The angel's naked body was crumpled in a heap on the sofa, breathing heavy yet slowly as streaks of dusts settled around the outlines of his wings. Dean leaned over and brushed some of the power off the back cushion but it sent it soaring into the air, so a cloud of dust hung around. He tried not to inhale (what even was it?).

"Cas," Dean said. He shook him by the shoulder. "Cas."

Apparently if an angel manages to fall asleep, there's no way to really wake them up, so Dean shrugged, got dressed, draped the trench coat over Cas' body then walked over to check on Sam in the crib. Somehow the baby managed to stay asleep through the reckless sex romp, just like before. That was definitely quite curious as the sounds of Cas' real voice was violently deafening.

Then the baby stirred a little and slowly opened his eyes. His body wriggled as he stuck his arms out to Dean. "Ahh! Ahh!" he forcibly cried out.

"Alright Sammy, you wanna come out?" Dean smiled as he spoke and bent over into the crib, snatching up his brother so that he could hang out on in his arms. "You doing alright?"

"Mmmmhh," the baby cooed. He looked at his older brother and frowned.

"Yeah I know, I've kinda sucked at this whole big brother thing lately," Dean confessed. He walked over to the kitchen and attempted to slap together a bottle of formula. "For some reason it's just been hard, I dunno."

"Aan-gull," Sam peeped quietly.

"No, no. I'm gonna take more responsibility now."

"Aan-gull!" Sam insisted. He touched Dean's face with his tiny, warm hand and smacked him a bit.

"Hey! Stop it, Sammy!" Dean pulled the baby away just a little and looked at him. "Don't slap me, okay?" But then he saw that Sam held his palm out to Dean, smiling.

"Aan-gull!" he repeated. His fingers were coated in that powdery crap, which must have built up considerably on Dean.

"Sammy, Sammy; don't worry about that."

"Mmmhh," was a little disappointed noise that followed. The baby shook his hand and sent the remains of powder into the air. "Angul," he whispered, watching it float off. It seemed to sparkle a bit, but Dean couldn't help but wonder "what the fuck is it!?"

"Alright, here ya go." Dean fixed up the bottle and offered it to Sam, but he just stared back at him. "Oh, you still can't feed yourself?" He basically answered his own question, so he then held the bottle securely in his hand and popped it inside Sam's mouth. The baby took to it immediately and started to suckle. "That's it, Sammy."

As he nursed on the bottle, Sam started to close his eyes. Dean rocked him a little. It was embarrassing at first, but then again it's family so you do what you have to do, and eventually it felt right. By the time the bottle was empty, Sam was almost asleep. He took him over to an arm chair and sat down. "Don't worry," he said to his brother. "The medicine is gonna make you better. Then everything will be back to normal and you can, uh," here did Dean's face grow solemn. "You can hopefully not let Lucifer ride you."

Now for a brief moment, Dean looked down at Sam's face and he sighed with a great deal of sadness. Once again, that domestic fantasy came back; only this time he wished that the baby remained Sam, and that he could give him a normal life. Well, as normal as being raised by his brother and a gay angel. But even that would have been better than what they really had. It's like they always say; a gay angel is better than no gay angel (who says that? Awesome people, that's who. Are you laughing? No, probably not. I'm bored. Ugh, stop wondering when it's going to get sexy again. Just keep reading!).

Sam and Dean both fell asleep in that chair. They remained out for several hours, rocking just a little bit. But when early morning came around, Dean woke up when he heard Cas talking to himself quietly.

"You don't want to make a mess, do you? No, I do not. Thank you. That makes sense."

Dean opened his eyes a little bit and saw the outline of Cas moving in the kitchen. There was a lot of noise.

"Now set the oven to 350 degrees. Alright. It is done."

