"Okay, back off bitch, you have a boyfriend – don't you?" Charlie asks, astonished that Dean really is going there.

Dean sighs. "It's not about that – it's just, well, Jo hasn't really known you that long and last time I checked in on her love life, right before she died and came back, I'm pretty damn sure she was in love with me."

"So you don't think she could possibly be in love with me, huh? It's only been a couple weeks but I mean," Charlie stops herself, going wide-eyed as she thinks of what she's about to admit. "Never mind, okay, just go let Cas know before you go snogging the girl I like – alright?"

Charlie runs out the door and leaves Dean holding a damn-near-lifeless Joanne Harvelle in his arms. He takes a moment to sit down. Laying the girl he knew what felt like ages ago in his arms.

Sam catches Charlie on the stairs, as she runs so fast she tumbles forward down the stairs. It just happened to be a lucky catch. "What – hey, what happened?"

Charlie just looks up at Sam, hoping in her head she looks more composed on the outside about things than she feels on the inside. She doesn't. "Sam, what – it's, well, it's nothing. Don't worry about it," she looks over at Cas who's sitting by Bela, helping clean up the mess of blood around her. "Hey, Dean needs to talk to you – it's nothing serious really, just another complicated spell. He'll want your permission before helping out – because he thinks he is the only one who could solve it."

Sam catches on first. "You and Jo – the costumes for the coming Con, she was Sleeping Beauty – wasn't she?"

Charlie nods slowly. "I think we may need to keep off of the cons for a while, at least with the story-loving jerk that is using us as a Masterpiece Theatre to cure his boredom. I've learned my lesson the hard way."

Sam helps Charlie up to walk, nodding to Cas to go upstairs while Gabriel and Lucy take over helping with Bela. Sam walks Charlie to the living room and onto a couch and they sit together for a minute before she finally speaks up. "You know, I really shouldn't have thought – he's right, I mean, I never even…with her it wasn't clearly like that for her maybe I just…it's stupid to have thought anything like that."

Sam shakes his head, pulling his little sister into a side-bear-hug. "No, it's not stupid. You really like her, huh?"

"I think I might actually be falling for this one, and it's so not my style to say something like that, but it's true," Charlie says, shrugging under Sam's embrace. "I don't really give that much of a care to anything because usually I would know I have to leave soon from it, but I actually feel like I have a home for the first time in a long time."

"Well, I know the feeling – but I need to tell you something. I know you don't really look up to me the same way you do with Dean, but maybe you can just level with me when I say that even if he kisses Jo and it works…it doesn't mean she won't love you, it just means that she's not there yet. So don't give up that easily if there's still a chance," Sam says with a deep smile.

Charlie leans over to squeeze Sam back in a big hug. "You know I love you, right?"

"You are my sister – I love you too, Charlie," Sam replies as he hugs her back.

*Upstairs in Jo/Charlie's Room*

"Charlie isn't very happy with you right now, Dean," Cas says as he enters the room and kneels in front of them.

Dean looks up with a very conflicted expression on his face. "How about you, Cas – I mean, I don't want to ruin something that's just begun over a spell I am trying to help break for my friend. I've already let her die once on my watch, alright? She's already died for me once. I can't do it again."

Cas reaches out his hand and puts in on Dean's arm. "I don't…I wouldn't think anything of it other than you saving Jo, I wouldn't. As long as you promise that is the case."

"I promise, it's nothing more than that – and I will apologize to Charlie again either way this goes over," Dean promises to Castiel.

Cas nods. "Then, by all means, get this over with," Cas pulls his arm back and rests both hands in his lap, watching carefully now.

"I'm sure that's not the best fairytale line ever written before a tragically perfect kiss, but sure we'll go with that," Dean says softly. Then he looks up at Cas. "Can I ask you one more thing – I just wanna be alone with Jo for this, especially if I have to explain after what happened and how Charlie feels and such, it's just, it's a big deal and it's more a friend thing but it's between Jo and me."

Cas nods again, standing up slowly. "I hope I am not wrong in agreeing to this, and I will be right outside the door if you need me."

