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Hello, been a while hasn't it? I hope you readers haven't lost interest, so fingers crossed.
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Honestly never really expected it. Over here while we do take Dyslexia seriously, it's just a common thing. Kind of like saying the wind is blowing.
So all your wonderful messages and support really left me flabber gassed, in a good way. :)
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So this is roughly five days after the last chapter, Dylan's edging towards ten months. Castiel is feeling bold in this chap ;) and it sort of links to the previous chap, just another way Dean makes his relationship with Cas official.
Enjoy.
Another Way It Becomes Official.
Rush him?
How could anybody rush you into something you wanted?
Or maybe it was more appropriate to say something you wanted to try again. It wasn't always up to Dean to set the pace because he could set the pace himself, while he may not know exactly what he was doing, it couldn't be that difficult right?
You just did what felt right, and the other night it felt right.
It was sweet that Dean didn't want to rush him and was setting a pace he thought appropriate, it told him that Dean wanted to do this right because it was important to him not to mess it up. And Castiel liked that the older man wanted to do it right, he really did it but he also liked the other side to it. The rush when he and Dean where kissing, touching and…rubbing together. It was so good and he could still remember the thrill moving through his body, along with the pleasure from it.
It was something he wanted more of, even if it was with clothes on.
However after five days Castiel was unsure if it would happen again as Dean seemed to settle right back into their easy routine, a kiss before work and after. As well as many other times and while there was nothing wrong with the sweet and simply kisses; Castiel had a taste of the other kind of kisses…the ones with tongues.
He found he liked kissing Dean like that.
There was something almost wicked to it, the way Dean's tongue rubbed and moved against his and for some reason that will probably remain unknown to him, it made him feel good. Perhaps it was the situation coupled with other things that were going on at the same time that made it seem enjoyable, either way he wanted to do it again.
He had an inkling as to why human's loved to sin when it came to sex or human coupling, which was outside the sanctity of marriage and often with a few of people in their life time.
A clicking sound brought him from his thoughts to look towards the doorway seeing the growing puppy standing there. "Hello Boomerang." Bending down he held his hands out as the dog eagerly charged forward for a fuss. Sliding both sets of fingers around the dog's neck and upper back, he rubbed gently as Boomerang stood on his foot while pressing against his ankle, head twisting back. He smiled at the animal's actions and rubbed down his back as he spoke to the dog. "You're a good boy."
A rumbling groan was the only answer he received but Castiel took it as agreement and patted the right side of Boomerang's chest. "You want a biscuit?" A bark had him standing upright and twisting towards the counter grabbing the biscuit off it.
Dean tugged his son's t-shirt down as he entered the kitchen, hearing Cas's offer of a treat. "You know you shouldn't feed him so much human food." While experts said you shouldn't feed them human food full stop, he had never heard of a dog dying from the result of it. Well he had heard of dogs dying from being overweight, which was mostly the case of human food but to be technical, he hadn't heard of a dog dying straight away from their first taste of human food.
So Boomerang could have little bits but a biscuit every morning along with other things might not be so good. "He will get fat."
"We'll walk him, that way he won't get fat." And if he did than Castiel would simple cut back on giving him a biscuit…along with other things. He knew he shouldn't give the dog human food but his little face when he was sat in front of them, watching them was hard to resist, his big eyes just begged for a little bit and Castiel couldn't fight it.
His lips curved up at the words his partner gave him and pulled Dylan's highchair closer to him so he could unclip one end of the table, pulling it away from the chair and lifted the little straps over the sides. Moving his left arm back up, he slid his hand under Dylan's arms to secure him as he pulled his son away from his chest, and bent at waist slightly lowering his son into the seat. "Breakfast time, little man."
Castiel smiled when his son babbled and smacked the table top after Dean fastened him in. "Do you want me to feed him?" He knew Dean had to get to work to and while it was still early Dylan could be a little fussy when eating. That and messy, very messy with his little hands.
"Nah, I got it." He sat on the stool closest to Dylan resting his left forearm on the kitchen island looking towards Castiel as he spoke, "Why where you up so early anyway?" Seemed a bit strange and since Cas had been up early, for some reason Dylan was up earlier than normal. Babies had a strange way of doing that, waking up when you were trying to be quiet, or they were up earlier than normal because you were. He watched the former angel as he heated Dylan's food but found his eyes wondering lower, stopping on a denim encase butt, after that little make out session Dean found himself with wondering eyes and the desire to do it again.
But he couldn't, nope, because he would not rush Cas into this. So it was look but not touch….so much.
"I wanted to start practising making a cake; I thought it would be best to start while Dylan was still asleep." He pushed the button to open the microwave and lifted the plastic dish out, resting it on the side before grabbing the spoon to stir the baby food. Once he was done he turned around carrying the plate towards Dean and handed it to. "You want something to eat?" While he wasn't the best cook, he was slowly figuring his way around the kitchen.
"Toast." He could grab a big lunch at work and it was easy to eat while feeding their son, who at this stage would rather put his hands in his food than actually eat it. "What are you doing today? Sam said something on the phone last night but I wasn't listening." He was too busy playing with Boomerang.
