Dylan

by C.I.Gataki21

The Winchester's are given a fresh start free from hunting yet Castiel doesn't want to leave Dean, he asks his father for one thing before staying with Dean...a son. This little boy will turn their lives upside down but bring them together in the process. (Resumed.)

21. His Milestone Moments

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot, Dylan and the Dogs :) (Repost.)

Hello it's been far too long, I apologies a million times. I'm really crap at posting.

Its a longer chapter then usual, I'm sorry about that. I've been away for ages and now I'm throwing over 18000 words at you. But I wrote in sections when I had the time, so lost control over the word count.

I know I said I'm transitioning this story to Cas' view now, but there are still Dean's views on things as well. I just can't help myself. :)

To JulesCapulet, I loved your review, it was so interesting, I loved your thoughts however when I first thought of this story, I thought that Dean and Castiel wouldn't have had Dylan or created a life together, if there was even the smallest chance of the supernatural world coming back into their lives, so sorry to say there wouldn't be any supernatural stuff anymore.

Although there is something you said in your review that will happen, with a twist. ~.^ So keep your eyes peeled.

And there is another reviewer (I won't reveal a name.) who said something as well, that is also going to happen.

Your all great minds and we all think a like. I loved that about you lot.

I majorly apologies to everyone for my spelling mistakes, I try but I don't seem them all. Sorry for the ones I miss.

To all the readers, reviewers and those who fav. Thank you so much, for still sticking with this story.

In the fic you will find numbers, I used information on stuff and put it into the fic. So theses are the sources for what I wrote:

1)- See more at: .edu/pages/ethics-designer-babies#.dpuf

2) Monique and Scott Collins featured in time magazine in 1999- search Google.

3) news/choosing-your-babys-gender/

I know when you read that section it might be pushing it, but when I created this fic, I gave thought to how they would explain Dylan, but forgot about the fact he looks like both of them, so that went out the window. So I hope the explanation I went with wasn't too much of a push.

Also sorry about my long ramble.

Enjoy?

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His Milestone moments.

It seemed very busy, with lots of people bustling about, presumably going to and from classes, with all their bags and books.

All looking so young…

It made Castiel a little nervous.

Frowning he look around the campus again, watching all the students but paused when a hand rested on his arm. Looking towards the hand he smiled softly. "I know I'm probably just nervous."

The hand resting on his arm, gently started to pat as if to reassure and comfort.

"It's just from my time upstairs; I've seen how this experience can be very different for people. Sometimes it's good, for others it's bad, and for some it's neither good, nor bad." Castiel had to change a word or two since he was in public, but the other person understood what he was saying.

A hum was his reply.

"I find I don't want to have a bad experience, I would like a good one." But looking around he was suddenly becoming conscious of his age, everyone else seemed young. Probably moving on from High school and here he was just starting now, Castiel kept wondering if he would be in the same classes as some of these people.

That thought alone raised mixed feeling inside him, he wasn't self-conscious or anything like that, but if he was in with them…what would they talk about? He would be a decade, and a few years older, then most of them. Would they react well to him, or think it was weird an older guy was taking classes with them?

Would they make fun of him?

He frowned again going silent, wondering if this was such a good idea.

Dylan frowned at his Papa; he had been looking like that for a while now. He didn't like it, patting his Papa's arm again; he smiled widely hoping to make it better.

Castiel smiled at the sight of his son, but it was infused with nerves.

It wasn't as big as normal; Dylan raised both hand and tilted his head back knowing what would make it better completely.

He lifted his son higher and pressed a kiss to pursed lips, finding his smile becoming genuine, losing the nervousness from before. "Thank you." Keeping Dylan lifted slightly; letting little feet press into his thighs. "I can always just bring you, I'm sure I'd make friends fast that way."

Sam grinned at Dylan's laugh as he came to a stop before Castiel. "I'm sure you will be able to make friends on your own." Castiel had a way with people; he used to think in the beginning that it had to do with Castiel being an Angel. But as the years passed he came to the realisation, it was just a Castiel thing and nothing else.

He smiled up at the taller man as he turned Dylan around to face his Uncle, instead of trying to twist his head in an unnatural way. "Hi Sam."

"You ready?" He knew it was just a meet and greet but sometimes these thing made him nervous. So he was wondering if Cas was feeling nervous as well.

"Yes. Although I must admit, I'm feeling a little nervous." Castiel didn't think he would be feeling this nervous, he hadn't really felt anything but excitement at thought of starting college however sometimes the thought and experience, of the same thing, could be widely different.

Smiling at his nephew when little arm reached for him, Sam lifted Dylan from Castiel's grasp. "Hey little buddy." He pressed a kiss to Dylan's cheek, giving him a squeezing hug. "I missed you." He would never get old of saying that because he literally did miss his nephew when he wasn't around him.

Dylan wrapped both arms around his Uncle and started babbling, wanting his Uncle to know he missed him too.

Castiel lifted Dylan's baby bag from the bench as he stood and draped the strap across his chest. "I didn't realise how young everyone would be."

Sam adjusted Dylan to rest against the right side of his chest as he looked at Castiel, falling into step next to his brother in law as they started walking. "During these times, it's mainly the younger students, but your classes will be mostly late afternoons and some evenings. With people closer to our age."

Castiel nodded his head, finding those words brought a little bit of relief to him. "So the classes I plan to take are for older students?"

"Well yes and no, younger people can enter them but only in circumstances that don't allow form them to attend normal college hours." Sam pointed to the left, seeing the building they needed to be in for Cas's meeting. "These classes make it easier for people who have jobs and children to attend college."

"So I will likey meet other parents." That thought settled him, even if Castiel didn't go out and make friends, or really have any friends of his own. It was nice to know he would be around others like him, parents taking classes who weren't as young as most of the campus.

"Probably." He tugged Dylan's jacket down over his stomach. "This just informs us of the hours, what you will need and if any funding will be giving to you as well as any other support you may need." Sam smiled at other students passing by, before returning his eyes to Castiel. "I wouldn't worry about friends; you will make them in no time."

He smiled as they approached the doorway. "You think so?"

"Unlike Dean, you're social." Sam moved through the doorway, keeping it open with his hand as he entered first. "Speaking of my brother is he still picking us up?"

"Yeah, after he finishes work." Castiel found his thumb brushing against his wedding ring at the thought of Dean, a tender smile on his face. "He did try to get out of work early but one of the guys is ill." His husband did want to be here to support him, even if it was just an initial meet and greet, after enrolment.

Slowing his steps when they reached seats outside a door, Sam looked at the name written on the glass he came to a stop. "This is it."

Castiel looked up and down the hallway seeing it was mostly empty. "Do we just sit and wait?" Or did he have to notify someone he was here, like with most other appointments.

"Yep." He shifted Dylan to the left side of his chest as he intended to sit down, but the door opening made him straighten his frame again. Turning he looked to see a youngish looking woman stood in the doorway, blouse and suit jacket on, with dress pants to match, and her hair tied back, in a neat bun. From her appearance Sam guessed she was the person they came to see.

"Aren't you just the cutest."

Sam felt his eyebrows go up in surprise as he parted his mouth, thinking the woman was referring to him before they dropped when Dylan bounced slightly in his arms, realising the woman wasn't talking to him after all.

The woman felt her lips curve up as she looked at the man holding the baby.

That could have been so embarrassing, thankfully it wasn't….much. Coughing instead Sam decided to sweep past the moment. "Yes he is, this is my nephew Dylan." He reached up taking hold of a little wrist and waved it at the lady. "Say hi."

Dylan grinned widely showing his teeth, before bobbing in his Uncle's arms.

Castiel felt his smile grow at Dylan reaction, moving his eyes towards the woman, he held his hand out towards her. "Hello I'm Castiel Winchester." For some reason saying that out loud, send a thrill through him. He was still getting used to it and he hadn't had much chance to use it, so the fact he could right now, made him happy and when the lady said his name in return, he grinned proudly.

"Ahh yes, Mr Winchester." She shook the man's hand, finding herself pleasantly surprised by the hand shake. Most people just smiled and walked right in. "My name is Marina Renwick, please come in."

He followed after the lady in the room, seeing two chairs opposite a very full looking desk. Taking the chair on the right, he watched as Sam sank down into the left one; adjusting Dylan on his lap. At the sound of rustling papers he returned his eyes to Marina.

"Well as you know you've been accepted into the College and your course starts in a few days, so this is just a quick meeting to talk about your course and give you all the information you need. And to also see if there any additional support you require." Marina moved a stack of paper to the right, and grabbed the file to her left. "So shall we begin?"

Castiel nodded his head, finding the excitement he had before today returning.

-.-.-

Dean frowned at his phone, caught up in the reading of a certain article, to notice his husband and brother coming towards him. It was only the sound of a delighted squeal that made him look up and to his left. "Hey, Little Man." He closed the internet window on his phone, planning to come back to it later.

"What where you reading, I shouted you and you ignored me?" Sam was slightly curious as to what his brother could be reading (yes actually reading.) that would make him oblivious to his surroundings.

"Nothing." Like he was going to tell Sam, his brother had a big mouth to go with his big head, big hands, his big everything, and this was something he needed to sit on.

Castiel stepped into his husband when Dean stood up from the bench. "Hi." He rested both hands on Dean's hips as he leaned his head closer for a kiss.

"Hi." Dean grinned as he took the kiss, resting one hand on Cas's side and gave a light squeeze. "It went well then." His husband looked cute when he was excited.

"Yes, I have all my information. I start next Wednesday." Castiel felt a strange dip in his stomach at the thought, it was both scary and exciting.

He felt his smile grow, happy it was starting to come together for Cas. "Now all we need to do is teach you how to drive and get you a car." Dean pressed a kiss to Cas's lips when they curved up in a sexy grin, he remembered the night he used it as dirty talk. They would have to have another night to themselves soon.

Sam shifted Dylan, who was getting a little fussy. "Then he'll make friends in no time and our little Castiel will be all grown up." He could help but add the joke on the last part. Even if it did seem appropriate, Castiel was becoming fully accustomed to human life now.