"Thanks, Cas," Dean says as his boyfriend shuts the door behind himself. He's finally got his moment alone with Jo. "You know, last time I did this kissing thing you were dying too. I mean, I hope this isn't going to turn into a thing, I can't handle you dying off so much," Dean says, chuckling softly. He leans down and presses his lips gently to Jo's, waiting moments and moments before letting loose. Jo still remained still as a rock. Dean sighs as somewhere in his mind he is praising the facts. "Well, whaddaya know, I guess Charlie was right," Dean mumbles to himself first. "CAS!"

Cas opens the door, a huge grin on his face. "Yes, Dean?"

Dean takes in the smile and breaks down laughing a bit. "You were eavesdropping, huh?"

"Only the entire time, and Charlie is on her way up now," Cas answers, coming in and sitting beside Dean. "Sorry, you aren't everybody's somebody."

"I don't care if I'm everybody's as long as I am yours," Dean replies softly before leaning over and capturing his boyfriend's lips with his own, feeling relief at the warm and comfortable contact, the motion and feel of kissing someone you truly love.

Charlie walks in with Sam and starts laughing. "Guys, I mean, it's cool and all – but could you not while you are holding Jo like that?"

Dean pulls away reluctantly from Cas. He looks up at Charlie with a grin. "You can have her, I mean, she's yours to save. Guess you are really Princess Charming."

"Shut up," Charlie says, playfully shoving Dean's arm before crouching in front of them to take Jo into her own lap. "I really, really hope this works – or we are like super-screwed," Charlie says nervously, leaning down and pressing her lips once softly to Jo's.

Charlie is surprised in the best of ways when she feels the blonde's hand reach to her face and lips moving against hers. Charlie starts giggling into the kiss and Jo parts them. Jo takes a look around the room at all the faces staring at them with huge smiles and looks back at Charlie. "What the hell happened, Bradbury?"

"Well, it was just another trick going on – the outfit kind of made for an interesting scenario, in which I follow with maybe asking you out sometime because that kiss wouldn't have worked if you didn't have some really lovey feelings for me," Charlie says with a flush. "I mean, uh, if that's cool."

Jo takes a look at her outfit and laughs. "That explains it – well, yeah, we should totally do that. Next time we should do the whole thing without Team Free Will surrounding us."

"I kinda agree," Charlie says with a chuckle.

Jo gets herself up from Charlie's arms and crawls over to sit beside Dean for a minute. "You know, we really do have to break that habit now."

"You heard it all, didn't you?" Dean says with a nervous smile.

Jo laughs, leaning her head on Dean's shoulder. "Yeah, and even though you aren't my knight in shining armor, it's comforting to know I got a friend on my side."

Charlie gets up off the floor and faces Sam with a smile. "I guess I didn't have to do the waiting around thing, which is a plus, but I wanted to thank you – you are a pretty good big brother."

"I couldn't ask for a better sister. Deanna isn't just the same," Sam jokes, laughing heartily as Dean chucks a throw pillow at him.

"Bitch, I am an awesome sister," Dean remarks in backlash.

"Oh, so I can call you Deanna now then, Jerk?" Sam asks jokingly.

Dean frowns. "No – I will just have to settle for being best brother."

"Yeah, but that's not so bad of a title either," Sam replies with sincerity. "You are a much better brother than I could've ever asked for."

"And just because he won't be calling you Deanna doesn't mean I won't be, just saying – that is gold!" Gabriel yells from the hall.

"I can't believe you love that guy," Dean jokes as a way of getting back at the trickster, before Gabriel peeks out from under Sam's arm and wraps himself around a side of Sam's torso, watching Dean with puppy eyes. "That's not fair – did you teach him that?"

Sam looks down at Gabriel and laughs softly. "There's a gazillion reasons why I love him, and then there's Lucy who is right behind me too," Lucy comes out and leans on Sam's other side. "How the hell did this happen? I mean, this is too much happy, right? Something majorly bad is going to have to weigh this out."

"Sammy," Lucy coos, "let's try not to be so negative."

Gabriel shrugs. "It's not a bad thing to be a bit cautious, I mean when I did these sort of things back in the day it was always back-to-back no commercial breaks unless those breaks had more torment – which, did I ever apologize for?"

"The genital herpes commercial was a tad excessive," Sam replies with a roll of the eyes. "Otherwise, it was actually a bit fun."

"If I ever get my powers back, you will completely regret saying that," Gabriel says, stepping on his tip-toes to kiss Sam on the cheek. "It feels nice to touch you and it actually be, you know, without burning fevers and death on the horizon if we don't rush to bed – although don't get me wrong, lusty times with you are awesome."