"We are going shopping for Bobby's present." Sam had decided that while getting Bobby a flask every year with beers wasn't bad, it seemed this year he wanted to change it and Castiel agreed to go with him. Although he wasn't exactly sure he was the best person to go with Sam because while he knew Bobby, he didn't exactly know him like the brothers did, but he would try to be as helpful as he could. "Are you buying with Sam or getting him a present yourself?"
"Myself." Dean rushed the word quickly as he waved the spoon around making a mixture of train noises with airplane noises, which was a little bit stupid because in real life a train couldn't fly however it seemed to amuse Dylan.
Dylan couldn't decide whether he wanted to laugh and smile, or bang his hands together on the little table before deciding to lean forward, mouth open wide.
Grinning Dean moved the spoon towards his son's lips, easing the spoon so far in waiting till lips closed over it before pulling back, yet not too far getting ready for what was coming next.
Dylan smiled food easing from his lips slightly as he ate the food, his hands raised finger splayed wide ready to touch the stuff left on his chin but a spoon beat him to it, when he tried to reach for the spoon it moved away. He made a noise wanting the spoon but when it was flying again making funny noises he tapped his hand on the table top watching it.
Dean felt his grin grow at the toothy smile and bright blue eyes fixed on the spoon. He honestly didn't know how his grin could grow around his son because it was impossible for it to constantly grow, yet it did every time. Easing the spoon forward again he made a crashing sound as it touched his son's lips, but Dylan had other plans and started laughing sending the mushy food all over the place.
"You liked that." Dean hummed the words pulling the spoon back, starting to scoop the left over bits, off his son's chin.
Castiel placed a plate down beside the older man watching their son; his little face lighting up as he smiled widely bringing one hand up to his face as he laughed. Dylan could find amusement looking at a wall and it often made him amused to see it. Lifting his left hand Castiel soothed it over black hair sticking up on the top of his son's head and dropped his hand back towards his side simply watching Dylan looked between them.
Placing the spoon on the plate he jutted his chin forward. "What." Dean didn't expect an answer but he was doing the encouraging talk thing, it was supposed to encourage them to talk back and what happened next was monumental…to him and Castiel anyway.
Dylan raised his hands right hand, two of his fingers and thumb curling while the first two stayed slightly extended pointing straight forward, and moved his hand to point at his friends. "Ah."
He felt his heart do a strange beat as he nodded seeing the hand move to point at Castiel, then him, and when something came out his son's mouth; a sound that was a far cry from a word. That and the fact he pointed at them, well it was gold to him. Dean felt his lips curving up that his son had done it, his parental instinct telling him that what Dylan did was such an amazing feat. "Yay Dylan." He chucked his son under his chin making him laugh. "That's my boy."
Castiel smiled clapping his hands in front of his son, unsure of what he said or tried to mean, or maybe he meant nothing behind it, either way he was immensely happy with it. "Clever boy."
Dylan banged his hands on the table top face scrunching up in pleasure as he made a happy squeal.
"What did I miss?" Sam asked as he unhooked his bag strap from over his head and lowered it onto the kitchen island top looking towards his brother and Cas, seeing them stood around Dylan in his highchair, knowing he missed something.
Dean grinned; it was wide and proud, even if what he said would make a non-parent look at him funnily, probably with a stupidity look on their face, thinking he was stupid for getting excited over it. "My son pointed at us, then made a sound."
"What?" He moved around the island to stand beside Castiel and glanced at Dylan, wondering if he was reaching the next stage in baby development. "He pointed at you, like pointed." Raising his hand he pointed at his brother but looked towards Castiel when he nodded, his lip curved up. "Yeah." Looking towards his nephew, Sam asked the next question, "What did he say?"
"Ah." Castiel smiled fondly as the younger Winchester bent down resting his hand on the table attached to Dylan's highchair holding his hand out, with his left he curled his fingers around Dylan's litter hand and unfolded it to do a high five.
Dylan bounced slightly in his seat and wrapped both sets of fingers around Sam's hand pulling it towards him, then banged his hand against the back of the one he had hold of, babbling something before looking up.
Sam found himself amused even though it wasn't anything to really be amused by, or maybe it was because they weren't that use to babies or small children in general and everything they did amused them. Either way he was grinning; nodding at the babble he tried to do that thing everyone did, where they thought they could get the baby to speak an actual first word. "Dada, say dada."
Dean chewed his toast and pointed at himself with his other hand nodding as he did so, wondering if Dylan would say Dada but doubted it because wasn't it a little early for words? He was edging towards ten months now so maybe in a little while but until then he would take the pointing and noises, after all it was the start of things to come. Dropping his booted feet from the foot rest on the stool to the floor he stood up, what was left of his toast still in his hand. "I'm going to work, finish feeding him for me."
Grabbing the plate Sam sat in the stool his brother just vacated. "Will do, see you tonight."
Tonight, why would he see him tonight?
