Dean took the stairs three at a time. Excitement flooded his veins and he couldn't help the grin plastered to his face. The thought that only an hour ago he was pacing the kitchen thinking he might call Cas and cancel the whole thing seemed ridiculous now. How could he back away from something that made him feel this way? Dean hit the bottom step and turned into the living room. Cas was standing in the middle of the room holding a small blonde boy in his arms. Slung across his shoulder was a dark blue diaper bag. Dean let out a small laugh at the sight.
"Robbie, do you remember Dean?" Cas asked the small child in his arms. Robbie turned around to look at him. Dean felt a small flutter in his chest. The child shook his head and then buried his face in Cas' chest.
"Hey that's okay little man" Dean placated quickly. He walked further into the living room and stood next to Cas.
"His shyness has increased since we left the adoption agency." Cas whispered an explanation to Dean. Dean shrugged his shoulders in response before directing his attention to Robbie again.
"Do you want to look at your new home?" Dean asked him adopting a dulcet tone.
"He is not even two years old. He does not require a tour Dean." Cas answered when the child did not pull his face away.
"I know that...I just thought..." Dean trailed off embarrassed.
"He should see his room." Cas said quickly.
"Oh..uhm" Dean was having trouble inventing a cover story, luckily he was saved by Sam's entrance.
"Yes. He should." Sam said walking over to stand next to Cas. He peered down at the child trying to get his attention but Robbie was not taking any chances with strangers. Cas looked down at the child and tried to coax him out of his shell.
"It's okay. He'll do it when he's ready." Dean let out a small disappointed sigh as he said this. Of course this wasn't going to be as easy as he had hoped.
"Seems like he's already a Winchester to me." Sam said. Cas tilted his head to the side and Dean asked "Why?"
"Hiding his emotions and denying reality. That's us." Sam said cheerfully obviously trying to make Dean feel better about the less than enthusiastic greeting his child had given him.
"Let's go see your room." Cas said softly to the child in his arms. He bounced Robbie on his hip a few times before looking over at Dean. He nodded slightly and waited until Cas walked a few paces in front of him to follow. Robbie was just afraid of all the changes. It didn't have anything to do with him Dean justified silently. He couldn't help but feel a little hurt. Children usually loved him.
Upstairs, Cas detached himself from Robbie with a great deal of effort and placed him inside his crib. Without the familiar tan jacket to hide his face in Robbie looked terrified. Unable to support his weight for longer than a few seconds he fell into a sitting position inside his crib. Dean picked a toy he had bought off the floor and put it in the corner of the crib. Robbie's eyes followed his every movement. Dean backed away slowly afraid he might further rattle the child.
"Perhaps we should leave him alone in the room to adjust?" Cas suggested. Dean shook his head.
"He's a baby not a cat. I am sure he just needs some time." He responded. No more than a minute after Dean said that Robbie laid down exhausted. His eyes fluttered open and close in rapid succession as though he were struggling to stay awake. Dean pointed to the door and walked out. Cas followed.
Once outside Dean let out a semi relieved sigh.
"Do you need to discuss this?" Cas asked stiffly.
"No." Dean responded immediately. He did not want to admit his insecurities aloud to even Cas. Dean didn't have to voice his thoughts though. Cas always seemed adept in mind reading. He felt a slightly calloused hand slip into his and he looked down to see their fingers intertwined.
"He will... come around" Cas said with a pause as though he were testing the phrase for accuracy.
"Don't they teach you how to use lotion in heaven?" Dean asked avoiding the topic. Cas tilted his head in response. Dean did not elaborate. It amused him watching Cas try to understand what the actual meaning behind his words meant.
"What do you mean?" Cas asked giving up.
"Your hands are rough." Dean explained. Cas broke their contact to look at his hands. He frowned.
"I did not notice" he explained.
"I'm just glad you haven't given me a handjob recently." Dean joked and began walking towards their bedroom.
"Perhaps I should make that up to you." Cas whispered from behind Dean. A quick chill trailed down his spine and he smiled. He turned around and pulled Cas to him. Their chests collided as Dean walked them further into the bedroom.
"You're lucky formality turns me on." Dean whispered. Their lips were barely an inch apart and Dean had lowered his eyes holding the tension of the moment a little longer. Cas brought a hand to the back of Dean's neck and forced him to close the distance. The kiss was desperate and Dean fought for breath in the short pauses Cas gave him.
"Dean! The door!" Sam shouted from the hallway. Dean broke away from Cas and smirked. He leaned his head passed Cas to make eye contact with Sam.
"Sorry" he said. Cas said nothing but Dean watched as the door slowly closed of its own accord.
Once the door was shut Cas brought his hands to Dean's hips and stared at him.
"What?" Dean asked eager to make Cas writhe naked under him. In possibly the sincerest tone he could muster Cas said "You are going to be a good father Dean."
Dean let out a small breath and pulled away from Cas slightly. He chuckled at the confused look on Cas' face. He obviously did not understand why Dean had pulled away from the intimacy.
'Thanks Cas, just in the future...feel the room" Dean explained while bringing his hands to Cas' shoulders.