The man grumbled from Cas' talking and closed his eyes again. He didn't want to deal with all that raucous so early in the morning. Sam was still sleeping in his arms so he decided to follow that path. Sleep overtook him once more. Delightful, delicious sleep…

But then a fabulous smell woke him up. It was probably an hour later or so, and now the sun was almost up. Dean opened his eyes again and saw that Cas was still moving about in the kitchen. What is he doing, Dean grumpily thought to himself. He looked down at Sam and noticed he was starting to wake up as well. The baby retracted his fingers into fists and made tiny whining sounds.

"Ahhh, Sam," Dean said in a tired, gravely whisper. "Guess we've had enough luck with sleep."

Cas must have heard him taking quietly, since the angel immediately appeared before them. Dean jumped, and not because he had popped up in front of them, but from how Cas was dressed; he put everything back on except for the trench coat, and he added something.

"Why are you wearing an apron?" Dean asked, rubbing his eyes. Sam turned over and started to reach out from Cas, whimpering "angel, angel!"

"Because you don't want to make a mess, do you?" Cas said very plainly.

"…what?"

"They are instructions from a recipe."

Dean leered at the angel strangely. The apron had little red flowers all over it, and a great deal of lacy trim. It was covered in flour. "Where did you find that?"

"It was in the kitchen."

"Seriously?" Dean chortled. "It's Bobby's?"

"There is a great deal of sentiment attached to it. Does it make you happy?"

"It makes me happy alright," Dean replied with a big grin. Then he got up and carried Sam to the kitchen, where he found a huge mess everywhere. Mixing bowls, flour, eggs, a rolling pin with flour caked all over it, and the list went on. Then Cas presented Dean with his usual coffee and a paper, which Dean took and sat at the table with. He put together a bottle for Sam and fed him, still chuckling at Cas' appearance. "You should learn to make Irish coffee."

"I should? Then I will," Cas said. He walked to the oven and looked inside.

"Yeah. So what are you making?" Dean asked as his eyes began to scan the kitchen again. The trashcan sat in one corner, open, and was brimming to the top with apple skins and cores. Then Dean inhaled sharply. "Is it…!?"

Cas pulled something out of the oven and turned around, displaying a big, beautiful pie. Like a kid, Dean sprung up from the seat and ran to Cas' side, leaned over the pie, careful not to let it touch Sam, and kissed the angel on the lips. Cas placed the pie on the counter, his cheeks flushing bright red. "You should just say it," Cas muttered.

"Huh?" Dean asked. He rocked Sam excitedly. His face was ecstatic. "Say what?"

"When you kissed me, you wanted to say 'I love you,' didn't you?"

If it weren't for the pie, Dean would probably have thrown a fit just then. But instead he just mumbled and groaned his way out of the discussion. "Uhh yeaah well, when is that pie ready?"

"It has to cool for ten minutes but then it should be eatable."

"Awesome," Dean chortled.

Sam had finished off the bottle by now, so he tossed it into the sink then set the baby up in his chair. The seatbelt clacked around his waist and he looked up at Dean. "Pie?" he said.

"AAAAAAAAH HE SAID PIE!" Dean shouted happily. "HE SAID PIE! CAS CAS CAD DID YOU HEAR THAT? HE SAID PIE! AHH that's my boy! Yeah!"

"His vocabulary is expanding rapidly," said Cas. He took a knife to the pie and sliced into the crust slowly, looking into it with a comical, pensive expression.

"Pie?" Sam said once more.

"That's a man's word," Dean said, smiling. He pulled a chair back and sat down to look directly at Sam. "You gotta learn more man's words."

"Pie?"

"I'm so proud of you, Sammy."

"Isn't that big extreme?" Cas asked.

"What? Why?"

"He is merely repeating what he hears. He knows not what the word means."

"Don't be such a buzzkill, jeez." Dean leaned close to Sam and whispered, "the angel has a bug up his ass."

"I heard that," said Cas. "I hope you did not leave any bugs in there. That would not be very nice."

"It's an expression."

"I see."

Now the angel cut a slice of pie, plated it and slid it on the table before Dean. The man's face lit up as bright as a neon sign to a strip club. "Thanks, Cas."

"You are very welcome," Cas replied and sat next to them. Dean took a bite and practically melted on the fork.