"First of all, 'lusty times' is the weirdest thing I have ever heard out of anybody's mouth ever," Dean begins. "Secondly, never talk about sex with my brother in front of me, PLEASE."

"Sorry Deanna, I wouldn't want to hurt your delicate southern values. Someday some boy will be lucky enough to hike up your skirt and you will understand," Gabriel jokes.

Dean gets an angry enough look on his face that Gabriel immediately bolts out of the room, yanking Lucy and Sam along with him. Jo looks over at Dean, smirking as she gets up and stands, getting ready to follow Charlie who is ready to leave the room. "You know he's a bit right – getting laid would, you know, not be a bad thing for you."

"Just not on my floor, okay guys?" Charlie remarks as she is pulled along with Jo out the door.

Castiel looks at Dean with a soft smile. "We don't have to have intercourse just so – UMPH."

Dean cuts Cas off with a searing kiss, pushing the angel down onto the floorboards and climbing on his lap, grinding down furiously together. When they release for air, Castiel looks at Dean with wide eyes. "What was-?"

"I am not doing this for anybody else, fuck Cas, I just…I think maybe we've waited long enough, I mean, the only reason we haven't is because I wasn't sure and there wasn't time between all these stupid dramas and who knows when the next one will start and I just want," Dean doesn't finish his words before Cas leans up and melds their lips together once more.

Cas makes this kiss quicker, whispering "not here" before they pull themselves up from the floor. Beyond that, they are inseparable. Bodies pressed together, slamming into walls and railings as they make out the whole way to their room, ignoring the cat-calls and wolf-whistles some of the others make around them as they make their way down the hall.

They slam the door open, Castiel kicks his foot back to kick it shut behind them as he pushes Dean down onto the mattress, grinding into him in the most delicious way they've known together yet. Castiel releases Dean's lips in favor of stripping them of their shirts, reattaching their lips as they pull each other's bottom-clothing off between grinds, only pausing for air when needed. And – "Dean, fuck, I need – where did you put it?"

"Bedside – fuck, Cas, I can't think when you are, you know what I am saying," Dean says breathlessly as Castiel pumps their erections together in his one hand while using the other hand to fish a bottle of lubricant out of the drawer.

He looks to Dean, leaning down to have his face hover right over Dean's before leaning so his lips are right at Dean's ear, nipping a few times at the sensitive spot behind it before actually speaking in a whisper. "I want to fuck you until you are raw and you can't walk right for a week, can I do that?"

Dean doesn't know at this point how to do anything coherently except for nod. Cas takes the hand he was using to pump both of their erections and uses it first to have Dean's hand replace his in that position, arching into touch. As Dean takes over with that, he slicks up his fingers and starts inserting them into Dean one at a time. On the first there is a visible flinch Dean does, unsure about the intrusion, distracted by Castiel's lips on his and contact of their cocks sliding so well together under his palm.

The second finger is more welcome, it's fine, and he's not sure what to think when it comes to the third. The third stretches enough that Dean feels a bit of a burn. That is until Castiel tries in an experimental attempt to curl his fingers and Dean starts grinding down on Castiel's fingers insistently. "Cas, oh fuck, that again – whatever you did, that," Dean says in the split seconds he lets Castiel's lips escape his body. Cas obliges, rubbing against that same spot again and again until Dean is demanding for something more.

Castiel uses his free hand to pull his cock away from Dean's grasp, insisting that Dean still keep working on himself as well while he slicks up his own erection until he deems it slick enough and pulls his fingers out, aligning himself with Dean's entrance and pulling Dean's legs around his hips before finally starting to push the head in. Dean hisses, and Castiel stops immediately. "Dean, are you al-"

"If you ask me if I am alright right now, I swear on everything," Dean mutters. "Just give me a second, alright, just slowly inch yourself in."

Castiel nods, leaning down to distract Dean by sucking, kissing, and biting at the hunter's neck – forgetting to ask about if Dean cared about marks, which both of them would later find he didn't really care too much about. Castiel also noticed how Dean's hand hadn't been moving on his own cock anymore and took over again, pulling the hunter's hand away and stroking again and again in a slow rhythm as he tried to push in deeper, not quite believing that it could possibly be feeling as good as he felt right now.

