"Sammy! You said it!" Dean cheered ecstatically. He grabbed his brother out of the chair and hoisted him high in his arms. "You finally said it!"

The baby giggled and wiggled about with a big grin, matching the one on Dean's face, all the while Cas sat back and observed. The radio kept playing in the background.

I thought I heard you laughing

I thought I hear you sing

I think I thought I saw you try...

"Say it again! Say 'Dean'!"

"Ahh," Sam replied. He closed his mouth tightly and stared back at Dean, slowly turning his face quite sour.

"Aww, Sam c'mon. You did it once, you can do it again."

"He's said your name before," Cas interjected. "I don't understand why this is so remarkable to you."

Dean leered at Cas. "Because it's his third word."

"I see nothing phenomenal about this."

"Ugh. Of course you don't understand. You never will." Then he looked back at his brother and smiled again. "Right, Sam? The silly angel just don't get it." Baby Sam giggled.

"I have noticed something," Cas continued, despite Dean's heavy sigh. "You were eager to put all the responsibility of Sam on me up until he started to speak. Now suddenly you are almost taking the role of his father. Why?"

"'Cause I've been terrible at watching over him," Dean muttered. A sad frown befell upon his face. "I never should've made you take care of him. He's my Sam, even if babies are a pain in the rear."

Cas nodded pensively. "Could it be that you are overcompensating?"

"For what?"

"You know that he can survive without you."

Dean glared. He scoffed. He snorted loudly and set Sam back into his chair, then stuck his finger in the middle of the empty plate on the table and slid it to Cas' direction. "More pie," he demanded stiffly.

"I'm not trying to be difficult, Dean," Cas said. He took the plate over to the counter and sliced another piece of pie. As soon as he returned to the table, Dean grabbed it and started eating grumpily. "But my observations have proven thus far that you constantly try to prove that Sam needs you."

"Mmm," Dean groaned, looking at the pie and avoiding Cas altogether.

"There is no reason to prove anything to yourself. You watch out for him and you care. Isn't that enough?"

"I guess."

The angel's hand moved across the table slowly and reached out to Dean's arm, which sat like a lazy sausage as the other hand kept shoveling pie into his mouth. Cas' fingers laid on Dean's arm gently. His voice fell soft. "I watch out for you and I care. That is enough for you to appreciate me, isn't it?"

The fork slid out of his lips and rested along the side of the empty plate. Dean bit his tongue briefly, thinking. His eyes glistened in his pensiveness and then they closed. "Yeah," he said. "But I guess it takes for me to come to terms."

"That's alright," Cas said. He squeezed Dean's flesh a bit. "But there's really no reason for you to fill the void by over-parenting."

"Over-parenting? You're full of shit."

Cas stared at Dean very seriously and they both fell silent for a moment. Sam made bubbles with his lips.

"There is no ill intent in my words," Cas said.

"Alright," Dean groaned. He rolled his head back on his shoulders with a sigh and loudly cracked his neck. "Enough with the Hallmark, okay?"

"I don't underst-"

"Listen, if I have to be gay for you that's fine; but I'm not gonna be a sissy."

"You don't have to be anything for me. That is not my intention."

"Sorry, came out wrong." Dean smirked. His eyes sparkled. "I want to be gay for you."

Cas made a tiny sound of happiness as Dean smiled at his, getting up. He took Sam out from his chair once more and passed into the study, not before pointing at Cas and seriously reiterating; "But not a sissy."

"Fair enough," was Cas' response. He remained in the kitchen and took his Cosmopolitan up for a read. Dean rolled his eyes and put Sam down on the floor. He lay down alongside him and played with his hands.

"Whatcha thinkin', Sam? Oh yeah? Haha, okay. Sure. Look at you."

The man continued to blather on and on as Cas read quietly. Occasionally the angel made a "hmmm" when he saw something of particular interested, but in general he kept to himself.

"You have any idea when Bobby's gonna be back?" Dean asked.

"No."

"And you still can't tell me what he's doing, right?"

"Correct."

He turned onto his back and looked over into the kitchen, where Cas was sitting calmly. He turned a page and raised his eyebrows. Then he looked over the top of the magazine and stared at Dean. "Yes?" he asked. Dean chuckled.

"You're gonna rot your brain with that garbage."

"I find that highly unlikely."

"Right, right," Dean scoffed. He pulled Sam onto his chest and patted his back rhythmically with the radio. He jerked his head around and sang along, "Taaaaaake ooooooon meeeeeeeeeeeee; taaaaaake meeeeee oooooooooon! I'lllll beee goooooooone; in a day or twoooooo!"