Turning he looked at his brother with his toast now in his mouth, as he searched his pockets for his keys but shifted his eyes to Castiel, who took the toast from his mouth and took a bite, right where his mouth had been. Raising one eyebrow he felt a smirk gracing his lips and simply remained quiet, waiting for Cas to speak, and for some reason his brain though that move was a little daring when Sam was here….and kind of sexy.
What the hell was wrong with him that he found Cas biting toast sexy? Maybe it was just the case of angel balls, (forget blue balls) it was Angel balls. Years of wanting and not being able to do a damn thing about it, made his balls ache in ways he didn't even know they could. It also made him find a new respect for men of the cloth, who choose to abstain.
Castiel chewed the toast in his mouth before his spoke and just grinned at the older man, who stood looking at him with a certain look. "Bobby and Sam are sleeping for the weekend, as its Bobby's birthday on Sunday." Sam was sleeping tonight and Bobby decided he would tonight as well, make it a birthday weekend thing. The look on Dean's face stayed the same for a moment longer, and Castiel was unsure what it meant exactly but if he had to guess, he would say it was close to that look, that night. Moving his head closer to the older man's he brushed their lips together, in a small kiss. "Have a good day at work and your keys are on the counter behind you."
Dean responded to the kiss, which was far too brief, and opened his mouth to say something but found the toast shoved into it, his smirk softened into a grin as he pulled his hand out his pocket and grabbed the toast from his mouth. Moving towards Dylan he rested his other hand on top of his son's head. "Bye Dylan, Daddy's leaving." He rubbed his thumb back and forth over thick growing hair while bending to drop a kiss to his son's forehead.
Sam just scooped up the rest of the mushed food on the plate with the spoon and said bye to his brother, getting a half wave to which he responded with a lifting of the chin, trying not to say anything about what he just witnessed.
But it was proving a little difficult, too difficult to keep quiet.
After a few more minutes of silence Sam lost the battle, and coughed in the manner of suggestion or as if he was hinting at something, rather than clearing his throat. "So, things are going well."
Castiel rested his back to the counter top, looking at the younger Winchester wondering what he meant; it couldn't have been the kiss goodbye because he had seen them do it before. So what did he mean by things are going well? "I don't understand what you mean Sam."
He just grinned nodding. "I'm sure you don't." Castiel could claim the innocent act if he wanted but he saw the new current in their relationship, or to be more correct the newly ignited current because it had always been there, just on a low burn. But after that little moment he knew something happened, and while he didn't want to details, he still wanted to know if things where progressing along nicely, so he worded his question differently. "So how's things with you and Dean."
Things, what thi— it was then that Castiel caught the meaning behind the words and felt his cheeks heat for a moment, only lightly, but still he coughed to cover it up as he turned around to face the sink. "It's good."
Sam just hummed at the answer using the bib to wipe away the access food on Dylan's chin. "Well I suppose that's good to hear." He felt his lips quirk at the choice of word. Looking towards Castiel he frowned, finding the topic changing a little suddenly but there was a certain smell. "Do you smell something burning?" The smell had been in the kitchen since he entered but now it was stronger and it defiantly smelt like burning.
Moving towards the oven he opened it to see the cake looking a nice…dark golden colour, with only the edges slightly burnt but by far, this was his best one. Castiel smiled as he used the oven mits to pull the cake from the oven, turning he placed it on the cooling rack before pulling one mit off to close the oven door and turn it off.
"It's my cake, I think it's done." He nodded as he spoke and picked the tin up, turning it upside down. The cake dropped from the tin and onto the rack nicely. "I think it's my best one yet, would you like some?"
He winced when the thing dropped from the tin, he expected some kind of sound but a thud, he did not expect at all because cake's shouldn't thud unless there hiding something inside, like a brick or rocks. "Erm no thanks, I just had breakfast." Sam didn't want to hurt the man's feelings, so he chose to lie instead.
Castiel turned the cake the right way up feeling his smile grow, it only had a few burnt bits around the edges but he could just cut them off, then all that was left to do was decorate it for Bobby's birthday. "I think he will really like this." He had found a recipe online where you could add jam, coconut, chocolate chips and a few other things aswell.
He hoped Bobby liked it.
-.-.-
Sam frowned as they slowed down wondering why, looking to his right he saw a shop window with puppies sat inside which they had passed fifteen minutes ago…and funnily enough, they slowed down then too.
But why?
He looked from Castiel to the window and felt his lips curving up. "Cute aren't they."
"Yes." But it was a little heart breaking to see, the poor puppies sat there day after day with no home to go to, or people who wanted them. Castiel didn't like the thought of the poor animals being left there at night….alone, it was horrible to think about but what had caught his attention for the past three weeks was a certain puppy. It had been sat there in the window pen, at first it was with other puppies, but after a week some of them puppies had disappeared until it was the only one left in the window pen.
He looked at the tone and saw the way Castiel looked at the window, it was that despondent look he got when he figured out he couldn't do the right thing all the time, or save everybody all the time. Sam turned his head back to the window seeing a bulldog puppy sat in a window pen pushing a ball with its muzzle around, it reminded him of Boomerang only the colouring was different slightly. "You want to get another dog?"