Dean made a noise as if he was sniffing. "I'm so proud." Which he was proud, his husband was doing what he wanted too, soon enough their life together would settle into a routine that would become theirs. Dean just put this down to old age, but he loved the idea of their life together having a routine, or maybe it was just the idea of them, being them together.

"Here you go." He held his nephew towards his brother, since Dylan clearly wanted his Dad.

"My little man." He took Dylan from Sam and brought his son closer, giving him kisses. "Did you enjoy going to college with Papa?" In about another seventeen years, he would be going as well. Sam and Castiel weren't going to be the only Winchesters in their family who attended College, after graduating school.

They were simply the first two in a long line.

Castiel smiled shifting his eyes towards Sam as he spoke to his husband. "The lady complimented Dylan on how cute he was."

Sam looked at his brother in law, hoping, preying he didn't say anything more about it. Castiel had his back before, so now shouldn't be any different.

"Already picking up the ladies." He felt his heart swell with a little pride; his son really was going to be a heart stealer, unlike him who used to a heart breaker because you can return stolen things. However you can't fix broken things.

"Sam did think the lady was talking to him at one point."

Agh, damn. He looked towards Castiel; making a face, showing his disappointment at his brother in law, for telling Dean.

Castiel shrugged one shoulder at the look, feeling his smile grow wider. "Sorry but I had to say something, now as your brother in law. I must tease you about things. This was all part of becoming human, is it not?"

He opened his mouth to retort, "No, it's not." Teasing little brothers really wasn't part of becoming accustomed to human life; it was just part of being a mean big brother. "You supposed to have my back, man."

"Aww, did Sammy think the pretty lady liked him?" He was going to rip on his brother all night now. Smirking he clapped Sam on the side of his arm. "Don't worry, me and Dylan can give you pointers." He looked towards his son. "Right Dylan, we can help Uncle Sammy out, can't we?"

He felt his smirk widen, when Dylan started clapping excitedly.

"Ha, ha. You're so funny." He rolled his eyeballs at his brother's words, yet found a smile on his lips at Dylan's reaction. His nephew had no idea what they were on about, but his reaction was funny.

Castiel stepped between both men as they started walking, feeling quite happy and a tiny bit bad for teasing Sam. "I think if a woman was to compliment you, it would more about being handsome or good lucking, rather than cute."

Sam felt his lips curving up in a smile. "Thanks Cas." He patted his brother in law on the back, knowing the teasing was all good natured, plus it was nice Castiel was treating him like a little brother.

Their family was a family now, teasing and all.

-.-.-

Bobby shut his car door and walked up the garden path seeing Dean's neighbour stood on the front door step, arms crossed talking to some man. If he was being nosey, which he wasn't, he would say she almost looked annoyed.

He couldn't help but look as he continued up the path towards Dean's front door, and when her eyes turned to his, he almost looked away but she held her hand up flashing him a smile.

So he did the gentlemanly thing and smiled back, while nodding his head towards her.

The man sounded annoyed when he spoke however Bobby reached the front door and opened it, stepping inside, making him unable to hear what the man was really saying.

Dean turned to look at the front door. "Hey Gramps." He smirked at the older man as he said the word.

"Idjit." He smirked right back and took his jacket off, putting it in the closet to the right of the front door. "How's did Castiel appointment go?"

"Fine, he starts next Wednesday and Sam thought the Lady was hitting on him, when she was commenting on how cute my son was." He would boast about that all his life, the way everyone complimented his son…and he would probably rip on Sammy for the rest of his life as well.

Sam rolled his eyes, getting annoyed with Dean. So what he made a mistake and thought the nice lady was talking to him, the thing everyone should be focusing on in this whole embarrassing thing was the fact he thought she was hitting on him. Normally Sam wouldn't even think like that because he didn't have time, or it wasn't the right time in his life to even think about relationships, or women.

Yet he was slightly open now, starting to think about those things but instead of focusing on that, his brother chose to take the piss.

Wasn't his brother just a great guy?

Bobby hummed as he moved to sit on the couch. "About time." Honestly he wasn't trying to rush the boys into anything, however he wasn't getting any younger in life and he wanted both Dean and Sam to be sorted when his time was up. It was great that Dean was there, now all he had to do was get Sam on his way, so the flat hunting was the first step which they should do sometime soon, then after that maybe it was time to get Sammy on a few dates.

Get him back in the swing of things.

"I know right." There was a point in time, when Dean thought Sam had turned Asexual. Thankfully though his brother hadn't and although Sam knew how to do the 'tango', he wasn't sure if his brother knew how to date.

Sam looked at both men; they made it sound like he was the virgin Mary or something untouched. He knew how to date; admittedly his track record was bad, but at least he had one. "I will get there eventually."

"When? After I'm cold." He knew it wouldn't take that long, well he hoped it wouldn't.

Dean felt his lips curving up at Sam's retort.

"Yeah, I'll purposely wait."

Bobby was amused by Sam word's but decided to leave the subject alone. He would give it his full attention when the time was right. Until then he could wait. "I saw your neighbour on the doorstep; it looked like she was having an interesting conversation." He didn't know much about the boys' neighbours, or the living situation, which was a little strange, considering they had been living here for over eight months. "Do you even know their names?"

"No, I haven't got around the talking to them yet." He should, they did always wave when they saw him.

Sam looked at Bobby and wiggled his eyebrow. "Interesting people though. They have dubbed this the house of hotties."

"What?" He looked from Sam to Dean, seeing the same look come across Dean's face.

"Yep, we're all good looking. Sam's a tree they want to climb, I'm also a tree and a hottie and Cas is the cutie hottie." He found it amusing that the woman had dubbed them names, although while his husband was cute, he would have used the term sexy. Fuckable, downright fuckable. Insanely hot, and all his. Damn he was one lucky dude.

Bobby crossed his arms. "Well let's stick a sign around your neck saying 'I'm a tree, climb me' and we'll get you to knock on the neighbour's door."

Dean started laughing; only to start coughing in shock when he heard Castiel speak…he wanted to climb Sam?

"That's my tree, only I can climb." He didn't want to share his husband. He didn't know what they were talking about but he had heard Dean saying something about him being a tree and then Bobby saying what he did. Stepping off the stairs into the living room, he held a freshly bathed Dylan, who was in his pj's ready for bed.

Sam started laughing hard at the look on Dean's face, trying to speak but couldn't find the words. His brother's face looked so confused; this was so worth the teasing he took earlier.

Bobby grinned as he shook his head, looking at Castiel. "Wrong tree. We're on about Sam."

"Oh." Castiel felt his lips curving up in amusement as he looked at his husband. "Sorry though I thought we were talking about Dean."

Dean felt his face even out when Castiel sat next to him and draped his arm along the back of the couch, feeling his husband rest into his side.

"I heard your appointment went well." He grinned at his Grandson, when Dylan spotted him. He shouldn't get him all excited since he would be going to be soon but he couldn't stop himself, reaching out he chucked Dylan under the chin when Castiel sat down.

He smiled moving both hands to grab his Grandpa's hand and tugged on it before babbling, wanting his Grandpa to play with him.

Castiel hefted Dylan towards Bobby. "He needs his last bottle before bed."

"I'll go make it." Sam was feeling kind of hungry himself and Bobby was busy playing with Dylan. "Anybody want anything while I'm up?" He looked towards the others, seeing head shaking in decline of his offer.

Leaning back into Dean's side, Castiel looked at his husband, seeing the look on his face and pressed a kiss to the older man's cheek. "Sorry I thought they were talking about you."

He moved his forearm to rest over Castiel's shoulder and turned his head to look at his husband. "I know." Still the comment, even if it was a misunderstanding, took him by surprise.

Moving his lips to Dean's ear, he spoke in a hush tone. "You're the only tree I want to climb." Human's had strange ways of dirty talking, but Castiel found himself taking a liking to it.

A misunderstanding he could use to his advantage. Dean turned his face to look at his husband and brushed their lips, murmuring. "Soon?" Because he was down for that, or should it be up? Either way he was ready and willing.

Castiel pressed his lips to his husband's, not answering with words, instead he parted his lips to trace the tip of his tongue over Dean's bottom lip, before nipping it gently, only to suck on it a second later.

"Here you go." Sam twirled the bottle in his hand as he stepped back into the living room, moving towards the back of the couch to give Bobby the bottle.

This was insanely hot, even if it was just a kiss, with a little bit extra. The fact Castiel just did it, when there was someone else in the room, only added to the heady effect the kiss had given him. Dean watched as Castiel drew his face back and settled in next to him, a grin on his face.

Sam relaxed back in the chair, looking at the others, quirking a brow at the look on his brother's face, he was given Castiel that sexy grin. Yes, it was sad that Sam could tell what his brother's facial expression meant, the open road when they had been hunting, literally brought them closer than most other siblings would ever get.

It disturbed him greatly; he did not want to know when his brother was trying to get busy with Castiel. So he rolled up the wrapper to his chocolate bar and tossed it at Dean's head.

He frowned when something hit him on the head, turning he glared at his brother. "Hey."

"We should celebrate Cas starting his course." Sam spoke the words, thinking everyone would agree with the general idea of ordering in or going out to eat, however what Bobby said scared him.

Bobby paused in tickling Dylan to look at the younger man. "Good idea, we should have a meal at mine. I'll cook."

Dean felt his eyebrow go up; did he just hear that right? "You'll cook."

"Yeah. You heard me." He could cook, he just didn't do it very often however since this was a special occasion, so he was going to cook. "Sunday."

Castiel didn't know what the looks on Dean and Sam's faces were about but he was quite pleased. How nice of Bobby to cook a meal from him. "Thank you, that's sound nice."

Bobby nodded his head at Castiel's words. "No problem." At least someone seemed happy with his plans.