Sam whined painfully and flapped his wrists in the air.

"I don't think he enjoys your singing," Cas quipped plainly from behind the Cosmo.

"Shut up," Dean laughed. "How can anybody not enjoy my singing?"

The angel's cheeks flushed bright red but Dean didn't notice. "I agree with," he said softly.

Dean wiggled about with his brother for some time he began to grow sleepy (Sam, that is).

"Alright, think I'm gonna put him down for a nap," Dean announced. He hoisted the baby up and set him into his crib. "Guess he'll start growing like crazy soon."

Cas set down his magazine finally and stepped over to where Dean stood. He looked down into the crib as well. "Yes," he said. "He will. They grow up real fast, don't they?"

"I guess?" Dean said with a confused tone. He glanced over at Cas and started to laugh. "Where did you hear that?"

"Several places. It appears to be a common, 'relatable' human sentiment. I'm starting to understand the basis of it."

"This more crap you've been reading in your crap mag?"

"If you insist on calling it that then yes, it is."

"Learn anything else?"

"I have been looking for techniques to lessen the intensity of my, what did you call it? Orgasm?"

"HA!" Dean chortled real loud. "Good luck with that!"

"Thank you, Dean."

"No, no," the oldest Winchester smiled ear to ear, shaking his head. "I mean you're never gonna find anything about that."

"Why?"

"Because everyone wants bigger, better, longer orgasms. Nobody tries to make 'em smaller!"

"But they are dangerous," Cas sighed.

"Only yours, man. Only yours."

The angel sulked (well, when does he not?) over to the sofa and sat down gently. He looked upon the floor with a disappointed expression. Dean followed and did the same.

"I don't want to hurt you," Cas said. "But it feels impossible to restrain the violent outburst that follows my orgasm."

"It's not impossible," Dean said quietly. He put his arm around Cas' shoulders and smiled slightly. "I bet if you focus on it, you can make 'em a little more gentle. Maybe we can go slower? I mean I'm not really a gentle love maker but if you're trying hard, I can try hard, too."

"I don't understand what you mean by slower."

Dean leaned against Cas' cheek and kissed him delicately. "I'll show you," he whispered. A soft piano began to twang on the radio and a voice sang out.

Highway run

Into the midnight sun

Wheels go 'round and 'round

You're on my mind…

Cas closed his eyes and steadied his breath as Dean kissed him tenderly. The man's arms wrapped around his shoulders, taking the lead and pushed him back onto the sofa more. Then Dean's tongue slowly ran down to Cas' neck, where he planted another row of gentle kisses.

"Dean," Cas whispered. He helplessly reached out and touched his chest, fumbling his fingers just a little with a delicate nervousness.

"Shh," Dean replied. Slowly he maneuvered Cas underneath him, but so that the angel sat up on his knees. His hands left Dean's body and went to the armrest of the sofa. Dean reached around the front of Cas' chest and unbuttoned the shirt slowly. The entire time he kept his own chest pinned to Cas' back, arching over the angel and still kissing his neck from behind.

Cas quietly gasped several times when Dean slipped his shirt off. He had to sit up a bit to do so and while Cas' back was clear, Dean ran his hands along it. He worked his thumbs up and down the angel's spine, applying just enough pressure. Cas gripped the armrest and moaned out, chokingly.

"De-ean," he cried.

Dean's eyes remained closed and his mouth open just a tad, moving his head in rhythm with the slow song on the radio. He continued to work his hands along Cas' body, teasing and rubbing each space of skin as he went. When he cupped around the angel's shoulders, he pulled his body backward with a tiny jerk. Cas breathed out loudly. Dean released the shoulders and slowly brought his fingers down to the rim of Cas' pants. He reached around the front and undid the fly, then slipped to the back once more and pulled them down.

"This is how you do it slowly," Dean said. He put his palms on each of Cas' cheeks and spread them just slightly, stared at the hole and swallowed tight. If you had asked Dean just a few weeks ago if he liked looking at men's assholes he probably would have punched you. And that punch would probably have been a cover up for something he knew, deep down, was always true.

"I enjoy this," Cas sighed. He looked over his shoulder at Dean and gazed with big, sparkling eyes. "It's a very special experience."

"Yeah, it is," Dean agreed in a gruff whisper. In a quick flourish, he pulled off his own shirt then shifted out of his pants. He returned to his knees, propped up behind Cas and ran his hard shaft along his crack.