"What?" Drawing to a stop he looked at the window and turned Dylan's pram so he wasn't blocking the pathway. "Dean only wanted one." So why get another one? While it would be nice they had Boomerang and he was more than enough.
"You can get a dog, I'm sure my brother wouldn't mind." Sam placed his hand against the shop window, in front of the puppy's play pen and drummed his fingers against the glass catching its attention.
The puppy charged at the window, head hitting the glass making it fall backwards on its bottom before shaking it's head and moving towards the window however instead of charging it, the puppy pushed up on its back legs. Front paws scratching at the glass as it mouthed at the air, little tail stump waggling.
He felt his lips curving up. "It's just as stupid as Boomerang."
Castiel smiled at the puppy but shook his head at Sam's words. "Boomerang is not stupid, maybe strange." Bumping into things when it could clearly see the objection was a little strange, but not necessarily stupid.
Sam dropped his hand when a woman glared at him from the other side of the glass and turned to face Castiel. "You should think about it, the house is just as much yours as it is his." Somehow he knew Dean wouldn't mind if they got another dog. Hell, he didn't think his brother would mind if Castiel brought home a pony as long as it made him happy.
"Do you think maybe Bobby would like a puppy for his birthday?" Castiel knew what he was getting him already but there wasn't a limitation to how many you could get them, and that way he could give them all homes.
He tried not to make a face because the last time Bobby had an animal he accidently killed it, the poor dog didn't see it coming either and afterwards Bobby kind of withdrew. He may look and act gruff but Bobby was really a softie on the inside, so he took the death hard, plus Dean cracking jokes about it didn't help. It was a sore subject for the older man; one best left alone and never spoke of again. "I don't think so, no."
"Oh." Castiel stared at the puppy that was licking the window trying to get Sam's attention again; he hoped it found a nice loving home soon. When a hand fell on his shoulder he lifted his eyes to look at the taller man.
"I'm sure they will find good homes." He nodded trying to reassure Cas having an idea what he was thinking, without having to ask. "Come on, we still need to get Bobby's present."
"Ok." Giving one last look to the window he started walking along with Sam, casting a glance over Dylan who at the moment was asleep in his pram. Deciding now might be a good time to ask the younger man something important, "Would you be offended if I gave Bobby's name as Dylan's middle name?"
Turning his head he looked towards the former angel. "What Bobby first name or middle name?"
"I haven't decided yet but would that offend or upset you if I did?" Castiel didn't want to upset Dean or Sam by doing this, but he wanted Bobby to know he was a part of Dylan's life and that he was, and would always be Dylan's grandfather. Even if he wasn't by blood, the man had taken the Winchester boys under his wing and often thought of them as his, yet was hesitant about being a Grandpa to Dylan because of him.
Castiel knew Bobby liked him but he wasn't as close to him as he was the boys.
So Bobby was hesitating in case he stepped over the line or somehow offended him however Castiel had no problems with Bobby being Dylan's grandparent and wanted to show him that. So what better way than to name him after him.
It was custom sometimes to pass names down to children, and more often than not it was the father's name passed down to boys and even though John was Dean and Sam's actual father, Bobby was more of a father figure to them. Both the boys thought that time and time again, so he thought it would be a nice way to show that bond and a silent way for him to let the older man know he was a very important part of Dylan's life.
Sam felt his lips kick up at the right side as he cocked his head, thinking about it for a moment. John was their father and Sam loved him of course he did, but their relationship had never been the best whereas with Bobby, he made them his priority when they were younger. He remembered being taking to the park to throw a ball around; just the three of them and it had been one of his most treasured memories. "Nah Cas I wouldn't be offended or upset, it's actually a great idea."
He smiled thankful Sam wouldn't be upset by it. "Do you think he will like it?"
Sam grinned. "He will love it." Problem was it was now going to make him and Dean look bad when it came to presents….unless.
"Hey Castiel can I jump in on that with you?"
That way only Dean would look bad.
-.-.-
Dean entered the house through the garage door expecting to see someone in the kitchen along with Boomerang but it was empty, which was a little strange.
"Hello?" He called out bending down to untie his boot laces and removed them, yet never received an answer. Frowning he straightened his frame and dug his keys out his jacket pocket to toss them on the little bowl that sat on the left side of the door, before moving towards the fridge and opened it. Reaching on the top shelf grabbing a beer yet paused in his actions and leaned forward to see the thing in the fridge, it had writing on and icing smeared over the top that was dripping down the sides.
Happy birthday Bobby.
He tried his best not to make a face but it looked like a mess on a plate.
God bless Bobby, he really hoped he survived eating that on his birthday because he wouldn't be, nope, on that day Dean would have a stomach ache. Or at least that was what he would claim to have, so he didn't hurt his angel's feeling when they had to taste it. He could always lie and say it tastes great, but it looked like one of those things that as you ate it, your face would show the truth.
Resuming his actions he pulled his beer from the fridge and twisted the top off, half twisting his chest to toss it in the sink. "Hello, Cas, Sam?" Dean again called out before taking a sip of his beer.