Sam frowned as he looked at the TV, hoping when Bobby said he would cook, he meant...order take out and dispose of the cartons. The last time Bobby had cooked from them had been years ago, and if Sam was remembering correctly, they were seriously ill for a few days after. Like stuck on the toilet kind of ill, as in the toilet was their sudden new best friend, that they couldn't live without.

Dean didn't want to die, but if he was going to he wanted to some action before he did. "Well you can have Dylan on Saturday night, and I will take Castiel driving. Then we'll take him home on Sunday after the dinner."

Bobby lifted Dylan towards him and gave his Grandson a kiss on the cheek. "I'm more than fine with that."

He looked at Castiel, seeing his look of surprise and grinned. "You had to learn sometime, so why not soon?" Who knows what could happen on Sunday with Bobby cooking.

Castiel raised his eyebrow. "In your car?" That was quiet a big thing, Sam had his own car because Dean's baby was precious to him, and no one really got to drive it but, Dean, himself.

"Yeah, I trust you." The only other person he trusted to drive with care when it came to his baby was Cas because his husband understood what his precious baby meant to him. Beside what was his, was Castiel's now they were married.

Castiel leant forward giving his husband a quick kiss.

He started his course next week, learning to drive this weekend, it seemed everything was happening all at once, but he was more than ready for it.

Well most things.

-.-.-

It had been playing on his mind over the last two days. At first it didn't seem so big, Sam assured him he would make friends but Castiel wasn't so sure.

In his years of watching over Humanity, he came to understand the bonds of friendship varied greatly for different people. But ultimately it was a bond of mutual affection between people.

What would his mutual affection with someone be?

He didn't think it would be the same thing as it was for him, Dean, Sam and Bobby. Hunting may have tied all them together and may have played a small part in starting the bonds of friendship, but if he explained that to a normal person…

…Well, they would think he was crazy and he had seen how that turned out. And if they did believe him, well then they were crazy and that wouldn't turn out very well either.

So that left his son however not everyone he would meet, would have children.

So maybe their dogs, Boomerang and Biscuit…but not everyone would be an animal lover.

So that left what?

Castiel had no idea.

He frowned at nothing as he tried to work out in his head the subject of friends, but all he seemed to be doing was confusing himself even more.

Dean drew the towel off his head and tossed it towards the wicker basket. Over the last few days it seemed Castiel was caught up in his own head, over something. "You ok?"

He was surprised by Dean's question, having been a little too caught up in his thoughts to notice the shower had switched off and his husband was back in the bedroom and ready for bed. As Dean climbed under the covers he turned his head and asked the question that was a confusing matter for him.

"How do you make friends?" Castiel moved his eyes from hazel green ones, up to Dean's eyebrow as it quirked.

"Friends," He didn't really know much on the topic, sure he had some in his life time, but he never any of importance. Most of the people he knew from the hunting world, where either his family, like Jo and Ellen, may they rest in peace. Or they were acquaintances and contacts, which he knew of, but didn't really know. "I suppose you talk with them and see what you have in common."

He had thought that earlier however he didn't have very much in common with someone. Their situation was solely unique. "But what would I have in common with someone? I haven't lived like a human before giving up my grace, and I don't think my situation is common."

He looked into captivating blue eyes, which had become his favourite colour. "What do you mean?"

"Well, most people don't know the world we came from. They not an Angel who gave up there grace and had a son, created by their Father." Castiel felt his frown deepen at the look on Dean's face.

Ok when he put it that way, he made it sound like he had nothing in common with anybody, ever. However he was looking at it wrong. "You're married and in a committed relationship, we have one child and two dogs." Dean was going on a leap here, but he was pretty sure they weren't the only ones like this. "I'm sure there are other people out there, just like us."

Castiel thought the words over, when Dean put it like that, it did sound kind of normal and probably a million people in the world had similar lifestyles. "I suppose, but what if no one in my class is in a committed relationship or married?"

He shrugged one shoulder. "I'm sure you will be able to find something to talk about. Being friends with people didn't always mean you have the same interests in everything." Dean rolled onto his side as spoke, hoping he would be able to alleviate Cas's fears however he wasn't the best person to be talking to about the subject of friends.

"What if I'm noticeably older than the rest of them?" He was never conscious of his age before, although now the thought that he was seemed to keep popping into his head.

Dean raised both eyebrows; the age thing had never bothered Cas before. He remained silent for a moment trying to work out how to address that question, maybe this was something Sam or Bobby—

That was it. "Your friends with Bobby right?" He looked at his husband, noticing the look on his face.

"Of course, I'd like to think that even though where family now, we are still friends." Castiel adjusted the cover over his lap, not sure where Dean was going with this.

"He's considerably older than us." A couple of decades but that didn't mean the man wasn't there friend, even if they were family as well. "Does that change the fact he's your friend? If you didn't know him, would the fact of his age stop you from talking to him and getting to know him?"

"No." Castiel didn't see age as an issue.

Dean nodded his head, knowing what his husband's answer was before he spoke out loud. "Precisely." He hoped his words would be working, by the look on Castiel's face thought, it seemed they weren't quiet as effective as he hoped.

So he couldn't really help on the matter of friends, however there was one thing he was great at. Even excelled at and that was his husband.

"Cas, I haven't had many friends in my life, the way others have. So I can't really tell you much about them, but you only have to be yourself. That much I know." Dean loved that quality about Castiel; at first he mistook it as an Angel thing. However, he had met other Angels and yeah, they weren't as nice.

Hell, they didn't even compare to Cas, on any level.

Dean soon worked out that it was a Castiel thing, one of the qualities that made his Angel, his Angel. And through all his time in the Hunting world, many, many things had developed soft spots for Cas. No one (and he meant no one, because even at one point Lucifer liked Cas.) would be able to resist being drawn to and being friends with Castiel. It was impossible not to be.

"If you started a conversation with anyone, I can guarantee in five minutes, you will have made a friend." Dean had no doubts his husband could do it, and just to make sure his husband believed in himself, he grinned widely. "I'm your proof."

Castiel found his lips curving up in a smile, as his frown disappeared from his face. While it wasn't words most other people could appreciate or even find helpful, it was words he could and did appreciate and find helpful. "Yeah." He did manage to win Dean over, of all people, so making friends couldn't be that hard.

His grin grew wider. "Definitely."

Leaning towards his husband, Castiel pressed a kiss to Dean's lips finding those words really did making him feel better about the subject. "Thanks Dean."

He threaded his fingers threw black hair, thumb brushing the edge of Castiel's jaw line. "Besides, if anybody's mean you to, me and Sam will just beat on them until their nice." Dean wasn't above high school tactics, plus he and Sam excelled at kicking ass and Cas was family. So they would have no problems doing it, if it needed to be done.

Castiel found himself laughing lightly as he pressed another kiss to Dean's lips. It was nice to know Dean was willing to beat people up for him, although he didn't think it would come to that. The fact his husband was being supportive and protective, along with the helpful proof, soothed his fears.

Talking to people couldn't be that hard right?

-.-.-

Dylan placed his hand over his Dada's lips, giggling when lips wrapped around his hand.

He pretended to eat his son's hand, working his way up his arm before reaching his face, where he pressed a load of kisses to Dylan's cheek.

Castiel unlocked the French doors and let the dogs in the garden, hearing soft voices from the next garden over. It seemed the neighbours were up at this early hour as well. "You should get to work or you'll be late."

"I know." He had too, didn't mean he wanted too. Some days Dean wanted to be able to take Dylan into work with him because some days he would rather stay and play, then go to work. Not that his work was bad, it was great in fact however it didn't compare to spending time with his son.

Dylan tipped his head back as he giggled, hands on his Dada's face, seeing his Papa coming closer. "Agh."

He smiled at the sound, knowing soon it would turn into a word. When Dylan stretched both arm over his head towards him, Castiel wrapped his fingers around his ribcage, slightly higher up from Dean's fingers and tugged his son towards him. "Say bye, bye Dada."

Dean held his hand up and waved at his son, they noticed lately Dylan had been handsy, starting to make gestures they didn't completely get yet. But either way it was progress and now they were trying to teach him signs they would understand. "Say bye."

Dylan lifted his hand towards his mouth, pressing a kiss to it before holding it out.

While it wasn't goodbye in the sense of a wave, Dean would take it. Leaning forward he pressed his lips to his son's hand. "Bye Little Man." When the little hand moved from his mouth, he lifted his head a fraction higher as Dylan leaned in to give him a kiss.

Castiel liked that Dylan was developing his own ways of communication, even if it took them a while to work out what he meant.

"Ugh." He patted his Dada's chin, before moving his hand towards his Papa and patted his cheek, wanting his Dada to give Papa a kiss too.

"I agree." He pressed his lips to Cas, wholeheartedly agreeing with his son about giving his husband a kiss.

Castiel smiled into the kiss, speaking as Dean drew back. "Have a good day at work."

"See you when I get back." He waved one last time at his son, getting no wave in response and shook his head as he passed through the kitchen.

Dylan looked at his Papa, wondering where his Dada went again. "Ugh?" He pointed at the doorway before looking at his Papa, wanting to know what work was.

"Gone to work, to fix cars." He nodded at his son, remembering the sound Dean, Sam and Bobby would make when playing cars with Dylan. "Gone to fix brumm, brumms." Castiel never understood why that noise was associated with toy cars, but Dylan started clapping at the sound.

He liked brumm, brumms. Playing with his toys was fun. Dylan dropped one hand to his Papa's shoulder and lifted one hand in the air, shaking it.

Castiel felt himself laughing as Dylan waved at him; he didn't do it when Dean was here but as soon as his husband left he started waving. Pressing a kiss to Dylan's cheek, he moved around the couch intending to play with a few toys however he heard barking coming from the garden. "Boomerang, Biscuit."

Moving towards the French doors, he leaned his head outside, expecting them to be barking at some insect they found, but they were both stood by the fence, close together. Stepping into the garden, he made his way towards them wondering what they were barking at, when he heard it.

It was knocking, and from the sound of it, it was coming from the bottom of the fence.

