You guys, I am so so sorry for the lack of updates lately. Yes, I know its excuse after excuse – but nanowrimo is finished, and I'm on my Christmas holidays now. It'll mean I have more time to write but still not as much as I'd like, I need to revise over the holidays – two exams when I get back which will not be fun I guarantee. A levels are so so much harder than GCSES. And for my non – English readers – this is hell.

It's a stupidly short chapter I'm sorry, having a load of writers block, and trouble in general with this story. Debating abandoning it.

On with the story folks. I've missed you all!

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When Dean and Castiel finally pulled up outside of the house, Dean had hoped the flush on his skin had died down and his swollen lips had gone down to their normal - albeit still plump size. Unfortunately from the smirk on Gabriel's face as he opened the door and the matching sickened look on his brother's face, Dean hasn't been quite as subtle as he had first hoped.

"Dude you didn't." Sam spat out, his face scrunched up in disgust. To his credit Castiel blushed enough for the both of them, Dean couldn't bring himself to be embarrassed. In fact, the way he was feeling was the exact opposite of embarrassed, just ... Relaxed. He smirked to himself reminiscing about the journey over.

However his ponderings didn't go amiss, Gabriel's smirk was bigger than his own.

"Come on lover boys, no need standing out here freezing your still warm bollocks off." He said breezily, waving his hand nonchalantly, earning himself an elbow to the ribs from Sam who had one of his word famous bitch faces. Gabriel was obviously immune to them – Dean himself was also immune, after suffering years and years under Sam's many disapproving faces.

"Language Gabe. " Sam scolded. "Ava is going to pick it up; she has already got enough of your bad habits without having to add swearing to the mix."

Dean couldn't help but laugh, Sam was always the mother hen and it was no surprise to see him flapping over his family. If he were to be honest with himself – which he often tried to me – it was comforting to see Sam so settled, and he longed for a family like that himself. One day, one day quite soon he hoped he and Castiel would have to same thing. The fond look he saw dancing his fiancés eyes told him everything he needed to know about their would be family. They would have it someday - but not before the wedding.

Both Dean and Castiel followed their respective brothers and their daughter through the doorway and into the warm house, Dean himself was glad of it actually, the winter air was beginning to bite at his hands and he was thankful they had moved their pleasantries off the doorstep. When they were all inside and seated, (and just before Gabriel got bored and wandered off like the three year old he really was) Dean shifted in his seat and took a deep breathe, trying to school his face into a more calm expression.

"We have an announcement to make." He began, slightly nervously.

"Is Cassie pregnant?" Gabriel deadpanned, his face completely blank and serious, and then turning to his brother he suddenly looked stern. "I told you this would happen, what have I told you about using protection if you don't want a baby?" Sam just giggled at his boyfriends display, and tried hopelessly to muffle his laughter.

Unfortunately the squirming toddler in his arms had no problems squealing out her laughter.

"Cassie got baby?" She squealed, trying and succeeding to get out of her father's grip. When she was free she ran over to her uncle and placed her small chubby hands on his belly, much to the amusement of her parents.

"Baby?" she asked, her big, wide eyes staring up his face with childlike wonder and questioning.

"No Ava, no baby I'm afraid." He chuckled, trying to burst out into full blown laughter.

Even Dean couldn't help laughing at the scene in front of him, and the terrible joke Gabe had made. Ava was an adorable child and looked even cuter when her face was scrunched up with laughter, and when Castiel picked her up and turned her upside down she laughed even harder.

After they had all calmed down and stopped laughing, and Ava wasn't quite as hyper (all though she never did seem to stop squirming, Gabriel was obviously pumping her full of sugar – a fact he was sure Sam did not approve of) Dean tried to speak again, the constant interruptions weren't helping at all, only serving to make him more nervous than he originally was.

"Um well, what we came round for was-"

"Apart from seeing our lovely faces of course." Gabriel rudely interrupted yet again.

"Of course," Dean agreed, rolling his eyes. "Well we just wanted to say that we've set a date and you two are the best men." He rushed, his words coming out in one garbled mess, we was sure they understood what he said though, with the mildly shocked looks painted upon their faces. Sam was the first to answer.

"Best men? So Gabriel will be like the maid of honour?" Sam joked, elbowing his boyfriend as he did.

"That would suggest I am the woman in this relationship, I think it would be fairer to say Dean was the 'bitch' as it were." Castiel deadpanned, putting air quotes around the word bitch. Unbeknownst to Castiel his comment had made Dean blush. Sam tried not to snigger despite himself.

"Well I'm up for it Cassie, as long as I don't have to wear a dress that is." Gabriel answered, his ever present smirk never leaving his face.

"And me." Sam said. "The same about the dress thing. Obviously. I'm not wearing a dress for a bride to be that ugly." he continued with a wink.

"One final thing," Cas carried on, despite his fiancés scowls. "How do you feel about Ava being a bridesmaid?"

Both men agreed, and tried not to laugh as Ava looked around mildly confused about what the adults were talking about. Weddings were obviously not big on a toddlers priorities.