Walking into the living room he found it empty and after looking out the patio doors leading to the back garden he didn't seem anyone there either, frowning he wondered if they gone out and pulled his phone from his back pocket when he heard a bark. It came from upstairs, holding his phone still in his hand he took the stairs two at a time and heard voices to accompany the bark. "Cas?"
"In here."
Clearing the upper landing, he walked forward a few spaces and turned right stopping at Dylan's doorway seeing Castiel, Sam, and his son, on the floor playing with toys. "What are you doing up here?" While it was Dylan's bedroom he normally played downstairs where most of his toys where.
Castiel rolled the ball towards his son, who was laid on his stomach on the play mat hitting his hands against the hidden buttons under the material, which made certain sounds to match the image. "We gave Dylan a bath and Sam went to put his pj's on but Dylan's kicked the talc, so Sam put him on the play mat to finish getting him change, afterwards he rolled over starting to play with it."
He leaned against the doorway sipping his beer again as he listen and looked towards the changing top of the draws, seeing the evidence of what his son did accidently, yet shook his head looking towards his brother. "Couldn't even change my son, and he isn't even starting to walk yet." Dean grinned as he gave the jibe.
Sam just shot his brother a look. "He's nearly there and hey, just the Uncle here so I don't really have to know how to change him." He did want to, and he hoped there would be a time he could look after his nephew for the night however that didn't mean he would take his brother's jibes. He remember in the beginning when his brother had his own issues with diapers. "I wasn't the one who couldn't fasten a diaper so it would stay on remember."
"Got the hang of it now, and been doing it right for the past six months." That was progress right there, jutting his chin forward he waited for the comeback.
"Kudos for you, but the real test comes when it's time to master the potty." Potty training by far could be the messiest thing he ever had read upon, peeing and pooping in their pants without the diapers. Sticking their hands in their pants, the dangers of being in public when it happened, touching house hold objects, it was a horror story waiting just waiting to happen.
"Whole new level you have to master." Sam shuddered, he didn't want to think about it anymore.
"I can do it." How hard was it to get a baby to sit and go to the toilet on a potty, not that hard right?
Sam couldn't hold his snort back. "You can't even get Boomerang to sit."
Dylan looked towards the doorway seeing his friend and smiled as he smacked his arm down on the mat, his knees pressed into the floor as he wiggled for a moment before using his arms to push up still babbling.
Being distracted by the jibing with his brother, he wasn't really looking until he saw movement out the corner of his eye and looked towards his son, watching as he pushed up on his arms drawing his knees under him. "Is he going to crawl?"
Castiel moved his eyes towards their son feeling his heart beat a little quick in anticipation as Dylan rested on his hands and knees, one hand moved forward touching down on the floor. "I think he is."
Sam held his phone up length ways, camera on and recording ready to catch the moment on film knowing his brother wanted these moments to watch back because Dean wanted Dylan's childhood to be very different from theirs.
They didn't have baby books, first tooth or haircut momentums, didn't have any videos from when they were little, so Sam could see why his brother wanted to captures his son's moments. He would always have them to look back on, show Dylan one day when he was old enough, or use it to embarrass him at family occasions, or bring out when he brought home his first serious girlfriend…or boyfriend.
Dean placed his beer on the changing unit top and bent to rest on the balls of his feet holding his hands out. "Come on Dylan, crawl to Daddy." He was grinning widely as he saw another hand move forward and a little body rock forward.
Was this it? Was this the time when his son was going to crawl…and to him aswell. Babies normally crawled because they had reached that stage but right now, it looked like Dylan was going to crawl towards him.
For him, Dean couldn't help the swell of emotion in his chest at the thought.
Dylan looked around between the men, see his friend with his hands stretched out and lifted his hand before placing it back down.
The suspense was killing him, minutes passed and all Dylan did was continued to rock on his knees in the same place smiling widely. "Dylan come to Dada." He clapped his hands in the hopes it would somehow motivate his son into crawling however it didn't. All it did was make Dylan sit back on his bum, but it was still special because he raised his hands up making that 'ah' sound again as he looked at him and Dean did that parent thing again.
Another moment of achievement he could be proud off. "Clever little man."
It was a little disappointing when Dylan didn't crawl, Castiel had hoped Dylan would but when he sat back and lifted his arms for Dean the disappointment disappeared. The sight of them was just as good as if Dylan's crawled.
He watched Dean resting on the balls of his feet before Dylan with his hands framing their son's face and Dylan's head was tipped back so he was looking up at his dad, smiling. Little hands where raised, resting Dean's wrists, he smiled softly at sight and wished he could somehow capture the moment between them.
Sam lowered his phone deciding to save the file and ask Dean later if he wanted it, while it wasn't crawling he was pretty sure his brother was still proud of Dylan's newest achievement which was lifting his arms. A silent form of asking to be picked up, it made Sam believe the other milestones moments where just around the corner and that was exciting to think about because soon enough his nephew would be walking and talking.
Just thinking about it made him feel proud; another Winchester bringing the trouble in the world.