"Woof, woofs."

Castiel frowned at the words, the voice sounded soft and small. When Boomerang sniffed at the fence trying to find out where the noise was coming from the knocking came again, right where his nose had been pressed.

Biscuit started barking when Boomerang snorted, having his bro's back.

The voice came again, only more excited this time. "Woof."

Castiel adjusted Dylan in his arms and started his frame, trying to see over the edge of the fence, but it was quite tall. So instead he coughed to clear his throat. "Hello?"

"Woofs."

He gathered the child was in the garden, but no parent seemed to be around. "Erm excuse me?" Castiel waited a moment to see if any reply came, but none did. So instead he whistled at Boomerang and Biscuit, when both dogs looked at him, he cocked his head towards the house, giving a soft command. "In."

Boomerang and Biscuit moved away from the fence, he smiled at the fact both dogs followed his command, it seemed Dean's efforts to train them had been paying off. Just as Boomerang stepped through the French doors and into the house, the knocking on the fence came again.

Biscuit passed halfway and looked back at the fence, he wanted to bark but his master wanted him to go in…what did he do?

Defend the perimeter or listen to his master?

"Biscuit, in." Castiel stood by the door, cocking his head wanting his dog to go in, but the puppy stood paused.

The knocking came again, with the same word. "Woof, woof."

Biscuit turned back towards the fence, ready to defend the perimeter and started barking.

Castiel saw his fur change along his back as Biscuit's hackles rose. "No, in now." He moved away from the doorway to coral the dog inside when another voice could be heard.

"What have I told you about doing that? It's naughty and you don't do it, leave the dogs alone."

"But woofs. I want to see." The voice started to get whiny, like the child was going to cry.

Castiel stood frozen in his garden, not sure what to do. Should he say something to the neighbour or just get Biscuit to go in?

Dylan looked at his Papa wondering what they were doing. He looked down at Biscuit and smiled, waving him arm as he kicked his leg. "Agh." He wanted to go down and play with his friend.

He adjusted Dylan in his arm, not wanting him to start fussing. When the voice came again.

"You can see them another time; now stop knocking on the fence."

Castiel knew the woman was just saying it to try and stop the child from crying, and didn't mean anything by it however Dean's words from the other night about talking to someone came into his head. Maybe this was his chance to talk to them, they had been neighbours for a while now, yet neither he nor Dean had spoken to the neighbour in all that time.

Just friendly smiles and waves.

Looking towards Dylan, he saw his son trying to reach for Biscuit and looked back at the fence taking a step closer. He coughed softly to clear his throat, feeling slightly nervous as he spoke. "Hello?"

He didn't have to wait long to get a reply.

"Sorry about the knocking, she just really likes animals and she learnt that dogs go woof. I hope she didn't antagonise them too much." The voice sounded apologetic and warm at the same time.

"It's alright." Castiel frowned at the wood panels trying to work out what to say next. It seemed like the child sounded young but was older enough to know what a dog was. "She sounds very smart." He closed his eyes after sounding, finding his choice of words sounded kind of lame.

"She is, three and started to string together sentences, be it not very structured ones. But progress is progress I guess."

Castiel found his lips curving up in a smile. "Mine can't talk yet, although he is making sounds."

A laugh sounded over the fence. "How old is he?"

"He turned one the other month." He smiled at his son, sweeping a hand over his hair.

"Enjoy it while it lasts, trust me. When they learn to talk, you missed the days they couldn't."

He didn't seem to think so. "I look forward to the day he starts talking."

"New parent?"

He felt his eyebrows go up. "Yeah."

"Ah, trust me after you have your second, or they reach that age where they start talking back. You will miss the days they couldn't. My other daughter just turned eleven and she has recently learned how to slam a door and get lippy with me."

Castiel didn't know she had two, he had only seen the littlest one. "I think between me and his father, we will be able to handle him." He and Dean had dealt with a lot, so their son shouldn't be that hard to handle.

"Woof, woofs, can I see?"

"Not right now honey."

Castiel looked down at Biscuit, when paws pressed to his leg. His dog was trying and failing to reach Dylan's hand. This seemed to be going well, maybe he should invite her over for tea or coffee, that's how things progressed didn't it?

"Sorry we haven't spoken to you sooner, we were still getting settled in. But if maybe you would like to come over for tea or coffee sometime, me and Dean would love that."

"It's ok, I understand moving's a big thing and a new baby can be a handful. And I would love to come over sometime, you just let me know when's good for you."

Castiel nodded at the fence, realising she couldn't see him. He spoke again, "Well, I'm free today and Dean's free Saturday. So either's fine."

There was a pause in conversation, which had his frown coming back. Had he said something wrong, did he move to fast? Or was she just trying to be polite and he didn't catch it.

"I can't Saturday, Molly had a swimming lesson…but I could do today, I will have Mya with me thought if that's ok?

Castiel smiled in relief. "That's fine and I'm sure she would be happy to see the dogs."

"Alright then, I have some cakes I made the other day. I'll bring them over with me."

Castiel nodded. "Are you coming now or a little later?"

"I can do now, if that's ok?"

"Yes, that's fine."

"Right see you in a minute."

Castiel stepped back from the fence, feeling pleased with how things were going. "Ok."

Entering the house, he paused wondering if he should put Dylan in his play pen, while he made the tea or coffee…or should he wait until she was here. He didn't know which one he should do, it wasn't until a knock sounded on the door, he realised he'd been thinking about it too long.

Castiel walked towards the front door and opened it, to see his neighbour stood on the other side and in her arms was a girl, helping to hold a tray with cakes on it. He gathered the little girl was Mya and her mother was…It only was only then it occurred to him, that he never once asked her name. "Sorry I didn't ask your name?"

"I'm Sandra." The woman smiled, moving her eyes to Dylan when he reached for a cake.

"I'm Castiel and this is Dylan." He gentle wrapped his fingers around Dylan's wrist, stopping him from leaning forward for the cakes.

Mya used her right hand to tap her Mother's shoulder, looking at the floor as she talked excitedly. "Woof, woofs."

Sandra nodded at her daughter. "Yes dogs."

Castiel stepped back from the doorway. "Come in, please." He held the door open as the neighbour stepped inside, feeling really proud that he followed Dean's advice and talked to someone.

If this was the result, maybe making friends in college wouldn't be that bad, after all.

-.-.-

Dean entered the kitchen, through the connecting garage door, expecting to be greeted by the dogs, it was a welcoming home he had become used to….however he was not used to something small barrelling into his legs.

Looking down he took in a head of bright blonde hair and the face of what Dean guessed, to be a four year old?

The little boy's lip wobbled as he looked up at Dean.

The idea that he could have entered the wrong house went through his head for a moment before he saw Boomerang came running into the kitchen. His dog came towards him, stepping around the boy to jump at his leg.

Dean slowly lowered one hand to pat his dog's head, eyes locked with the little boy's, in some strange staring contest. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he decided to be brave….he faced demon, even the devil himself. Children couldn't be that hard, could they?

"Hello, I'm Dean."

"I'm Max." The boy still hadn't moved from his position, of standing in front of him.

He nodded his head at the information as a million different questions where going through his head. Why was this boy in his house? How did he get in his house?

Where were his husband and son?

What the hell was going on?

Dean felt slightly sacred as the little girl came to a stop beside the boy, he felt cornered in (what he was pretty sure was) his own kitchen.

"Erm," He looked at the children who stared at him back, having no idea what to do. Normally he didn't like children because he didn't know how to interact with them, with the exception of his son, who is the greatest baby ever.

Maybe he should just back out the door he came in and go visit Bobby, or maybe call Sam for back up, slowly he slid his hand into his front jean pocket, preparing to reach for his phone and send an S.M.S. to Sam, then Bobby.

Save My Soul!

Send Me Sammy!

If he sent both, Bobby and Sam would be aware of how bad the situation was.

Only to pause when Max, the boy, asked a question.

"Can I have a biscuit, please?"

He looked at the cookie jar on the island, before nodding. "Sure." Slowly he side stepped around them, towards the kitchen island and used both hands to grab the cookie jar and pull the lid off. When they came closer to him, he lowered the jar towards them. "There you go."

The boy grabbed two biscuits and handed one towards the girl. "Thank you."

Dean nodded his head as they both turned around and started back towards his living room. He waited till they cleared the doorway before he reached for his phone, yanking it from his pocket. "What the hell is going on Boomerang?" He looked towards his dog as he unlocked his phone, ready to send Sammy and Bobby an S.M.S

When the sound of laughter could be heard from the living room as he pulled up his contacts, he kept his thumb paused over his brother's number and edged his way to the door and looked through. He relaxed seeing Castiel's face, but wondered who the other three where.

The chairs of the dining table, where sat in the space between the couch and patio doors, arranged in a semi-circle. Which to him was strange, what was wrong with his table or couch?

Stepping into the room, Dean slowly lowered his phone, sliding it back into his pocket. As he stepped closer to the group of chairs, he saw Dylan's toys on the floor, as if they'd been played with. However his son didn't look that happy, sat on his husband's lap.

"Hey little man."

Castiel felt his eyebrows go up in surprise and turned his head to look towards his husband. "Sorry I didn't hear you come home." He smiled at the quirk to Dean's lips, and felt his grow when Dylan lifted his head from his shoulder at the sound of Dean's voice.

His Dada was back, yay! Now those other people would leave his dogs alone. Dylan twisted his chest and lifted both arm up wanting his Dada to make things better.

Dean extended both arms out, hands sliding under Dylan's arms, when he got close enough. Lifting his son towards him and pressed kisses to his son's cheek. "Did you miss me?" He wasn't trying to be rude by not greeting there guest, but his son came first and Dylan didn't look happy.

He placed his hands on his Dada face, wanting to tell him everything about how the small one of those people, wouldn't leave his dogs alone.

"Yeah?" Dean had no idea what he was talking about, but when his son pointed towards the open patio doors, that lead to the back garden, he kind of guessed what this was about. His son had never been around other children, or babies for that matter. So he gathered Dylan didn't like the other kids. "Don't worry about it. Daddy's home."