"Dean, is this okay?" Castiel says as he has buried himself to the hilt.

Dean takes a few sharp breaths. "Not gonna lie – it hurts like a bit of a bitch, but it's weirdly good."

"Do you want me to move?" Castiel suggests in a low voice, not even hearing it himself, as he is overridden with lust. His pupils are almost completely blown and he is looking at Dean with hungry eyes.

Dean laughs softly, them both feeling a deep vibration from it. "Do you want to move?"

"I," Cas can't finish the sentence, he just loses himself in it, taking the question as a permission and starts thrusting, adjusting himself and thrusting into the angle that he believes he had earlier caught with his fingers.

Dean found that Cas wasn't wrong, and was writhing with every motion. He bucked his hips up as Castiel pushed forward with each violently passionate thrust until he couldn't take anymore pleasure. He screams out his lover's name as he comes all over the ex-angel's hand and their chests. Dean feels the muscles of his ass tighten around Castiel's erect member, and the angelic man practically spasms as he grasps onto Dean tightly and rides out his orgasm, using a tight biting grip on Dean's neck to scream anything past his partner's name for the whole house to hear.

Castiel pulls out of Dean slowly after he's done his orgasm, taking a minute to lie beside Dean and get past both of their need for panting for breath. Cas looks over at Dean. "That was…correct?"

Dean chuckles. "I sure think so."

"We can, maybe, do that again sometime?" Castiel asks sheepishly.

Dean smiles wickedly. "Let's give it a few minutes and we'll see what we can do."

"Not tonight," Cas says. Dean looks at Cas, surprised. "I don't know about you, but I found that quite exhausting. I am sure it takes practice to do that more times without feeling so tired."

Dean sighs. "Your right about that – hold on." Dean gets up for a minute and walks into the bathroom. Cas watches until Dean comes back out with a wet cloth and Cas laughs. "We…made a bit of a mess."

Cas just laughs, and they clean each other off with the cloth. Dean throws it back in the washroom hamper before putting on some pajamas and throwing some at Cas. Once they are both ready for bed, Dean dives back under the covers and cuddles Cas in his arms. Cas smiles. "Is it too early to sleep?"

"I don't care, ask me tomorrow morning," Dean says sleepily against Castiel's neck.

Cas laughs softly. "Goodnight, Dean."

"Goodnight," Dean mumbles before they fall into a deep and comfortable sleep.

*Outside of the Room*

"I so didn't need to hear that," Sam mutters, a shiver running through him as he sits with a cup of hot cocoa downstairs in the living room, surrounded by almost everyone else in the household who had retreated to the lower-level after the first few moans begun.

Lucy shrugs as he is leaning on Sam's left shoulder. "It's alright. You will get them back for it later."

"Threefold that, come on, we could torture him pretty good," Gabriel mumbles, curling into Sam's right side.

Alfie pouts. "Do they have to talk like that, after all of that? How many of my brothers are really so rude as to want to scar each-other?" Adam laughs before whispering something in Alfie's ear, making the young angel blush to the ears and hide his face in Adam's shoulder.

Charlie looks over at Jo and smiles. "This is turning into the Love-Shack."

"The place for everybody to shack-up or go home – sorry Michael, you are the weakest link," Jo jokes in Michael's direction.

Michael rolls his eyes. "You are all weak and petty, and should not focus on such trivial things in a time like this."

Crowley walks Bela through the door, huffing. "I can't believe you wanted to take a cab."

"I thought it would be less obvious to any oncoming threats if we didn't poof out of the hospital, that's all," Bela replies. "Also, I mean, it takes some getting used to the whole demon-travel thing. How are you going to fare when it's gone if you can't even deal with cab-fare!"

"It was bloody twenty-dollars and that was not that far away, the bastard overcharged us," Crowley says sharply. "He was taking advantage of his position as a monkey that could push pedals."

"Maybe if you hadn't said that in the – hey, why's everyone downstairs?" Bela asks as she sees how packed the living room is.

"Dean and Cas were doing the nasty so we all had to vacate the upstairs premises," Kina mumbled from her small corner. "I am not hooking up with anyone, by the way, if anyone was curious enough to ask."

"You are also a kid – and we haven't been housing any other ones," Sam gets cut off by a knock at the door.

