A/N - This is the last bit! It's taken me a while longer to write it because I wanted to get it just right. Thanks to everyone who reviewed/followed/favorited/read it!
"Oh man, I could get used to this." It was probably the swankiest room Dean had ever stepped foot in, except maybe the angel lair from a few months ago.
"It is quite nice here."
The hunter flopped back on the monstrous king bed, grabbing the remote in the process. His angel slid up next to him, and Dean could feel his unnerving gaze on him.
"Gabe wasn't lying about this place being nice – who the hell needs 600 channels?"
"Dean."
"Wait and 'Complementary Room Service for the New Couple'. Awesome."
"Dean."
The Winchester rolled off the bed, running into the other rooms of the suite.
"Look at this, this place has a friggin' full dining room. And a sitting room. It's like the size of Bobby's house." Dean plopped down on the couch.
"Dean, I would not suggest getting too comfortable here."
"Why?" His hunter-senses immediately went on high alert - ghost? demon?
"Because tonight you and I are going to break every piece of furniture in this room."
Dean raised an eyebrow. Cas straddled his new husband, taking his hunter's face between his hands and leaning down to meet his lips. Dean playfully dodged him, planting kisses down his angel's neck, and onto his clavicle. He nibbled softly on Cas's skin, making him groan softly.
"Alright Cas, what do want to break first?"
They had cleaned up most of the damage from the previous night, or paid for it at least. Castiel had kept his word, not a single piece of furniture was fully intact. Cas had gone downstairs to pick up breakfast. Dean went out to wait on the balcony.
"Dean." He knew that voice.
"Anna." There she was. Solid and translucent at once. Angel-ghost. "You're dead. Leave Cas alone. It isn't his fault you tried to kill my family and Michael wiped you across the floor."
"I know. I pieced together enough of my grace so I could say something."
"What." It came out flat. He wanted her gone by the time Cas got back. It would only upset him to see her.
"I would wait to tell him myself but given that I can feel my connection dissolving – it'll be a few minutes before I'm completely scattered – I'll trust you to pass it on, Dean. The new Mr. Castiel." She paused, flickering. "When – not if – when he falls, because he will do it to be with you, he will lose the hive-mind too. And he'll have to talk about it, otherwise he'll go insane, like all the other fallen."
"Why do you care?"
"Once in my command, always. I knew there was something different about that one. You're a lucky man, Dean."
"I know."
"Tell him what I said."
"I will."
"Catch you later, Dean."
She flickered again, and didn't reappear.
Ten years. Two Kids. One Husband. Three Nieces. One brother and brother-in-law. Dean Winchester had done it; everything he wanted.
"Mary! Jimmy! C'mon, we're gonna be late to Bobby's."
Footsteps down the stairs signaled his twins' arrival in the kitchen. Cas placed the potato salad Dean had prepared back on the counter, helping Mary into her coat which she had gotten twisted.
"Thanks Daddy!" His daughter rewarded Cas with a kiss on the cheek.
"Alright kids, time to go. Jimmy, can you grab the potato salad?"
"Sure Dad."
Dean locked up the house behind them as Cas took Mary and Jimmy to the car. The ex-hunter went to join his ex-angel, sliding easily into the driver's seat of the Impala.
"Radio?"
"Please."
The radio – the combination of static and noise had helped Cas with the void after his Fall. It wasn't as bad as Anna had made it seem, he was mostly alright – he had Dean and Dean could make enough noise for a universe. Plus, Cas found the quiet was nice sometimes. Serene. It allowed him to appreciate the smaller sounds that would normally go unnoticed through the buzz of the hive-mind. Dean's faint snoring, Mary's yawns when she got tired, Jimmy's frequent, soft sighs.
Some classic rock station blared on, one of Dean's presets, not his. Sam told him that this was a mark of true love from Dean – allowing Cas to have half the preset radio channels on the Impala. The kids were quiet on the short drive to Bobby Singer's, Castiel would have said they got it from him, and in a way they did, but their twins were adopted as newborns. He loved them more than anything.
"It's about time you idgits got here. Keepin' me from Jimmy and Mary." Bobby greeted them in the driveway.
"Bobby, how are you holding up?"
"Can't complain. The other boys and their munchkins are around back. Jody's finishing up in the kitchen with the pie."
"She made pie?" Dean was already salivating. Cas smiled fondly at his husband's overpowering love of pie.
Jimmy and Mary had run ahead of them, no doubt excited to see their cousins, who were only a few years younger. Although Gabe and Sam had opted for the surrogacy route. Three daughters – Sam looked older each time they met.
"Where are my three favorite nieces?" Dean knelt on one knee, allowing the girls to bury him in a hug.
"Uncle Dean! Unc Cassie!" Cas bent down and hugged his nieces as well, smile not leaving his face since he stepped into the backyard.
Jimmy and Mary ran off with the younger girls soon enough – Ellen, 8 years old; Joan, 6; Lucie-Michelle, 5.
"Hello Gabriel." Dean was already locked in a conversation with Sam.
"Cassie, how many times do I have to tell you – call me Gabe. Gabriel is no more."
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me Cassie?"
Gabriel shrugged and handed Cas a beer from the cooler. "Touché. God, these kids are wearing the crap out of me."
"Not as easy as you thought, archangel?"
"It's Sam's damn 'no powers in the house' rule. How else am I supposed to entertain my little monsters?"
"Our, uh 'little monsters' seem to enjoy soccer quite a bit."
"I've tried. Oh lord, I've tried. Kids. They keep you on your toes."
"You'll do a great job with them, Gabriel. They'll turn out fine."
"And how is it that you know that, Mr. Non-Omniscient Mortal?"
"Well, a couple millennium ago, my Father was pretty absent, so one of my big brothers stepped in and raised me. He was kind of a dick sometimes, but still, I like to think I turned out okay."
"You're right. I'm an awesome father figure."
Cas rolled his eyes – he had finally gotten a hang of that gesture, although he used it most often around Gabriel. Castiel watched as the children played, the Winchesters drank, Bobby talked quietly with Jody and Gabriel rough-housed with Balthazar, who showed up a few minutes after him and Dean.
"So Sam, Gabe told me your rule and I must say I take his side on this one."
"Which rule?"
"The one you implemented for the future being, I believe 'no smiting prom dates'? Really, it seems like one of the few instances in which I would support Gabe smiting someone."
"I gotta say, I'm kinda with Gabe and Balthazar on this, Sammy." Dean chimed in.
"Oh c'mon guys. Cas?"
"I can think of no better instance for smiting. Sorry Sam. I think you might be alone on this issue."
"God, you are so cute when you disagree with Sam." Dean locked Cas in a hug from behind.
"You know, Gabe, you would be a lot cuter if you disagreed with Dean more often."
"Oh shut up, Sam. I'm adorable."
Castiel looked around him, considering the hundreds of thousands of years he had lived through and the great achievements of humanity that he had seen. Somehow, this moment was better than all of those combined – unreal in its perfection. Gabriel and Sam bickering about his apparent 'cuteness', Jody and Bobby flipping burgers, and he was in Dean's arms, watch their children – his children – play with Balthazar and their cousins. Yes, this was definitely the best moment of Castiel's life. By far.