See, his Dada understood. Dylan smiled, bouncing slightly before moving his hands to rest on his Dada's cheek and gave him a kiss.

Castiel smiled at the sight, glad to see Dylan a bit happier. Since the neighbours came, he gradually became sullen. He was pretty sure it had to do with the way Mya kept chasing the dogs, normally Dylan didn't share his friends, with anyone.

Dean kissed his son back, before stepping towards Castiel and lowering his son back down. "Hey." He moved his face closer to his husband's face, giving him a quick kiss, before pulling back to look at the woman.

"These are our neighbours." Castiel held Dylan upright, letting his son stand on his thighs, as he explained the presence of the three women.

Oh right, so this was the group that dubbed Sammy, a tree they'd like to climb. He looked over the three women wondering who said that exactly, one he recognised as the neighbour next door, before looking at the other two, holding up his hand in a small greeting. "Hey, I'm Dean."

The woman all smiled back, giving a friendly wave in return, before the woman with red hair spoke. "I'm Sandra," The woman turned her head before pointing at the little girl. "And that's Mya, where your neighbours, next door."

Dean nodded his head at her words. "Nice to finally meet you."

"Same here." Sandra held her hand towards the women sat next to her. "This is Paige," The woman with Brown hair smiled and nodded at him, not saying much as the introductions continued. "And that is Anna, and the little boy is her son Max." The blonde woman smiled as well.

He nodded his head at each woman, starting to shed his jacket and his mechanics work shirt, until he was in his t-shirt. "Don't mind me. I'll get out the way soon."

Anna waved her hand, unable to stop herself from interjecting. "Don't rush out on our account. We've been talking Castiel's ear off for hours about ourselves. We only just got around to Castiel's himself." And now his other half was here, they could finally get to know the Winchesters.

Dean moved towards the table and dropped his jacket to rest on the top, intending to take Dylan and go upstairs, but since Anna put it like that, he might as well stay. Explaining their story to normal people would be tricky at best but luckily, they had done this before…

Well he had done this before at work.

After this conversation though, Castiel would know how to spin their story to normal people as well.

Grabbing a chair from the dining table, he placed it next to Castiel's and stepped around it, before sinking down into, draping his arm along the back of his husband's chair. Once he was comfortable, with a smile on his face he decided to get the conversation ball rolling, by saying, "Well then, ask away?"

Paige smiled shyly, not quite as bold as her friends however Sandra didn't have that problem.

"How did you meet?" Sandra asked the question straight away, it was always the one to start the conversation off and everybody loved hearing a sweet love story.

Castiel raised one eyebrow, mouth slightly open wondering what he could say. He couldn't tell her actually how they met, they would think he was mad and try and leave, very quickly. Which he didn't want, he hope to build friendships with these women, not scare them away however he didn't know what to say, but it seemed Dean did.

"Bounty hunting." It was a half-truth, even if it wasn't people they were hunting, it was still hunting and it explained (Very, very loosely. If you didn't look too hard at it) why they had so many weapons, plus why they had been all over America. "I met him on a case, I was working with my brother and Castiel helped us solve it." The women's interest was piqued at his words, if their facial expression where anything to go by. "After that we just kept crossing paths with each other, as if we were meant to be, but I couldn't seem to shake him."

Anna found herself amused by those words. "As in you tried?"

He shrugged his left shoulder, while moving his right set of fingers to brush his husband's shoulder. "Not intentionally, but the life me and my brother used to live, was for certain kind of people and we had a bad childhood, so I didn't trust easy."

Castiel felt his brows draw together remembering those times, it seemed like a lifetime ago because things where so different now. And when Dylan lifted his face to look at him, his frown relaxed as he was reminded of how they changed for the better.

Paige crossed one leg over the other, feeling bad at those words. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's fine now but back then I was heading down a dark path, that I probably wasn't going to come back from however he walked into my life." Dean felt his smile turn knowing as he spoke, "Like some kind of saving grace and everything changed."

Castiel hid his smile into Dylan's hair as his husband continued to speak, if only they knew.

"Slowly things started to change for the better and then, after we finally finished one case that was causing us a lot of trouble, me and my brother stopped hunting for good." If only they really knew what that case was but what came next (Involving a baby, God and a former Angel.) would have rendered them speechless.

"Then Dylan came along, so it was time to settled down and be a family." Dean moved his hand to rest on Cas's nape, feeling warm skin under his palm. "So I bought the house with a little help from Bobby, changed my job and finally decided to be a man and ask Cas to marry me." Well that was the short version but it was more or less the same. He just edited out the bit about him pulling his head out his own arse, finally seeing Cas as something more than a friend and finally admitting that he loves him.

Castiel adjusted Dylan to sit on his lap, turning his head to look at his husband.

Dean squeezed Cas's nape, sharing the soft look before dropping his eyes to his son. "Since then, we've been enjoying being parents." He lifted his free hand to brush over his son's hair.

Anna managed to supress the 'aww' sound she wanted to make, their story sounded so sweet. "Newlyweds too?" She saw the wedding bands on their fingers, but they seemed to have that glow the first year of marriage brought.

"Yep, by a couple of months." He hadn't asked Castiel which date they wanted to go by, the one on the marriage certificate, or the date when he asked his husband to marry him; the day he gave Castiel the ring he deserved. Personally Dean wanted it to be the date he asked, but he needed to talk to Cas first, so afar as others were concerned it was just a couple of months into marriage.

Castiel passed Dylan towards Dean when their son reached for him and elaborated on their story. "We pretty much had Dylan at the same time." Even if there was only one official wedding date to go by, there was still two. The night he got his ring being the second, but either date they went by they had Dylan for both.

Paige tiled her head at the sight of Dylan next to his father, when she first saw him, she thought he favoured Castiel, but now he was next to Dean…he looked like him as well. Which was fascinating and strange at the same time? When she saw Cas and Dylan together, she thought he was the biological father however now it looked like Dean might be. "Can I ask a question, and you don't have to answer if it's too personal."

Dean paused in playing with his son to look at Paige. "Sure." He wondered what kind of question she was going to ask, if she asked a question, to see if she could ask a question.

"How did Dylan come about?" Paige tried to word it in a very polite way.

Sandra ohh because she noticed the same thing, at first she thought he looked like Castiel, but now Dean came home, Dylan looked like him. And she didn't think that was possible, was it? She wasn't exactly well versed on the world that centred on not being able to have and carry your own child. "I was thinking the same thing; he looks like both of you."

Castiel froze for a moment he hadn't even though of how to explain Dylan to other people. Of course he would say that both he and Dean where Dylan's fathers, but he never gave thought to actually trying to explain how Dylan came to be.

It would be hard to say Dylan was only Dean's or only his, when their son clearly looked like both of them.

"We used a donated egg and sperm from both of us." Dean hadn't used this before, but since he had been reading up on a few things that he needed to research, he found a way to explain Dylan as best as he could. "It's some new, very advanced way, to use both sperm in the egg that basically made him both of ours."

He knew it was a very far stretch, but it was either this explanation or the best he could come up with, was one of them used to be a woman and got a sex change. Which only added to the complexity of their already hard to explain story, and personally Dean didn't want to say one of them used to be a woman, they were both men and he was proud of that.

Castiel didn't know how to react to those words; he had no idea what kind of explanation that was. Was that even possible?

Dean tried for an easy smile but he wasn't sure if he was successful. "Scientists can do all crazy kind of amazing things, these days."

Sandra glanced at Paige, feeling a little confused she'd never heard that before. Glancing at Anna she wondered if she had.

"Well I've never heard of that method before, but I have heard of Designer babies." Anna wasn't uncommon to that world; she had her own son via surrogacy because she struggled to carry herself. And after all the uproar over the designer babies' kind of thing, she knew a bit.

Castiel frowned at her. "What is that?"

Anna shook her head, forgetting some people had never heard of designer babies before. (1) "A designer baby is a baby genetically engineered in vitro for specially selected traits, which can vary from lowered disease-risk to gender selection." She shifted on her chair slightly as she faced more towards Castiel with her explanation.

"As far as I know some parents can now predetermine their baby's sex with great accuracy due to genetic testing techniques, but it's pricey and not done very much." Anna nodded her head as she looked at her friends, then back to Castiel and Dean. (2) "The only public case I remembering reading about was a couple in 1999, who finally got the daughter they wanted."

"Doctors at the Genetics and IVF Institute in Fairfax, Va., have developed the technology to select the gender of a child before conception by sorting and separating male and female sperm." (3) Anna leaned back in her chair, glancing at her friends again, seeing them nod. She had spoken to them about this before because they supported her in her struggles to have her own child.

"I suppose since it's more than a decade on, there would be newly developed ways to have children, that are at the forefront of new techniques to have your own child. There was just that article about the first few babies born from successfully transplanted wombs." Anna finished talking with a smile, looking from Castiel to Dean.

Damn, Dean had read up on a few things, but he didn't think his explanation could actually pass for a semi-believable explanation. But hey, never look a gift horse in the mouth, right. So he nodded his head as well.

Sandra looked back towards the couple and their son, feeling slightly wowed. "That must have cost a lot of money." Like a lot, a lot, of money. "And was that done in America?"

"No, abroad." He had no idea what other countries offered stuff like this, but he knew America certainly didn't. Plus they bought his first part of the explanation, so hopefully they wouldn't question this part. And just to make sure, he quickly followed it up. "It was a gift from Castiel's father, before he left us."

Castiel saw the looks on their faces; they had mistaken Dean's words for meaning his father had died, which wasn't true at all. His father was very much alive and everywhere but he couldn't tell them that his father was actually God, so he just nodded as well. "He was a great father, and I miss him very much."

Dean supressed his smile at those words, finding the fact his husband was helping him sell their fake story amusing and comforting, his husband had his back, no matter the situation or crazy conversation.

