I am so sorry! I can't believe I haven't uploaded in so long! Expect a few chapters in the next few days, though, as I have been re-inspired! Also, this chapter is a bit more of a setup for things to come, and in that case, is unfortunately a bit more bland than what I'd like.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Crap. Fuck. Shit."

Dean was pacing around the living room, trying to think of a first date that would astound his lover. His problem, however, was that Cas was an angel. No matter what he did, it would always be inadequate.

"Dean, is everything alright? I don't want you swearing in front of the children."

"Yes, Cas! I just, um, totally forgot about Sam's, um, dry-cleaning!"

"Do I look like an idiot, Dean?"

"No... You look like the sexy man who has saved my life multiple times now. Is that better than swearing, my dear?"

Cas just sighed, and walked back upstairs, yelling as he ascended.

"Don't forget to ask your brother to mind the kids tonight!"

Oh! Yes! Sam might have ideas, too! Dean practically bolted out the door towards his brother's place. He rounded the corner, and ran straight into Mrs. Gertrude Thripstick.

"What on earth are you doing! Running around like a maniac!"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Thripsti-"

"Nonsense! Call me Gertrude, or Gertie, if you like!"

"I'm sorry, Gertrude."

"Alright. Now, where are you off to in such a rush?"

"Do I really have to answer you right now? We can talk later, but, as you said, I'm in a rush."

"Oh, so that's how it is! Nearly kill me with your gallivanting about, and then refuse to talk to me!"

"Ok! Ok! I'm sorry. I'm off to my brother's place."

"Sam?"

"Yes. Sam. Can I go now?"

"Why are you going over there?"

"Jesus!"

"Do not take the Lord's name in vain! I may have to put up with you and your... partner's... lifestyle, but I can at least correct you on that!"

"Look, I really need to go. I promise I will talk to you later, if you want, but I need to go now!"

"Fine! But I must insist you come over with your beautiful children sometime this week!"

"Ok! Gotta go!"

Dean took off running halfway through his sentence. Mrs. Thripstick had always been a bit odd, but it was unusual for her to make his hunters sense to go off. Oh well. It could be expected, seeing as she had helped Becky that one time.

Finally he arrived at Sam's door. Rapping sharply on the wooden frame, he shifted impatiently, waiting for his gargantuan brother to answer the door.

"Hello? Oh, hi Dean." a sleepy Sam muttered out. "What'cha doing here?"

"Dude, why are you so tired? It's 2:00 PM?"

"I've been feeling a little sick lately."

"Damn! I was wondering if you could babysit the kids for me tonight, but I guess not."

"Yeah, sorry."

"I'm almost afraid to ask, but do you think Gabe could?"

"No, he's been called away on 'urgent business' for heaven. Said it couldn't wait."

"Anyone else? I really need the kids off my hands..."

"Well, why not ask one of the other neighbours? It seems like they all want to figure out what the hell is up with you lot, and it would be a perfect opportunity."

"Half-breed angel-human babies with superior intellect born to a handsome gay couple, being minded by simple-minded civilians that scream if something even slightly unordinary happens... How do you think that would go down?"

"If I was able to, I would babysit, but I can't. Don't make me feel worse."

"Alright, one last question... What should I do for Cas' first date?"

"Let him do something, I don't know... human. Let him get to experience the 'freedom' he envies of us. Just a typical, adequate date would astonish him."

"Dude, that's amazing! Why didn't I think of that?"

"Because you're a bitch. Now I'm going back to sleep. Bye, Dean."

The door was slammed in his face, but he didn't mind. He had his plan figured out: the typical college date, (dinner, movie, drive and make-out) but with some twists of class. Like a live performance instead of a movie, and a nice hotel instead of a romp in the Impala. He was actually surprised at how simple it was. His only problem now, was the kids. If I can't get Sam or Gabe to babysit, and Crowley and Bobby are looking into a hunt, then I guess I am stuck with the neighbours. I could always take them to Gertrude, I'm sure she wouldn't mind...

"Why, of course I'll look after the little tykes! Why on earth didn't you ask me before?"

Dean had to bite his tongue to stop himself from blurting out all the reasons why she was his last resort.

"I guess I was just too caught up in my thoughts to ask you at the time."

"Ah, yes, well. I'm sure it won't happen again. Just drop them off when you're about to head off. See you soon!"

Walking towards the Impala, he felt his hunter's gut twist again, but again, just brushed it off. He drove off to the theatre nearby, and saw that they were currently performing 'The Taming of the Shrew'. He paid for the tickets, and booked a luxurious suite at the hotel a few blocks away from the theatre. Add reservations to a restaurant nearby, and his date was all set up.

He drove back to his home, and was greeted by 7 whirring balls of energy.

"Daddy Dean! Reese ate my cupcake!"

"Apple broke my computer!"

"Sour Cream set me on fire!"

Sighing, Dean stepped into the house, to see Cas standing in a circle of holy fire.

"Hello, Dean."

"Cas?"

"The children got a bit... restless."

"KIDS!"

The raucous group immediately fell silent, and the quivering group shoved their elder sister forward, to brave their father.

"Umm... Well... You see, Daddy Dean... There was a... um... BIG DEMON! And... he came into the house and cursed us! This particular curse made us completely different to how we would normally be, and that's how Daddy Cas got stuck in the holy fire circle!"

His children nodded excessively as Cherry told this story, and Dean couldn't help but remember when he would try to pull off lies similar to this with his father. He smirked at his offspring, and flipped a switch. Immediately, the house was bathed in fluorescent light, and the invisible demon wards flared up, obviously unharmed.

"If it was a demon, then how did he get past these? Hmm?"

"Umm... Heh..."

"Cherry? Will you tell me the truth?"

Cherry looked at her father, and her... other father still trapped in the flames. Seeing Daddy Dean's vibrant green eyes staring at her, a warning written into them. Clearing her throat, she looked once more, nervously, into the green orbs. She fidgeted and finally spoke.

"Okie. We found Unkie Gabe's secret candy stash."

"And?"

"And we ate it!" replied a slightly irritated Cherry. It wasn't that hard to figure out what happened.

"Ok. Well, I want you all to clean up this mess. Cas and I have to go out tonight, so you will be staying with Mrs. Thripstick for the night."

As his kids walked off to clean up the mess, Dean strode over to his lover. He grabbed a vase from a shelf nearby and threw its contents onto the fire.

"Thankyou."

"No problem."

"Dean?"

"Yes?"

"I missed you."

Like I said, more of a setup than anything important really happening, but I promise you, it's coming!