"Ohhhh fuuuuuck," he moaned. "It's sooo good."

"Is the pie giving you sexual release?"

"What?" Dean asked, frowning. "No."

"You emit the same strong fragrance."

"That's gross."

"Pie!" Sam shouted, pointing.

"Yeah, that's right. It's pie and it's awesome."

Cas watched the brothers chatter at each other as the pie slowly disappeared. Once Dean had finished, Cas stuttered a bit and asked, "Dean?"

"What."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah of course."

"When we visited with Marco," Cas began quietly. "We had a discussion about you and I being 'an item.' But you never finished what you were going to say."

"I don't remember," Dean quickly rebutted.

"You said 'an item' is 'boyfriend, girlfriend stuff.' And then I asked if that is what we are. You did not have the chance to answer as Marco returned just at that moment."

"We have to talk about this?"

"Why is there any reason to avoid it?"

"I dunno," Dean grumped and slouched in his chair.

"I thought we were past the point of withholding information?"

"We are."

"You have clearly accepted your feelings for me. We are raising Sam. We are having the dirty sex."

Dean looked away from Cas. He poked at the empty plate with his fork. Sam watched silently, wiggling his legs off the edge of his chair.

"I guess so," Dean said quietly.

"You guess what?" asked Cas. He leaned into Dean more, staring expectantly.

"I guess that's what we are. I guess we're an item."

Suddenly, Cas closed his eyes tightly and that high-pitched tone screamed throughout the room; just briefly, but enough to rattle everything and flicker the lights almost to bursting. It was the angel's version of a fangirl squeal.

"You okay?!" Dean yelled with his ears covered.

Cas raised his eyebrows and stared at Dean seriously. "Yes," he said. "I am very happy to hear this. I have wanted this since our first contact."

"Really?"

"Yes, of course. This profound bond that I speak of, I promise you it is not nonsense."

"I see," Dean said. He sighed and made a little smile. "Well that's good."

"Are you unhappy?"

"No, why?"

"I see no signs of great pleasure."

"You know I'm not a very emotional guy."

Cas shook his head. "That is not true. Now I have felt your soul within me, and I know that you have a very colorful array of feelings within you." Here, Cas sat back and sighed, possibly reminiscing over the sensation that is Dean inside him. The light above them flickered once more.

"Okay, well you got me there," Dean admitted. He put his elbows on the table and watched the angel. "If we're gonna be totally honest here, then I'll just come out and tell you; I really like being together with you, but I'm still sorta uncomfortable with it."

"Why?"

"I told you. I don't consider myself gay. I'm just, well, I've made myself enjoy your physical body because what's inside really does mean a lot to me."

"I mean a lot to you?"

"Yes, Cas, Yes."

Dean fixed his eyes on Cas' and they stared silently for a moment. A slight smile grew on the angel's face, and immediately Dean leaned over the table and kissed him. It was a chaste kiss but a meaningful one. Their lips pressed together and held like that, and Dean took his hand and cupped Cas' cheek in it. The angel applied a little pressure into Dean's palm and closed his eyes. When the kiss was broken, Dean looked back at him and smiled, then Cas whispered, "Do you see?"

"See what?" Dean responded, just as quietly.

"Do you see how wonderful it can be when you are honest with yourself?"

"Yeah." He kissed Cas again on the lips, but this time his tongue pressed inside slightly. Cas smacked his hands down on the table and pushed against Dean firmly. He moaned.

"Woah, woah," Dean said, pulling away immediately. "Not in front of Sam, okay?"

"I apologize."

"It's fine, it's fine," Dean laughed a little. He touched Cas' cheek with one finger then moved his hand away. He returned to his chair and adjusted the seat of his pants awkwardly. "Sometimes when you're honest with yourself you can get a little carried away," Dean said with a chuckle. His face was pretty red. He looked at Sam and sighed. "Sorry, Sammy."

The baby looked at him seriously. His little fists bunched up but then he started to smile and he clearly asked, "Dean?"