Lifting Dylan he pressed his lips to his son's cheek and blew against it making a raspberry sound, turning around he folded his left arm under his son's bottom keeping him resting against his chest as he looked at Castiel. "What times Grandpa Bobby getting here?"
"About half six he's bringing tea, I said I would cook but he said not to trouble myself." He didn't mind cooking but the man insisted so he decided he would cook on Sunday instead, moving to rest on his knees he started collecting the toys of the floor. "Do we have any blankets for Sam?"
Dean rubbed the palm of his hand over his son's stomach snaking his fingers up to tickle under Dylan's chin as he answered Castiel's question, with one of his own, "Why does he need blankets?" he remembered Sam was sleeping over but why he needed extra blankets?
"What, am I just supposed to freeze during the night." It wasn't a question, more a quip of sarcasm because Sam knew he wouldn't freeze. Yet it could still get cold during the night and call him a baby if you will, but he still liked a blanket of two when he went to sleep.
Castiel placed three soft toys in the box and looked up at Dean. "He will need a blanket for the couch." While the couch was comfortable and everything, he didn't think Sam would get a good night's sleep on it without a blanket to keep him warm however what Dean said next surprised him.
"Why, he can just sleep in the other guest room." Simple they had two extra rooms, put Bobby in one and Sam could take the other one.
Sam frowned up at Dean from his position on the floor. "That's Castiel's room." He knew that so why say it was another guest bedroom?
"He shares a bed with me, has since we moved in. We're dating each other so does it really need to be said." Dean looked at Castiel who was watching him while paused in mid motion of putting a toy in the box….looking kind of hopeful.
Castiel just nodded, having an inkling of what the older man was saying but wasn't sure, so he didn't want to say anything out loud.
Sam looked from Castiel to Dean. "What?" He was missing something here, he knew something happened between them, he just didn't know, they were sharing a room. Yes, he knew Castiel had spent a few nights in Dean's room, due to his brother's stupidity, but he hadn't realised that a few nights, turned into every night since. That was a lot closer in their relationship than he expected, it was after having that thought that he saw the direction his brother was going.
"Why does he need a room of his own, when we have a room." He looked at Castiel before looking at his brother, giving them a look that said they were a little stupid at the moment for not thinking the same thing. Moving his hand back to Dylan's stomach he rubbed before snaking his fingers back up, tickling his son again. "It's pointless Cas having his own room when we both use the same one, so it's logical for him to move in."
Well make it official, since Cas basically shared his bedroom unofficially.
Sam felt his lips kicking up at his brother's way of asking Cas to move in his room, which was basically telling him. Could Dean be anymore set in his ways? Somehow he didn't think so, pushing to his feet he clapped his hands. "Pass my nephew, we can go play down stairs."
"And where will I be?" He mouthed at a small hand being pressed to his lips enjoying the giggles coming from Dylan but lifted his eyes towards his brother when he approached, and found what he said to be a good idea.
It had to happen sometime, so why not now?
"You and Castiel can move his stuff into your bedroom." He nodded sliding his hands under Dylan's arms, finger curved around his small body but podgy sticky out tummy. "You want to play with Uncle Sam right, and we can wait for Grandpa Bobby to come." Sam nodded as he twisted his arms until Dylan was facing him. After quickly rearranging his arms, he held his nephew against his chest walking towards the doorway. "Come on Boomerang."
Dean flicked his eyes to Boomerang, watching the dog stretch from its position before following after Sam and Dylan, purposely avoiding Cas's direction as he felt a little nervous about what the angel would say. Hoping it wasn't anything bad, (even though he knew it wouldn't be nothing bad) he was just nervous in case Castiel thought this might be rushing…. or he was just having another moment when it came to this relationship because he, himself, felt a little unsure.
It wasn't weird that he wanted Castiel to move in his bedroom and it probably wasn't going to be any different from what they did any other night, yet he still felt a little unsure because he never really did it before. Sharing with his brother on the road wasn't the same thing and when he shared with Lisa it was just mainly her stuff, with his in a duffel bag on the floor by the door ready to leave at a moment's notice.
But this, this would be him and Cas together in one room, their stuff mixing together as clothes lay beside each other in the draws and wardrobe, them sharing a space together that would become theirs. The thought of that made him smile because he kinda liked the idea; hell if he was being honest, he really liked the idea.
Castiel resumed his actions tossing the last toy in the play box before climbing to his feet, looking at Dean whose head was at an angle with a little fond smile on his face making him smile as well, he came to a stop beside the man. Right now he was feeling a little…excited, maybe he shouldn't be but he couldn't help it, the fact Dean said he should move his stuff in made him happy because to him it was another little way of making it official.
First, he introduced him as his partner in the supermarket and now he was asking him to move his stuff into the bedroom they both slept in, raising his hand he rested it on Dean's left hip. "Are you ok with me moving my clothes in now?"
He was roused from his though and turned his head a fraction, looking into blue eyes that would never fail to capture his attention. "Yeah." Dean grinned as he spoke the word, dipping his head a fraction. Brushing their lips, he felt the answering smile Castiel gave, they were both pure pointless smiles that where full of giddiness and excitement, which was a little strange because he couldn't remember the last time he had been excited over something as normal as sharing a bedroom.