"Are you going to penetrate me now?" Cas asked.

"Not yet."

Dean rubbed his cock in an upward motion between Cas' ass cheeks for a bit, grunting and groaning at the tease he put on for himself. The little bit of soft hair tickled him, but in a good way.

Now they both started to breathe harder, longer, thicker and tighter as Dean hooked his arms around Cas' waist and leaned down once more. He returned to the neck he clearly loved to kiss and nibbled on it lightly.

"Dean," Cas moaned. He pressed his forehead to the armrest and closed his eyes tightly. "Dean…"

Dean took one hand and brought it to the back of Cas' head. Tufts of lush, dark hair ran between his fingers like fresh spring grass and he squeezed lightly. He gripped the hair and pulled Cas' head back, causing the angel to spurt out a loud, whimpering moan.

"You like it slow but I think you also like it rough," Dean whispered directly into his ear with a naughty little smile.

"My threshold for pleasure, pain, anything; it is much greater than…ohh," Cas stopped midsentence when Dean bit down hard into his neck. The angel's body throbbed all over and he bucked his ass backwards. "D-Dean!" he moaned real loud. The man dug his teeth deeper in his neck, breaking the skin just enough to let it run pink. Cas' fingers clawed at the sofa and scratched stitching out of the fabric. "I-I'm ready, Dean! Please!" Cas cried.

"Oh, you want this?" Dean whispered. He licked Cas' earlobe a few times. "You want my dick in you?"

"Please," the angel moaned. "Dean, please."

"Alright. But you're gonna watch it and not blow up this time, right?"

"I will do v-very best, please."

"Alright."

Dean sat up quickly, grabbed Cas by the waist and eased himself inside. The angel quivered and yelled sharply as he penetrated him, turning bright red in the face. Sweat started to build up in the dip of his back. Dean held him tight and began to grind a thick rhythm with his hips. He worked his core hard and pounded Cas' cheeks, smacking their balls together with a delightful thump.

"Dean!" Cas moaned. "Oh, Dean! Dean!" His throaty pleads were almost intoxicating to Dean. He fucked him harder, much harder. He slammed Cas' ass so violently that the sofa began to creak and crackle and squeal. Sweat dripped between the two of them, heating up and making the whole room thick with hormones.

"Ahh, C-Cas!" Dean choked. In an instant his arms came around the angel's waist again, pulling Dean's chest to Cas' back and sticking them together by the sweat like glue. His ass rammed the angel so hard, working like a bunny, pinning him down and reaming him raw.

"It's approaching!" Cas cried out desperately. "The orgasm! It's—unngg! It's close!"

"You gotta be good," Dean whispered stiffly, working his body to the limit as sweat ran down his face. He nuzzled into Cas' neck, grunting and groaning the entire time. "You gotta focus. J-just relax. Don't lose control. I-it's just an orgasm."

"I'm doing my best," Cas whimpered. His body suddenly grew even hotter. The piercing tone of angel radio started to swell. It rang out. It screamed for joy.

"CAS STOP!" Dean yelled. "HOLD IT BACK! CAAAAAS!"

It all ceased. Dean grunted to himself as a big load of cum filled the angel up. He sighed in relief and collapsed onto Cas' back. The breathed loudly together. Then one of Cas' hands let go of the sofa and groped around for Dean. It found a set of his fingers and held tightly. Dean opened his eyes and saw the side of Cas' face, glistening in sweet sweat. They were nearly steaming.

"Cas?" Dean whispered.

"I'm fine," the angel replied. Dean saw a smile creeping over the side of his mouth.

"Did you cum?"

"I believe so."

"Good." Dean groaned stiffly a few times and hugged Cas warmly. He kissed the his cheek a few times and Cas made a giggling sort of noise.

"It was very pleasurable," he said.

"Good."

"Thank you."

"Please don't thank me. That's weird."

"What am I supposed to say?"

"I dunno," Dean said with a smile.

"Well, what do you want to say?"

Dean reached up to the angel's face and ran his fingers through his hair, getting a few luscious dark strands out of his face. Shyly, Dean moved even closer to Cas' ear and whispered, "I love you."

Cas briefly emitted a high tone but he quickly managed to shut it off.

"What was that?" Dean asked. Cas turned his head so that he could see Dean straight-on. His eyes narrowed, chest still heaving from short breaths.

"I returned the sentiment," he said softly.

"What sentiment?" Dean asked, ever the asshole.

"I said that I love you. And I mean that." The tone resonated quietly once more and disappeared just as fast. "I love you."