The cake tasting had gone well, and Dean had been less stringent about the wedding cake than he had been in the planning so far. Castiel had heard Dean's brief thought that their angelic powers would be enough to protect their guests, and he had forced himself not to think contradictory thoughts and keep his opinions to himself. Dean had shot his a filthy look that implied he knew exactly what Castiel was avoiding thinking, but the effect was marred by Dean's cheeks bulging with cappuccino cake.

Dean was still in love with having new powers, even if he seemed to appose the mental connection they now had somewhat. He was happy to zap about everywhere, and had dragged Castiel along on a case involving a demon that wrapped up so quickly, he didn't even bother to change into his FBI suit.

Demons are so ugly he had informed Castiel smugly after smiting the moment they made contact with the demon. It had been posing as a postal worker, and hadn't had the chance to do much more than stare in horror at Dean's new angelic visage before Dean's hand was on its forehead, and the demon got roasted.

There's more to life than looks Castiel had reminded him.

You would say that, you're hot Dean had grinned back.

Need I remind you that Sam's face has been marred by demon blood? Is he ugly?

Sam's not a demon, he doesn't count

Castiel sighed, and stopped trying to argue. Dean hated to be wrong.

Because I never am.

Of course not. Are we going to see Sam and Becky now?

One more stop off first.

Dean whisked them away again before Castiel could attempt to read his mind and find out where he wanted to go. He found himself in a diner, the decor a duck egg blue and everything rimmed with chrome. In a booth across the room, he could see Dean's father with a younger version of his mother. John looked up as they approached, and broke into a smile when he saw Dean. He stood up and embraced his eldest son, slapping him on the back as he did so. Castiel, who had heard nothing but bad about John Winchester, was dumb-founded.

"Sam's still alive, isn't he?" John asked immediately.

"Yeah. I am too, I think. I um, I kind of became an angel." Dean sounded sheepish. John let go of him and looked at him seriously, his eyes flickering up and down, back and forth as he surveyed his eldest son.

"You did. How? If you're still alive?"

Dean took a deep breath, and Castiel stepped back slightly. He did not want to be within arm's length of John Winchester when he reacted violently, as he was likely to do. Dean stuttered his way through an explanation, from John's last request to saving Sam's soul by selling his own, all the way to proposing at Sam's wedding. Castiel waited for the inevitable fall out.

"Sam's married, huh?" John nodded. "That boy was never as in love with hunting as he was about having a family."

"Yeah. It still freaks me out that it's with Becky, but he seems happy. And we still hunt together."

"Good. And you got rid of Azazel too. You've done me proud, Dean. So, where's your Cas?"

Dean took a deep breath in, and out, and then gestured behind himself to where Castiel was standing, one hand ready to grab his angel blade if he needed to. John looked at him for what felt like an eternity, before lurching forward and pulling him into a hug. Castiel had no idea what to do, it was the last thing he was expecting, especially after Mary's reaction to the news. Everything was backwards. John was supposed to hate him, to fill the air with misogynistic rhetoric. Mary was meant to be nurturing, accepting and welcoming.

"Well, I gotta say, I always wondered. So, you're an angel, huh?" John pulled away, and held Castiel at arm's length. Castiel nodded, completely confused as Dean explained just how he had become an angel as well, how they were going to use their power to ensure Mary and John could be at the wedding.

"Your mother?" John asked softly, and looked back at the version of Mary he'd left in the booth, who was still talking to an imaginary John the way she had the first time around. He looked back at Dean with an optimistic gleam in his eyes. "Son, you can do that?"

"I'm pretty sure. I mean, Zachariah raised Adam once … um," Dean looked shady. Castiel realised they had never had a conversation about John's other kid. Or kids. Castiel had no idea if there were any more. And Castiel didn't think that John was aware that Dean knew about Adam.

"It's okay, Dean. Zachariah came here once, confronted me about Adam. I know you know. I'd love to be at your wedding, kid."

Dean looked relieved, and John laughed openly.

"What did you think, Dean?"

"That you would kick both our asses." Dean admitted. John shrugged.

"I did what I had to do to protect you and Sam. I was scared a lot that I was going to lose both of you as well. But look at you, you're an angel, and Sam's married … maybe I didn't completely screw you both up."

"Th-thanks." Dean still looked how Castiel felt, completely thrown by John's good humour, but he rallied quickly. "We're going to see Sam and Becky now, actually. But I wanted to let you know first."

John gave another grin, patted Castiel's shoulder, and gave Dean another brief hug before returning to the Mary in his memories. Castiel was the one to return them to earth, not far from Sam and Becky's house.

That was weird.

I really expected him to scream at the both of us. I suppose his Heaven of dates with Mary has mellowed him out.

Maybe.

I suppose we'll see in the build up to the wedding. Are you ready to see Sam?

Yeah. But can you not mention that we've gone to see Mom and Dad? I don't think Sam would be happy about it. He'd probably look for some way to stop us bringing them back.

Hopefully he'll surprise us, like John did.

