asked, almost hurt that everyone was ganging up on him.
"WE ARE!" Raphael yelled, launching a water bomb at Sam.
Bobby charged forward and threw a bucket of water at Chuck, everyone laughing at the fact that Bobby was now joining in the water fight.
-TBC-