"Aww I'm so sorry, I couldn't image my life without my parents." Sandra loved her family get togethers, loved seeing her parents every Sunday.

Castiel smiled softly. "I'm slowly adjusting. Dean and Dylan help a lot." Actually they both helped him far more than people knew or give thought too. Looking at Dean he watched his husband cuddle their son to his chest as the conversation moved on to other topics, finding himself smiling at his own thoughts.

In the beginning this may have been about him wanting to be with Dean, about giving his husband what he wanted however in the process he found himself and earlier when Dean said he saved his life, that was the truth but it was only half of it.

The other half of it was; Dean had saved him, just as much as he saved Dean.

-.-.-

He gently laid Dylan down in his crib, hand soothing down his son's back. "Night little man." Dean extended his left arm towards the bottom of the crib and grabbed Mr Roar, bringing it to rest by Dylan's side. Stepping back from the crib he moved out the door, gently pulling it too before heading back down stairs, seeing his dogs laid on their beds, fast asleep.

The poor little things, didn't know what hit them when Mya came over. The girl was obsessed, chasing Boomerang and Biscuit all over the place, only letting up when she started to get tired.

Castiel shut the front door, after watching the neighbours leave and turned to look at Dean, feeling slightly proud. He had talked to people, made a start at conversation and it didn't turn out to be bad as he thought it would. "Thanks." He started towards Dean as he spoke, lifting both hands to rest on his husband's shoulders, before sliding his arms around as he kissed him.

It seemed his husband had decided to take his advice, if you could call being yourself advice, which Dean didn't think you could but if these kisses where the reward, who was he to disagree. "You're welcome."

He grinned into their kisses. "Well done on your story telling. It was very good."

Dean smirked sliding his hand to rest in the back of Cas's jean pockets. "I have a good muse and it was pretty good wasn't it?"

"Yeah, enough to make me fall into love with it." Castiel pressed closer to his husband, lifting his legs when Dean grabbed the back of his thighs.

He stole another kiss for Castiel as he shifted his hand to cup the back of his husband's thighs, lifting him until legs fastened around his waist and slowly walked around the normal end of the couch, to sink down into the cushion, taking another kiss as he spoke. "Good enough to deserve some brownie points?"

Dean was always looking for a way to score more brownie points, and he was always looking for time to get down and dirty with his husband….and right now seemed like a perfect opportunity for both!

Castiel shifted his knees wider a fraction, so he could settle more firmly on Dean's lap. "Maybe," He grinned as he spoke, moving his fingers to thread through dark blonde hair, feeling hands slide up from the back of his thighs. "Depends on what you have in mind."

What he had in mind. What didn't he have in mind would be the better question.

He loved that they made love; it was one of his favourite things, even if he and Cas hadn't done much else however there were so many things Dean wanted to try with Castiel, do with Castiel, hell do to Castiel, that didn't have much to do with love.

But everything to do with passion.

Now Dean was stuck in a dilemma, he had so many ideas in mind that where all great, which also made it difficult to choose just one. What did he do? Which one would he choose?!

He pulled his face back slightly when his husband remained silent seeing the look on Dean's face, it was like he was trying to think of one thing they could do, but was having difficulty choosing.

When Castiel asked the question he didn't actually mean they only had to do one thing, he kind of meant which thing they were doing. Love making, which they had done and he loved doing with Dean, or the passionate side, like when his husband pinned him against the nursery wall and took what he wanted.

Castiel was kind of leaning towards the more passionate side and less the love making side, he actually had an idea in mind that he had wanted to do for a while, but hesitated because he never knew when would be the right time.

However now seemed like a good time and he was feeling confident.

To get Dean back in the mood and out of his head, he slid his hands from dark blonde hair, sweeping them down to rest on Dean's shoulders, pushing his chest back as he moved one knee to rest between his husband's parted legs. "I have something in mind."

Dean felt one eyebrow go up as hands dropped to rest by his thighs, when Castiel shifted on his lap. He opened his mouth about to ask what it was, when lips pressed to his as hands moved down his chest, to grab the hem of his t-shirt.

"I've wanted to try it for a while." He shifted bare feet to the floor, and started to push Dean's t-shirt up with his right hand, revealing tanned skin underneath and trailed his left set of fingers along the contours of muscle.

He looked down wanting to see what Cas was looking at, but when he dropped his eyes, he became side tracked by the path Castiel's fingers where taking and the way they kept tracing along the edge of his jeans. "Really?" He swallowed as he spoke, finding his cock becoming fully hard as a certain thought came into his mind as too what Castiel wanted to do.

And if it was, he was all for it.

Castiel smirked as he lifted his head to press another kiss to his husband's lips, speaking in a husky tone, hoping he got the wording right. "I want you in my mouth." He had wanted to for a while now, and when Dean groan an eager 'yes', he felt a little more embolden.

Dear G— Yes, just yes.

Dean couldn't stop the mental plea as he watched Cas slide down between his legs, as hands spread his thighs wider before fingers moved to unfasten his jeans. Normally when it came to Cas and sex, he wouldn't sit looking dumb founded and half struck however his husband being this bold, was so fucking hot that it did render him dumb founded.

Once he had the button free and the zip undone, Castiel curled his fingers in the band of Dean's boxers and lifted it, freeing his husband's cock. Lifting his eyes up to look at hazel green ones when hips lifted slightly, helping him to tug the denim further down, so it wasn't bunched up, before dropping his eyes back down to look at his husband's cock.

Dean didn't think Castiel knew he rolled his bottom lip in slightly, letting his teeth sink into it for a moment before releasing it. But fuck the sight of it made him groan and caused his fingers to twitch, where they lay on the cushion, besides his thighs. He wanted to move them, to thread in dark hair however he kept them by his side.

Releasing the material Castiel moved his left hand to rest on Dean's hip, feeling hot skin under his palm as he slid his right set to wrap around his husband's cock, thumb sliding along the underside, right up to the tip, where he traced over the head.

He felt his fingers twitch again as he watched Castiel lick his lips once more, swallowing as Cas stroked him a few times before lowering his head towards his cock. And when warm breath caressed the head of his cock, he sank his teeth into his bottom lip, feeling his body go tense in anticipation.

Castiel had no experience doing this and before that may have made him hesitate, but now it didn't matter, the noises Dean kept making when he wasn't doing much, made him feeling good, as if he wasn't inexperienced. Squeezing Dean's cock, he gave it one more stroke before wrapping his lips around the tip.

Dean gave a strained groan; that was not close to a whimper, not at all.

He moved the tip of his tongue to swirl around the head, before moving it to dip in the slit, only to ease his tongue back as he sucked lightly. When a groan came he opened his eyes, not knowing when he closed them and looked up seeing Dean watching him, causing a hot sensation to start pooling in his lower stomach.

Shit, he couldn't resist any longer. Lifting his right hand from beside his thigh he moved his fingers to rest on the side of Cas's face and moved his thumb to trace over his husband's top lip, where it was wrapped around him.

Castiel felt that hot sensation growing hotter at Dean's actions and gave a soft groan, as he slid his mouth further down, taking a few more inches. Keeping his mouth open and continued to suck, a little harder, feeling fingers slid into his hair causing a shiver to go down his back.

He threaded his fingers into black hair rubbing at the scalp, wanting to close his eyes at the pleasure but the sight of Castiel, with those lips wrapped around his cock was heady and captivating. "Fuck, Cas." He tightened fingers in dark hair, tugging gently.

He moaned, finding he liked the sensation of Dean pulling on his hair and drew his mouth back up to again swirl his tongue around the head, flicking his tongue over slit, before easing it lower, intending to run it as far down the underside as he could, but drew his mouth back when Dean's hips jerked a fraction.

"Sorry." He spoke the word in a gravelly voice, moving his thumb to run over Cas's cheekbone. "Felt good."

Castiel moved his fingers to wipe at his chin, feeling a little bit of saliva on it. Slightly confused by what Dean meant, he thought it was all enjoyable.

He noticed the slightly frown, and grinned as he licked his lips. "The spot just under the head, it's sensitive and feels really good when you rub your tongue over it."

Oh, that was helpful information. Castiel ran his thumb along the upside, watching Dean's face as he started rubbing in small circles, trying to work out where the spot, his husband was talking about, was. When Dean drew in air, he smiled as he found the spot and slid his mouth back around the tip of his husband's cock, and over his thumb, before easing his thumb back and pressing his tongue to the spot where his thumb was.

Dean groaned as he spread his fingers wide over Castiel's scalp before scraping his nails gently along, as he drew his fingers back together to gently tug on black hair.

Castiel moaned sucking hard on the head, before sliding his mouth back down, take the same amount of length as he took before, only this time he squeezed the base of Dean's cock, before moving his fingers up towards his lips. Then slowly slid his hand back down, while sliding his mouth up.

Damn, he felt his balls draw tight as Castiel started bobbing his head. "Fuck you look so hot." Dean groaned the words watching lips slide further down his cock.

Casting his eyes up, he drew his head back up and swirled his tongue around the head, groaning at the taste of pre-cum and felt his cheek heat at the words and tone of Dean's voice when he spoke.

He managed to keep his hips still as Castiel sped up his pace slightly and re-carded his fingers through black hair, pulling gently at different spots. Even thought this was Castiel's first time, Dean felt himself getting close. "Cas, ease up."

The words had him drawing his head back, wondering why Dean was telling him to ease up. "What?"

"I'm close." He loved the idea of cumming in his husband's mouth, and also the idea of coming on his face but he knew it was Cas's first time and it might be a little too much for him.

He moved his tongue over his bottom lip tasting pre-cum and saw more easing from the tip. "I…" Castiel didn't know why but he found his cheek growing hotter, "…want to know what you taste like." He wanted his husband to cum in his mouth; he found the idea to be very arousing.

Dean tipped his head back, making another groaned that was not a strangled whimper. Trying very hard not to cum at those words and lifting his head, nodding as he spoke. "Yeah, I want that too." He defiantly wanted that as well.