"Did we not just walk through that thing? There was nobody there, at least not that we saw," Crowley says, cursing to himself as he puts down his coat and answers the door to a familiar-looking boy with dark hair and bowlegs.

"Is…Dean Winchester here?" the young boy asks slowly.

Crowley sighs. "Yes, squirrel is here. May I ask who you are – you look sort of, I don't know, familiar."

"My name is Ben, it's a long story, but can you please get Dean? It's important," Ben says slowly, clutching the sleeves of his red hoodie nervously as he stands in the doorway.

"Ah, I remember now," Crowley says with a unnatural welcoming smile, remembering exactly who this boy is and why he's met him before – knowing more that this is Dean's child even though Lisa had only told him that Ben was a step-son, as he was in the past going to use it to up that leverage on the Winchesters when he was not on their side expressly. "Come, sit, it's too cold for just a sweater out there today. The wind has a bit of a bite to it."

Crowley walks upstairs quietly and knocks on the door until Cas finally answers, sleepy-eyed and frustrated. "This had better be an emergency," Cas murmurs tiredly.

"Say, Cas, I thought you put your angel-voodoo on Dean's boy to not remember him. Wasn't that right? Lisa and his bastard child, you remember the two?" Crowley says rather bluntly.

Cas blinks a few times, thinking. "Yes, I believe so, Lisa and her child-"

"Lisa and their child, to correct you – did you not know, really?" Crowley asks, actually slightly shocked that the angel hadn't figured it out as well.

Cas clears his throat. "Dean – you need to wake up."

"Are you ready for round two already?" Dean says with a throaty, sleepy chuckle as he reaches over to where Cas was on the bed, patting around until he realizes his boyfriend isn't there and his eyes snap open to see Crowley at the door. Dean sighs. "There really are no breaks around here, huh? Alright, what's happened next?"

"Ben has come looking for you – and I am not talking about your fanged-friend Benny, I mean Ben. Lisa's little boy, and he may have something to tell you because apparently I am the only one who figured it out," Crowley mutters as he wanders back downstairs.

Dean blinks a few times before getting out of bed. "Didn't you put the mojo on Lisa and Ben?"

"It's a long story," Cas says, his face blanched white at taking in the full realization of what that mojo did – separated Dean from getting to watch his child grow up. From his guess, Ben would actually be around sixteen or seventeen now. Dean missed his kid's childhood because he followed with Dean's wishes to keep them safe.

Dean puts on a housecoat and walks downstairs, smiling with effort as he sees Ben sitting there. "Hey Ben – I don't know how much you remember, but I'm Dean."

"Have I met you before?" Ben asks bitterly.

Dean nods, trying to figure it out while still realizing it makes sense for Ben not to remember. "It's a long story – but, yeah, how's your mom doing?"

"She's dead," Ben says quickly. "My mom got a job at a television station, just background stuff nothing big. Several of the staff were tested to be used as, uh, I think they were called 'angel vessels' but I am not really sure. There's this guy orchestrating it all, his name's really weird but he was her boss – I always just called him Bart for short. Turns out the ones not compatible burst into human milkshakes all over the place, my mom was one of the unlucky few that didn't know beforehand. I did my research to get that far into it – I was wondering if I could recruit help, and Dean Winchester was top of the list."

"Wait, so you don't know?" Crowley says, standing across the table from them, not caring that Dean is just getting over the shock of it all.

"Don't know what?" Ben asks, looking up at Crowley slowly.

Crowley sighs. "Benjamin – this here is your genetic father. Dean – this is your genetic child. Lisa didn't tell you because she wasn't certain how you'd deal with the news, Dean had you and your mother's minds wiped of him because he was worried about the big bad guys and gals like I used to be coming after you. Discuss."

Dean gives a really stern bitch-face to Crowley. "You couldn't have told me he was my kid sooner?"

"The information going public would have caused more demon-like folk to come chasing after you. I didn't think you wanted that. You could call it a random act of kindness," Crowley replies honestly as he walks back over to Bela. "How are your bandages?"

"I just got them five hours ago," Bela responds with a smile. "What – worried about me?"

Crowley shrugs. "I might be, so sue me because I have a human bit now."

Dean looks back at Ben. "That used to be the king of hell, and he captured you and your mother and almost killed you both – I had Cas take away your memories so you could live without threats by people that tend to come after hunters like me."