A thrill surged through him at the answer and Castiel decided that right now would be a good moment to try one of those kisses again, last time he hesitated because he was unfamiliar but now he was feeling a little bold.
He would make the move on Dean.
When lips brushed his he brushed right back, curving his hand further around the older man's hip and shifted his body closer until his thighs brushed against Dean's. Parting his lips after another soft kiss he swept his tongue forward and ran it along Dean's bottom lip, silently asking for entrance and when lips parted, he swept his tongue forward.
Fuck that boldness was sexy, Dean couldn't help the thought as he parted his lips feeling Cas's tongue sweep into his mouth, closing his eyes he moved his tongue forward rolling it against the former angel's as he lifted one hand. Curving his fingers around the back of Castiel's neck he pressed his thumb against the edge of his jaw, pushing it in slightly as he shifted his head as well, changing the angle, so he could deepen the kiss.
A hand gripped his side harder before fingers skirted under the back of his t-shirt and Dean couldn't help the groan that came out his mouth, the heat from those fingers felt searing as he pressed closer.
Feeling bolder by the second, Castiel wasn't really thinking about what he was doing but more so what felt right and he wanted to feel the older man's skin under his hands.
Lowering his hand resting on Dean's hip he skimmed his fingers down until he felt the hem of the t-shirt and pushed his other hand under, sliding it up over Dean's lower abdomen fingers spanning wide as he did so. Wanting to explore Dean's body, feel the heat of skin and the contours of muscles under his hands yet slowed them as he broke the kiss needing to take in air, opening his eyes a fraction he looked into hazel green ones.
Gone dark again, the effect of them was heady to him.
Dean smirked a little as he felt warm breath fan his lips and simply moved his mouth forward again but didn't kiss Castiel this time, instead he nipped at the younger man's bottom lip and tugged on it before sucking on it. The sound Cas made had him shifting from half hard to fully hard within his jeans, the fingers on his skin seemed to start moving again as he pulled his head back slightly allowing the lip to slip from his hold. Moving his left hand, he slid two of his fingers through the belt loops on Castiel's jean's and tugged pulling the man further forward, eliminating the remaining space between them as he claimed Cas' lips again.
He parted his lips for Dean's tongue humming into the kiss as rubbed their tongues together, sliding his hands up touching more skin and groaned as hips lightly brushed against his letting him feel the hardness of Dean's cock. It sent that heady feeling through him again and this time he didn't stop or slow his action, instead his slid his hands further up under the older man's t-shirt and splayed his fingers wide pushing Dean back slightly. Castiel followed, still responding to the kiss but groaned when Dean's body was pressed flush with his as the other man's back met the wall, and when a thigh slid between his legs he rocked his hips forward.
Fuck, those groan where deep and Dean wanted to hear more.
Curving his arm around Castiel's hip he slid his fingers down into the back pocket of the jeans and cupped a firm buttock giving it a squeeze as he used it to pull Castiel's hips harder against his. With the set of fingers still curved around Castiel's neck he slid them higher into dark hair and tugged on the strands, enjoying another groan as his reward.
Rolling his hips forward he created a delicious friction and broke the kiss to groan the man's name out loud, "Dean." When lips skimmed his jaw he tilted his head to the right and flicked his thumb over the older man's nipple.
Dean mouthed at the curve of Castiel's neck before sucking on the skin making it tender for what he was about to do, drawing his hand from Cas' ass he snaked his fingers under the material of his top. Pushing with his fingertip he traced the band of his jeans, feeling where denim met skin and pushed the tip of his index finger under it as he bit Castiel's neck, enjoying the way hips pressed harder into his.
"Woah, what the hell?" Sam lifted his hand covering Dylan's eyesight as he turned his back to them, talking out loud, "Come on man, I don't want to see that and neither does Dylan."
PG, where the hell was the PG here!
Dean sighed as he looked at his brother's back. "Then don't just walk in our bedroom." But it was a good thing because yet again he had lost his head and forgotten about the pace, the damn pace he was supposed to be setting. And if Sam hadn't interrupted them than who knows where it would have ended.
"It's Dylan's nursery, which is wrong on so many levels." He shook his head at his brother's actions; he knew once upon a time that his brother would have sex anywhere but a nursery that was an all-time low. Children should not be exposed to this kind of behaviour until they were at least fifteen, maybe sixteen, or seventeen; it was a good job he was around because if it was left up to Dean, his nephew would be putting the moves on people before he entered middle school.
Dean snorted. "Like you can preach." There was a time or two he caught Sammy in a compromising situation and in unconventional places.
"I have been shouting you two for the past ten minutes, Bobby's here already and the food's getting cold. You said you would move his stuff in, not try and get it on with him." Otherwise he would not have come up, it was bad enough he had to see but Dylan aswell. When you were a teenager, the last thing you wanted to think about, let alone see, was your parents getting jiggy with it, it was horrendous and traumatic, yet his nephew caught them sexing it up and he was only a baby, thank the lord above. "You're lucky he's too little to fully grasp what he's seeing."