He saw more pre-cum easing from the tip. Leaning forward he ran his tongue up the underside before swirling around the head catching the beads with his tongue, when fingers tugged on his hair he slid his mouth fully around Dean's cock.

Dean moved his fingertips to run over Castiel's cheek, finding the curve of his jaw, feeling it work as he sucked, pulling up only to sink back down. The alternation between sucking, bobbing and Cas's using his tongue, along with his hand was making it hard for him to keep his hips still, he really wanted to rock forward into Cas's mouth, watching his husband take more but held back

Castiel sucked as hard as he could hearing Dean groaned again and squeezed the part of Dean's cock that he didn't have in his mouth, feeling fingers tugging on his hair harder than before. Easing his mouth up, he rang his tongue up the underside slowly to rub on the spot just below the head before swirling it around the head.

Dean groaned as Castiel sucked on his cock, the rhythm Castiel had going, along with sucking hard then soft around the tip, and the squeezing strokes, was proving to be very effective. His balls where drawing tight, he could feel himself getting closer to his limit, making him unable to stop himself from rocking his hips a few times, trying not to go to hard, but found his grip in Cas' hair tightening.

He found himself surprised when Dean's hips jerked sharply before feeling his husband's come inside of his mouth; he swallowed as he drew his mouth away after a few seconds. Only to feel his surprise grow when as he drew away, Dean was still coming.

The sight of his cum over Castiel's lips made his cock jerk as the last of his orgasm passed through him. Relaxing his arms, he let his hands slid from Castiel's hair and felt one corner of his mouth kick up, as he spoke. "That's a good look on you."

Castiel looked into hazel green eyes gone dark, finding the taste in his mouth not unpleasant, even if he was unsure what to do about some of it being on his face. Did he wipe it off with his hand, or would that offended Dean, better yet….it wouldn't be sexy would it. He didn't really want to ruin the mood they set, so he just continued to look at his husband and parted his lips licking off what was on them.

Fuck, if that sight didn't almost make Dean hard again. But he wasn't as young as he used to be however that didn't mean he couldn't give his husband pleasure in other ways. Leaning forward he grasped Cas's chin and brung his face closer, keeping his eyes lock with blue ones.

He had no idea what Dean was going to do, when he started to lean in he thought his husband wanted a kiss and he pursed his lips ready to give him one, but felt his breath catch in his chest when Dean didn't kiss him. Castiel felt his arousal grow when his husband's tongue traced over his skin, he had never given thought to what Dean was doing but now his husband was doing it, Castiel found he liked it.

It was so explicit, and dirty.

Dean knew most people wouldn't be into this kind of thing, tasting their own cum, licking it off their partner's bodies, but he wanted to see just how dirty his Angel could be, and by the groan Cas made, it gave him his answer.

His Angel could be, very, very dirty.

And Dean planned to show his husband all the joy that could be had in being dirty.

Castiel felt lips paused over his, barely brushing as they remained open however his husband didn't try to kiss him, just kept his mouth hovering over his. As if Dean was daring him to kiss him. He didn't know how the mood became even more intense, but he felt a shiver pass over him as he moved his tongue forward.

He groaned as hands gripped the back of his neck and a tongue licked into his mouth, moving his hands he gripped at Castiel's t-shirt and tugged hard, slightly pulling and guiding his husband's body up and into his lap. And once Cas was in his lap he slid both hands under the material to feel heated skin, slowly dragging them up, making sure the material rose up as well.

A small sound escaped his throat, becoming lost in the kiss, as a thumb rubbed over his nipple, sending a pleasurable sensation through him. They had never done it like this before and even though they had made love, it was like a completely new experience and Castiel wanted more of it.

Easing the kiss to a slow stop, he trailed his lips along Cas's jaw, giving small nips and sucks to the skin as he went, enjoying the way his husband's head tilted in encouragement. He traced down the side of Cas's neck with the tip of his tongue, as he used his finger and thumb to squeeze a nipple before dropping both hands to the waist band of denim. Quickly undoing the button, he slipped his fingers inside and pulled the material of Castiel's boxers down to free his husband's cock.

He knew he shouldn't be too loud, the baby monitor was on the coffee table, but Castiel couldn't stop the groan leaving his mouth as he raised both hands too thread through dark blonde hair. Finding himself conflicted he didn't know whether to rock his hips forward into Dean's hands, or arch his back as lips skimmed over his skin.

Dean huffed when his lips bumped against Castiel's t-shirt, and draw his fingers away from his husband's cock to grab at the offending material, and started drawing it up. "Off." He spoke the word as he lifted his head to look at Cas's face.

Blue eyes had never seemed so bright and dark with desire, all at once.

He lifted both arms up, letting Dean tug his t-shirt off, once the material was free from his body, he lowered his arms back down, hands dropping to rest on his husband's shoulder as he brought they lips together.

He momentarily forgot to drop the t-shirt he just stripped Cas's of as he brought his hands back towards his husband's body, only remembering to let go when he didn't feel warm skin under his fingertips. Once his hands where free, Dean spanned them wide, tracing over Cas's back, feeling the muscles bunch under his fingers as he went, and moved his right hand up while he let the other trail downwards.

Castiel rocked his hips forward at the hand squeezing his buttock, and drew his head back, to draw in breath as he groaned. "Dean."

"I know." He knew what his husband needed, even if his husband didn't know exactly what that was. Lifting his right hand he used the tip of two fingers to trace along Castiel's bottom lip, as he spoke. "Suck."

Parting his lips, Castiel took the fingers into his mouth and started to suck.

"Nice and wet." Dean spoke the words, around the groan stuck in his throat at the feeling of Cas's tongue swirling around his fingers, before lips came firmly around them. Leaning his head forward he pressed a kiss to his husband's collar bone before flicking his tongue in the small dip at the base of Castiel's throat. To trail kisses down over his chest and across skin, until his lips came to Castiel's nipple, which he teased with his tongue over before sucking on it, grinning briefly at the sound that came in response to his actions.

He trailed the fingers of his free hand over a delectable hip bone, before dipping them down to wrap around Cas's cock, giving it a firm squeeze, starting to stroke it, keeping his movements slow and unhurried.

Castiel stop sucking on the fingers, finding his lips parting on a moan, only resuming his sucking when Dean drew his fingers out, before sliding them back in.

-.-.-

Dean pulled his fingers back, noting the way Cas's lips looked darker in colour and where slightly swollen, from all the kissing and sucking. Moving his mouth forward he claimed Castiel's mouth as he trailed the tip of his wet fingers down the column of his husband's neck before pulling lifting them away.

Castiel drew in a quick breath when wet fingers danced over the small of his back before sliding between his buttocks; only to make a soft noise when fingers teased around his entrance.

He circled before pushing against Cas's entrance only to ease his finger back and kissed his husband again, waiting until Cas became caught up in the kiss to press his finger forward again. Easing into Castiel while continuing to stroke his husband's cock.

He felt the finger sliding up to the first knuckle before stopping, making him pant into the kiss, only to draw in more air when he felt another finger being added.

Dean grinned as he watched his husband, finding the sight of Cas panting and flushed as he worked him open, a heady sight. Plus it gave him satisfaction to know he was doing this to his husband. He kept his rhythm steady and gentle as he worked his fingers into Cas, watching every reaction

He groaned rocking his hips forward into fingers stroking his cock only to rock them back when Dean pushed his fingers deeper, and could feel the fire from earlier growing hotter, even as it felt like it was spreading through him faster, with everything Dean was doing.

Dean kept grinning as he pressed his mouth back to Castiel's and flicked his tongue out, rubbing it against Cas's feeling him start to respond, only to falter when he pushed his fingers further in; he loved to tease his husband. He brushed their lips again, in a mixture of kisses that were simple and sweet, with the occasional nip, to deep kisses, while he pulled his fingers out before pushing them back, only to add a twist to the rhythm by crooking them slightly.

Castiel rocked his hips forward feeling fingers tightened around his cock but moaned, when something Dean did sent pleasure shooting through him. He tightened his fingers in dark blonde hair, when Dean did it again.

He thrust his fingers into Castiel and tightened his fingers around his husband's cock stroking in time with the rock of hips as his husband's body pressed more firmly into his, the kiss was becoming fast and rushed but Dean didn't care. He licked his tongue along the roof of Cas's mouth and groaned when his husband sucked on his tongue.

Castiel groaned sucking on Dean's tongue feeling his pleasure building and that fire burning hotter and deeper as those fingers kept brushing against that spot with every thrust while the grip around his cock tightened.

Dean felt the shiver the went down his Angel as hips rocked forward even quicker, he crooked his fingers and quickened his strokes knowing his husband was close.

Castiel drew in a shaky breath, finding it a little difficult to keep kissing when he could feel that fire spreading. He tightened his fingers in Dean's hair, looking into hazel green eyes. "Dean." He groaned the word, only for it to trail into a sound, that wasn't anything close to a word as he climaxed.

Dean felt hips jerk but kept on stroking as he continued to kiss his husband, wringing every bit of pleasure from him. Only slowing his strokes when Cas's hips slowed their rocking, before stopping. He eased his hands back; letting them rest on denim covered thighs as Castiel's forehead pressed against his.

"I can't wait to take you driving." He grinned as he said the words, knowing Cas would understand he was joking….well partially joking.

Castiel felt his lips curving up at those words, maybe most people would have a slight issue with the fact that their partner was talking about more sexual times between them, when they had just engaged in it. But he couldn't be anything but amused, Dean was always going to be Dean and nothing would change that.

Not that he wanted anything to change; he loved his husband for who he was.

Sex enthusiast and all.

-.-.-

"Hey." Sam called out as he entered the front door, ready to pick his nephew up for a fun night of sleepover at Grandpa's.

"Never guess who we spoke too." Dean spoke the words from his position on the couch, patting Biscuit's head as Boomerang was asleep beside him.

"Who?" Was it supposed to be someone they knew….which wasn't a lot of people at the moment. So he didn't have a list or anything to go off, which left Sam with no idea who it could be.