Let's not take any chances. Wanna zap in and surprise them?

Dean grinned wickedly, and the next moment they were in Sam's living room. Becky screamed the second they materialised, and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Can we have a rule where you don't phase into our house?" he put down the paper he'd been reading, as Becky began to gasp. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," Becky panted, holding a hand against her chest, bending over as she slowly got her breath back. She straightened up and looked at Castiel. "Do you want a drink?"

"Beer," Dean answered automatically. "For both of us."

Becky slipped out of the room, and Castiel sat on the sofa, as Dean eyed his brother warily. Sam looked back with a similar expression.

"Are you deciding whether to attack me again?" Sam asked bluntly.

"No. I'm trying to see you in there."

Sam nodded, gesturing to the seat beside Castiel as Becky came back in with their drinks. Castiel did a double take as she bent over the table, putting the bottles onto coasters. There was something different about her, the way her soul glowed had changed. He stared at her as she settled into the armchair opposite Sam, smiling warmly at him.

"So, how's the wedding planning going?" She asked. Even the tone of her voice had altered, had become happier. Castiel hadn't even thought that was possible.

You don't think …

Dean, infuriatingly, didn't finish his sentence. Castiel looked at him, but Dean was still looking at Sam. Maybe it wasn't about his mental commentary on Becky at all, but rather Sam's true face. Perhaps Dean was coming up with a solution for the state of Sam's soul. Whatever he was thinking, he didn't say it out loud, but responded to Becky's question instead.

"Okay. We finally picked a cake, and we're getting closer to picking flowers. We were thinking of looking into sacred ground for the wedding as well. Not just a church, a site that would prevent demons from coming near. Like Shiprock, or Chaco Canyon or something."

"So, New Mexico?" Sam checked.

"Yeah, is that a problem?"

"Of course not," Sam smiled. "When's the wedding?"

"Hopefully in about six months."

Sam and Becky swapped a meaningful look with each other.

"We could drive down," Becky said quietly.

"What's going on?" Dean demanded, as Castiel resumed looking at Becky, studying her, looking all over her soul to … oh.

What?

She should tell you.

That's not annoying at all.

You literally just did it to me Dean.

Becky swapped another look with Sam, beaming hugely, and completely oblivious to the mental debate that Castiel and Dean were having.

"Well, we didn't want to step all over your engagement, and it's really early days," Becky couldn't hold in her excitement. "Sam?"

They turned together to look at Sam, who smiled nervously. Castiel knew he was anticipating Dean's teasing after the news.

Would I do that?

It's Sam. Last time I had to call him, I had to listen to you on his answerphone, trying to do his voice, pretending he wore bras under his shirt.

Castiel heard him mentally weigh the situation, and agree that yeah, he probably would be teasing Sam.

Especially if Becky's about to say that she's allowed to come hunting with us. I suppose it would keep you company when Sam and I do the groundwork.

That's not her news.

Good, because she's not coming.

I don't think she could.

Castiel was aware that Dean was now giving him the stink eye, and he tried to remain neutral, filling his head with a hymn that he used to listen to all the time so that Dean wouldn't work it out.

"They're talking in their heads again," Sam informed Becky as he caught his brother's expression. "We'd better hurry it up."

"You tell them," Becky squeaked. "I don't think I could!"

Sam crossed the room and sat on the arm of her chair, reaching an arm around her to rub her bicep gently, stroking her hair back with his other hand. It was still so strange, but somehow refreshing, to see Sam be that tender with Becky.

"Okay, well … we were going to wait a little while to tell you, but you probably already know. Can angels tell?" Castiel nodded, despite the silent question mark in Dean's mind. Sam took in both their expressions and carried on. "Okay, so, even though you both know already-"

"Dean hasn't worked it out yet. I haven't told him." Castiel interrupted smugly.

Ass kisser.

You love when I kiss your ass.

Dean mentally rolled his eyes, even as the image came to him of Castiel kissing absolutely every inch of him within reach. Castiel tried to cross his legs discreetly, and focused on Sam and Becky.

"We're pregnant!" Sam finally announced, and then looked flustered. "Well, I mean, Becky's pregnant, but I mean … we're going to have a baby!"

Dean stopped thinking about Castiel on his ass, and looked at Becky's stomach. She put a hand there tentatively.

"The pregnancy test said … we took a couple," she seemed bashful, obviously afraid of how they were going to react.

"Congratulations," Castiel smiled warmly, taking Dean's hand. Dean squeezed his fingers hard.

"A baby Winchester?" He said weakly. Sam gave a surprised laugh.

"Yeah! I guess we're not so cursed after all."

"Have you warded the house? You wanna keep the kid safe."

"Dean, it was warded when Becky and I started going out. Nothing's going to happen to our baby. Can … can you see them?"

Castiel dropped his gaze to Becky's stomach once more, as Dean did the same. It was minuscule, hardly baby-shaped yet, but undeniably there. And Becky was glowing so much, with pregnancy and happiness and her own radiant personality.