He felt his lips kicking up and relaxed against the wall, hands resting on Castiel's hips. "Why do you say that?"
"Therapy, he would need years of therapy if he could understand what he just saw." Sam nodded his head as he told his brother the truth, it was the one thing they both agreed on, that if they had children they would do right by them. That meant they would do everything they could to make sure the child didn't need therapy, he and Dean needed therapy and just look at them…. two massive fuck ups with way too many issues.
Yet Sam was brought from his thoughts by his brother's words and opened his eyes wondering why he still had them closed, when he was facing the other way giving Dean is back.
"Then why is he smiling at me, I think he looks happy that me and Papa are close." Therapy, please, he had at least three years before he even had to think about that for Dylan because no doubt he would do something that would make his kid need it.
Sam turned his head to see Dylan looking over his shoulder at his parents and rolled his eyes. "Like I said too young to understand." Thank god.
Castiel felt his cheeks heating as he turned. "Next time we will close the door."
Turning around Sam waved his free hand. "Don't worry about it, it's not your fault; just don't let him take advantage of you whenever he wants."
Dean felt his lips kicking up, in astonishment. "Me, it was him. He came onto me." Why did Sam immediately think he jumped Cas? Yes back in the day he liked his sex, and he still did but he wasn't a sex fiend or anything.
He couldn't stop…the smirk, was it a smirk? That graced his face as he turned his head to stare at Dean finding Sam's words amusing when it was in fact him who had started this. "I won't let him take advantage of me next time Sam."
He raised one eyebrow at the words and smirked at the look on Castiel's face, he was defiantly grasping what it was to become human.
Sam nodded. "Good." He shot his brother one last look. "Dinner is ready, come downstairs."
"We will move his clothes first than be down, put ours out for us." He pushed away from the wall, bumping into Castiel deciding to get him back for allowing Sam to blame him.
"Fine but hurry up or I'll send Bobby up." He would like to see his brother attempt to get his sexy on with Bobby in the room, walking down the stairs he bounced Dylan in his arms hoping their wasn't a lasting effect from the sight up stairs. "You don't want to see that do you?"
Holding Dylan above his head, he shook his. "Nope."
Bobby tipped the carton of food upside on his plate, feeling his appetite coming back after the scare he suffered with Castiel saying he would cook. Not that he had anything against the newly human man but he couldn't cook, full stop. Bobby once tried the eggs he made and it tasted like detergent you put in the washing machine with your clothes, so he decided if he was going to make it through the weekend best to bring food or cook it himself. "See what?"
Sam lowered Dylan; bring him in towards his chest. "Dean being Dean." And that was all he was going to be saying on anything.
He placed the container down on the plastic bag yet looked towards Sam, wondering if he missed heard but the look on the youngest Winchesters face confirmed it. "Already." You think he would allow Castiel to adjust to being human first before pouncing upon him, the poor thing.
Bobby was going to have words with boy, that behaviour just wasn't acceptable.
-.-.-
Pulling backwards Castiel tried not to smile so much as he moved through the doorway and turned right, walking towards the room he called his since he first moved in, yet never really used expect to store his clothes in it. Moving into the room he pulled open the wardrobe seeing clothes inside of it that he had never really used either, but he would take them anyway. "Is there space for all of it in your room?"
"Ours." Dean corrected the other man as he started opening draws. "And of course there's room." Even he didn't have that much stuff to fill his room up, he had a few items in there but again it was mostly his clothes. Year of hunting had taught him to live with the basics, which to him was his weapons, so he had more than enough room for Castiel's stuff but as he looked through the draws, it dawned him.
The former angel didn't have any possessions or anything to claim as his, for as much as he was human now he still wasn't humanised in his life. "You only have clothes don't you?"
Castiel nodded as he took the clothes out the wardrobe. "Yes."
Why had he never given it any thought before? Probably because he was still adjusting to it himself and the only possessions he had was his car, and Boomerang which wasn't really a possession but you get the point. Pulling the clothes from the draw Dean held a pile against his chest and picked more up putting them behind the pile he already had, using his arm to keep them from falling and made a mental note to get Castiel something he could call his own.
Soon enough they had moved all of Castiel's stuff moved in, his clothes put away in the draws and wardrobe, with his toiletries placed in the bathroom. Dean slid the draw shut and turned around resting his back to the draws, sliding his hands into his front pockets and smirked at Castiel, about to speak but felt his eyebrows go up in surprise.
"We better go before you take advantage of me again." Castiel felt his lips curving up in amusement, a smirk that was slowly becoming perfected with every attempt he made.
Dean felt his own lips curving up in a smirk; while it was fun to see Castiel so playful…you just don't play a master at his own game. He parted his lips ready to speak when again; he was surprised by someone else talking. Only this time it was more like shouting, coming from the bottom of his stairs and in sound of Bobby's voice, that let him know he was in trouble when it wasn't even his fault…
"Don't make me come up there."
"I'm coming."
"Boy."
…well not entirely his fault.
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