"How does it make you feel that his kind killed her?" Ben answers in a bitten tone, one he hasn't heard since John Winchester was around and traumatized by a similar event.

"They aren't all – firstly, most of them wouldn't touch a vessel that wasn't compatible, it just wouldn't happen. Bart and his group are a different side of the angels, while most wouldn't hurt a fly. I am sorry about your mom," Dean replies in a small voice, trying not to alarm the angels in the next room with the idea that his son could want to hunt them.

"Most of them are angels, huh?" Ben asks quietly.

Dean nods. "And I know it sounds crazy to you, but all of them are good. We've actually got a pretty good team here, and we wanna stop all this horrible crap just as much as you do, we don't want people like your mom dying. We want to help angels not try to look for the wrong vessels but the right ones, not with the trial and error thing. It's just going to be a process and we need you to stay on board with that. Can you please try and level with that?"

Ben nods. He takes a look over again to the living room, and then back at Dean. "Can you introduce them?"

"Sure," Dean says with a half-smile. "First though, and I mean I don't wanna push it, but…are you going to stay here as a freelancer or are we going to try the whole father-son thing because believe you-me I had no idea until today this was the case but I'd be willing to try if you are."

Ben nods again. "I don't want to lose two parents, so I guess I could give it a try."

Dean smiles brightly. "Okay, well, I guess I could start you off with Cas – here he comes down the stairs. Would you kind of take it easy on the boyfriend, I mean…"

"Is that why things didn't work out between you and mom?" Ben asks in a whisper.

Dean chuckles. "No – that's a whole different story." Cas comes down the last few steps to them and smiles, outreaching his hand. "Hello, I am Castiel. It's nice to meet Dean's son, which I had no idea was the case when I made you forget him. It's truly a long story."

Ben laughs. "It's alright, I mean, I forgive you."

Cas nods, motioning with his hand for Dean to bring Ben to introduce him to the rest of the group. Dean walks with Ben into the living room. "Well, uh, it's a long story – but guys this is my kid, Ben."

Sam jumps up from the sofa. "I kinda heard the conversation from here. You know, Dean really did care about you, even before he knew you were his kid – I know you don't remember, but anyways. I am Sam – Dean's brother. If you want to call me your uncle that would be cool. Your Uncle Adam is the one sitting on the floor beside the shy one in the red hat, which is Alfie."

"And I'm Charlie," Charlie intervenes. "I am your unofficial cool aunt, so you can come to me about anything. The pretty blonde I was sitting beside was Jo, she is pretty kickass. Then there is Sam's loverboys Gabriel and Lucy on the couch. Then there is Balthy who is kicking around here somewhere, he's probably out shopping. There's – uh, Michael, which is in your grandfather's body and is very much of an old grump. Then there's – where'd she go?"

"Hi," Kina says, poking Ben in the shoulder. He jumps a bit before taking a look at her. "I'm Kira."

Ben clears his throat. "Hey, uh, Ben Winchester I guess. Nice to meet you," he reaches out his hand to offer to shake hers, and she looks at it funnily.

"Why are you waving your hand in my face?" Kina asks, looking at him sidelong.

Ben takes a deep breath, taking another moment to look at the nice girl of his age that has her dark hair all tied up in a messy bun, wearing a purple button-down shirt and jeans and has to absorb it. He lets his hand fall to his side. "I was trying to shake your hand, but you are still learning. With the risk of this coming out like a cheesy pick-up line…you are an angel, right?"

Kina looks over at Cas. "What's a 'pick-up' line?"

Cas shakes his head. "It's, uh, it's a term a little mature for you. He's just trying to say he's not making sexual advances but he wants to know if you are an angel."

"Oh, well – that's nice, I guess. Yes, angel, I am one," Kina says with a smile. "I just was curious. I should pay more attention when humans use that kind of language, it would do well while working with the cupids."

Ben looks at Cas now. "Were angels, I mean, you guys had divisions?"

"Once upon a time, sort of," Castiel replies slowly. "Well, some of us did, and she was of the lucky few to have purpose – and she orchestrated who was allowed to be set up. I know it doesn't look like it in such a small form."

"Who is better than a teenage girl to go love-crazy over different couples being adorable?" Ben replies quickly. "It was nice to meet you all, but I am hungry."