"I see something."

"The baby books say we won't know the sex yet," Becky sounded cautious, like she still didn't trust Dean's reaction.

"You look about four weeks gone. So, I guess it's a honeymoon baby, huh? Sam's definitely not a virgin any more."

Sam shot Dean a filthy look, and Castiel scooted closer to Becky, placing a hand over her stomach although he knew he wouldn't feel any movement. But he could feel the tiny Winchester developing, growing every moment, becoming a real baby. Its soul was already there, new and ready to soak in the world, and Becky laughed under Castiel's touch.

"I think they like you," she whispered. Castiel flashed her a grin. She couldn't possibly know that, but that wasn't the point.

"I am going to be their uncle," he said proudly. She rested her head against his, as Dean grabbed Sam in a hug. "How's the morning sickness been?"

"I haven't had any yet. But I've had cravings already. Sam's been great, if I wake up at four in the morning craving hash browns he'll drive until he finds an all night diner. I'm so lucky."

Castiel beamed at her, then stepped aside so that Dean could congratulate her. It was one of the few times Castiel had seen Dean hug her, be affectionate with her, but it looked as though he was going to take his uncle duties seriously. Castiel had a flashback, to the world his mind created when he was taken in by the siren, where Sam and Becky had twin girls, and how Dean had been as an uncle then.

It's only one baby.

Doesn't stop you from being a great uncle.

Dean let Becky go back to Sam, who hugged her tightly, caressing her hair softly.

"So, Cas and I can stay in the spare bedroom, and we'll look after you the whole time. We can plan our wedding from here."

"No," Sam shook his head. "First, because the spare room is going to become the nursery. Second, because you don't need angelic powers to protect a baby, and that's what a husband does, Dean. So I'm going to look after my wife and my kid. Thanks for the offer, but I'm still a good hunter. Third, do you think Becky and I are going to put up with you two for eight months? You remember when you first came here and had impossibly noisy sex? All the time?"

"Yeah, Cas is still loud," Dean laughed good-naturedly. "And I know you're a great hunter, Sam. Best out there, after me. I'm still worried about my niece or nephew."

"I know. But you still can't stay here. I bet you don't even sleep any more."

"Not like I did much in the first place," Dean shrugged. "Fine. But we're visiting, in between hunts and wedding crap, okay?"

I do wish you wouldn't call it wedding crap. Castiel interjected.

Sorry. You wanna go check out those sacred sites?

Now?

"We're gonna go," Dean told his brother as he slipped his arm around Castiel's waist. "Congratulations, guys."

They said their goodbyes, Dean even bending down to say goodbye to the baby, and then they used their angelic powers to go to New Mexico. They looked at the huge red rock that pierced the sky in front of them, and Castiel thought over Sam and Becky's news. He was going to be an uncle. He never imagined he'd ever end up one of them.

Maybe we could angel magic a baby of our own? Dean grabbed him by the hips, pulling him close, their groins just grazing against each other. It was far more erotic than an obvious thrust, and Castiel's stomach bubbled up hot and demanding at the contact.

It's not physically possible, Dean.

Or is it? Want to desecrate sacred ground to find out?

Castiel shook his head in exasperation, but allowed Dean to lean forward, kissing his neck gently. He zapped them away from the area, just in case they did desecrate it, and found somewhere more discreet, along a mountain range in Death Valley. Their clothes disappeared, and Dean started stroking down Castiel's body, touching him with possessive caresses as his lips grazed the sensitive stretch of skin along his neck. Castiel arched his neck as he lay back against the sun-blistered dirt, and palmed his hands into Dean's hair, holding his head in place as he swirled his tongue between Castiel's collarbones. Dean's body was already picking out a natural rhythm, sliding against Castiel, his legs sliding between his lovers and prising them apart, their groins tracing each others, their erections touching and sending jolts of desire through Castiel's body. He made sure they were invisible to everyone who might stumble upon them, and hoped with every molecule of concentration he could spare that Gabriel was not watching them have sex. Because this time, they were going to. Castiel couldn't go for much longer without Dean's confident, insistent touch.

They didn't linger with foreplay, Dean clearly needing the closeness as much as Castiel did. He hooked his hands underneath Castiel's hips and pulled him up, before beginning to thrust into Castiel, taking it slowly so there was no chafing. Castiel strained to get some lube to materialise, to ease them along. When Dean felt it slick along the tip of his penis, he stopped being so gentle, bracing himself above Castiel as they crashed together, over and over. Time seemed to slip away, the sun set and the stars came out, and still, Castiel and Dean moved together, stuck in each other, lost to the rest of the world while they existed in this moment. Eventually, Dean tired, and collapsed onto Castiel, teasing the locks of his hair between his fingertips. Castiel lay underneath his welcome weight, and embraced every molecule of their beings that touched.

Are you angel pregnant yet? Dean wondered lazily. Castiel felt himself smile, before zapping them back to their bed, and cuddling into his man.

I don't think so, Dean.


I know, what the hell with John Winchester, right?