Dean smiles and Cas laughs. "He is definitely yours, Dean. The kitchen is this way. I will make you something to eat."

Ben happily follows Castiel to the kitchen, asking the occasional questions about who Kina really is. Dean follows along seconds after.

"Does anyone think concern over the color of his apparel?" Balthy says as he comes down the stairs.

Gabriel laughs. "Those earplugs came in handy then?"

"Yes, very much so – I must have missed something," Balthy replies with a smile. "Now, he's just lost then? We've found him and cleared that one up? What's next?"

"I don't care. We are going to take Sammy out, if it's alright with him," Gabriel says cheerfully.

Sam looks back and forth between his two loves and sighs. "It depends on where we are going."

Gabriel and Lucy smile as they stand up and walk up to Sam. Lucy talks this time. "Well, I did promise you a movie date."

"And I hope you don't mind me joining in on those plans," Gabriel says with a wink.

Sam nods. "We – we'll go now before the next catastrophe takes place."

The three boys head out the door and the rest of them are left over. "Could I – I don't know if this is okay, but could I go for a walk?" Kina asks, looking to Jo for permission.

Jo shrugs. "What damage could you really do, I mean, just be careful. Don't wander far, okay?"

Kina nods. "Thank you, madam."

"I'm not madam I'm Jo, I am far too young to be 'madam'," Jo exclaims. "I am, right?"

Charlie laughs as she takes a seat beside Jo again, resting her head on the blonde's shoulder. "Yeah, she is. Just take the boys with you, okay? Adam, Alfie – if you would be so kind."

"Dumb and dumber coming up for duty," Adam exclaims as he pulls Alfie up with him.

Charlie's eyes widen. "Don't even make jokes like that right now."

Adam shrugs. "I will let you know if we come across a white rabbit," he promises as he reaches out his arm to Kina. "M'lady," he says as he gestures for her to walk in front of them, and she does so as they walk out the door.

It's only a few minutes later that Cas is running to the door, securing an apron around his torso quickly as Dean helps him with his jacket. "Here are the keys to Baby," Dean says, leaning forward to give Cas a peck on the lips. "I will try not to burn the house down finishing cooking lunch, but you gotta remember next time earlier."

"What's wrong?" Jo asks casually, wincing at the answer.

"I'm late, I'm late, I'm terribly late for work," Cas offers as he puts on his second shoe and attempts to run out the door, colliding with a rather gorgeous dark-haired man with just a fair enough age to be attractive yet definitely worn out. His jacket is sleek black leather, and he's wearing black tight jeans. He smiles a winning smile at Dean.

"Hello Sexy," the man says with a wink.

Cas frowns. "Who are you to call my boyfriend Sexy?"

"Well, it's only fair, since he calls me Baby," the man says with a wink as he walks in the house.

"That's crazy, the only thing I call Baby is," Dean looks at the man with wide eyes, then to Cas. "Cas, uh, do you see my car out there at all by chance?"

Cas takes a look around and shakes his head. "No, I don't see it – but what I do see is this adorable stripped kitty," Cas picks up the stray cat from the street. "Well, hello friend. I am going to let you inside but I really have to go to work, okay?"

Crowley laughs as the ex-angel leaves, the human version of the impala steps through the door, and the cat starts walking around his feet. "Well, the question is what first?"

Author's Note: I am here and back again and happy to be, this is fantastic. Absolutely outrageous and perfect, absolute! Well I hope you like this chapter because it was a biggie. I also hope you didn't mind how sparatic my last Author's Note was in Chapter Six, because I mean I know I got a little loopy in there and didn't edit that part. I hope that there is someone or some people out there reading and enjoying this story because I really am liking writing it! I really, really do. Tell me what you think, please – COMMENTS/REVIEWS are so encouraged even if they are funnier in Enochian. Are you excited that I have now incorporated a lovely human!Impala or what because I am and I want to know if I am offbase or what, or that Kina is headed towards being a temporary Alice-figure, or any of the rest of the things? I would love to hear what other people think of these ideas. I love you guys so much, anyone who comes here to read are fabulous beings of light. If you have any ideas you want to see in the story, send them on through to me by PM or by review!

With SO MUCH LOVE IT HURTS,

Auttzthoughtz