Castiel stepped off the last step with Dylan in one arm and his coat in the other, trying not to grin too much. While his neighbours had mentioned they liked the sight of Sammy, it was probably never going to amount to anything substantial. However it was fun to tease his brother in law. "Your fan club."

His fan club? Sam frowned shaking his head, not getting it.

"They want to climb you like a tree." Dean waggled his eyebrows, seeing the grin spread on his brother's face.

"Your neighbours." Sam climbed to his feet, shaking his head in amusement as he stepped towards Castiel, hands reaching out to take his nephew, when Dylan reached for him. "Hey Little buddy."

Dylan hugged his Uncle's face, excited for tonight; they always had fun when he stayed with his Uncle and Grandpa.

"How did it go then, you get on well?" He really couldn't imagine troubled neighbours, or any problems arising for his brother and brother in law. From what the relator said about this neighbourhood being accepting of same sex couples, he surmised that the neighbour was an ok lady.

Castiel put Dylan's coat by his night bag, which only had a spare onesie in and Mr Roar, since Bobby had pretty much everything Dylan needed. "It went great; there lovely people and we're going over next week." It seemed like the start of, what he hoped to be a good friendship.

Sam lifted Dylan above his head, since his nephew seemed excited and playful. "That's great." He replied to Cas' words, before adjusting his grip on Dylan and made airplane sounds as he waved his arms about and moved towards the couch. "Time for bye, bye kisses."

Tipping his head back, Dean looked at his son and grinned as the giggling face came closer to his, when Sammy lowered Dylan down. "Bye, bye Dylan." He reached both arms above his head to hold his son's head and gave him a kiss. "Now say bye, bye Dada."

Dylan gave his Dada another kiss, before lifting his arm to point at his Papa.

Castiel stepped towards his son, hands raise to cup his son's head, giving him a kiss. "Bye Dylan." He slimed at the kiss he got, before his son lifted his head upright, with a big grin on his face. It seemed the weekly weekend visits to Grandpa's house seemed to be a great hit, as Dylan was always excited to go. "Have fun, and behave."

Sam held Dylan against his chest with one arm and grabbed the night bag with his free hand, slinging it over his shoulder, before nodding his head and grabbing Dylan's wrist gently. "We will, now say Bye, bye." He gently moved his nephew arm back and forth, in the form of a wave.

Dylan couldn't help but make an excited noise as he bobbed in his Uncle's arms, putting one hand to his mouth before lifting it to his hair and looked at his Uncle, ready to go see Grandpa.

Dean held his hand up towards his brother as he started out the door; he never thought seeing his son happy to see his Uncle and Grandpa would bring a certain warmth to his chest, but it did.

"What do you want to do?" Castiel leaned against the back of the couch and moved his left hand to thread through Dean's hair when his husband tipped his head back.

Glancing towards his husband, he raised one eyebrow at him. "Ready to go driving?" He was looking forward to teaching Castiel how to drive; he checked out a few places around town where Castiel could practise in a wide space, with relatively no one around.

Not that he was saying his husband was going to be a bad driver, but some first time drivers got nervous and accidents tended to happen. So if there were just them, then there was no room for accidents…..unless Cas drove his car into something!

Dean shook his head slightly, to get rid of the bad thought. His husband understood what his precious baby meant to him, and he wouldn't do anything to hurt his baby.

Castiel felt his heartbeat suddenly getting quicker at the idea of actually getting to drive and not just any car, but Dean's car as well.

His husband trusted him enough to drive his precious baby.

A strange mixed of pride and anticipation, collided in his chest. Looking towards Dean he nodded his head. "I'm ready and I promise to be very careful."

He grinned at those words and shifted off the couch, walking around it until he stopped beside his husband. "Then let's go." After pressing a quick kiss to Cas's lips he pulled back and whistled softly as he walked towards the garden doors. "Come on boys."

Boomerang and Biscuit moved passed his legs and into the garden.

Castiel pulled his jacket over his arms, feeling excitement start to grow and grabbed Dean's jacket, tossing it towards his husband. He understood the mechanics of driving had seen, humans do it many times, in various vehicles. So he should pick it up quite quickly, hopefully and without too many mistakes.

Dean shut the door when the dogs came in and grabbed his jacket, sliding it on. "Well I'll know this wide open space, we can practise. There's really no one around and it's not that far."

He nodded at those words, finding a good plan. Not that he was saying he was going to be a bad driver, but it was nice to practise in a wide open space. Moving through the kitchen, he opened the door to the garage and moved towards Dean's car, finding his anticipation grow at seeing the car.

He followed Cas into the kitchen and grabbed two dog chews off the countertop, tossing them towards Boomerang and Biscuits. "We won't be long." Dean watched them grab the chews and go back into the living room. Moving towards the door to the garage door, he grabbed his car keys out the side dish and stepped down the small set of stairs, before shutting the door and locking it.

Sliding into the car, he flashed Cas a grin, seeing the garage door was already open. "Someone's eager."

Castiel leant back in the seat, watching his husband's hands, trying to memories what they were doing the whole ride to the place Dean was taking them. When they reached the area, it looked like a disused carpark to an old building that had probably been knocked down.

He turned the ignition off and pulled the keys out, wanting Castiel to do the whole thing from the very beginning. While he wasn't a driving instructor, he had gone through a plan in his head of where to start and what to teach in stages so. The basics first. "Right, let's swap seats."

Pushing the door open, Castiel climbed out the car and walked around the front end, meeting Dean half way and found his heartbeat fast again, as his husband lifted up the car keys to place them in his hand. Lifting his eyes from the keys he looked into green ones, noticing his husband looked pretty relaxed and not nervous at all.

Dean's manner had his heartbeat slowing, leaning his head forward he pressed a quick kiss to Dean's lips before resuming moving around the car and opened the driver's door to slide inside. When the passenger door shut, a second later he looked towards his husband ready to begin his lesson.

The sight of Castiel in the driving seat of his baby was a pretty sexy sight. He had to mentally remind himself that this wasn't about getting dirty with his Angel, but about teaching him to drive. "Right let's get her started, you're going to put the key in the ignition and turn it."

Castiel followed Dean's instructions and started the ignition, once the car was running he placed both hands on the wheel, fingers gently clasping around it, as he rubbed his thumbs back and forth.

Damn, the sight of Cas caressing the steering wheel nearly made him hard; he had to shake his head again to clear his mind of the naughty thoughts that suddenly appeared in it.

This was about teaching his Angel how to rid— drive.

This was about teaching his Angel how to drive.

He had the thought that this might prove to be a little harder than he originally thought it would be, purely because of his own mind, but still, it might make things harder. That was until blue eyes locked with his, full of anticipation and excitement, plus with a smile so wide that he couldn't think of anything else but keeping that look on his husband's face.

In any and everything Cas chose to do.

-.-.-

"Hey, we're here." Dean called out as he entered the house, standing to the side as Boomerang and Biscuit brushed passed his feet, running about the house, also looking for Bobby, Sam and Dylan.

Sam shifted from his position on the couch and lowered his hands to stoke at Boomerang and Biscuit, but addressed his brother as he spoke, "Hey guys."

"Hi Sam." Castiel stepped into the taller man's view, after he hung his coat up.

"Where's Bobby?" Dean shed his jacket and hung it on the peg.

"I'm upstairs Boy, why did you bring the dogs?" He didn't mind the things, had actually grown kind of fond of them, but he would never admit to that out loud.

"We didn't want to leave them at home." He knew the truth that Bobby would never admit too, he liked Boomerang and Biscuit, and didn't mind when they came over. "Where my son?" He didn't seen Dylan with Sam, or any play mats on the floor down stairs.

Bobby started down the stairs, holding Dylan with his left arm. "We we're playing upstairs in his room." He watched Dylan's face light up when they got far enough down the stairs, for his Grandson to spot his parents.

"Hey, Little man." He clapped his hands together as he walked toward Bobby, having missed his son even if it was only one night apart.

Dylan smiled widely, pointing at his Dada. "Agh." He curled his finger towards his mouth, before holding both arms out as his Dada when he came closer, wanting a hug and kisses.

He took Dylan from Bobby and gave his son kisses, when little hands rested on his cheeks, before Dylan gave him a hug. He soothed a hand down Dylan's back as he looked at Castiel. "Who that?" He knew Dylan could only made sounds, but he started to make different sounds when he saw different people.

"Ugh." Dylan started clapping as he looked at his Papa, he missed him too. Stretching both hands out him curled his fingers in towards himself, before extending them again.

Castiel grinned at the sudden burst of warm pride in his chest, his son was making different sounds and now signs for what he wanted, and soon they would change to words as well. Stepped towards his son, lifting him from Dean's hold and pressing kisses to his cheek, while bringing him close to his chest. "I missed you too."

Bobby moved around Dean and Castiel stepping into the kitchen, ready to set the plates out so they could eat. "So how did the driving go?"

"Very good." He flicked his eyes towards his husband, seeing the look of pride of Dean's face and felt his smile grow, driving last night had went very well. Of course there was a few minor mistakes but not as many as he expected and Dean had been so impressed, and proud of him, which made him feel real good about driving.

Moving around the table, Castiel started to put Dylan into his highchair.

Bobby nodded his head, as he placed bowls on the table. "That's good to here."

Dean stepped passed Bobby into the kitchen sweeping his eyes around, trying to see any kind of containers, or fast food wrappers. "So Old man, what's for dinner?" He winced slightly at smack to the back of his head, in retaliation for his words.

Old man my arse. Bobby gave the younger man a look as he stepped towards the stove. "It's chilly." He could make chilly and stew, the only things he could make and even then, they were easy to make. Nothing too hard about shoving a load of things into a pot, add a bit of flavour or spice, and you had something you could call chilly or stew.

"Very nice, did you make it from scratch?" Castiel asked the question because if Bobby did, then he knew what he was doing when it came to cooking, which meant he wouldn't want to be his cooking companion in lessons.

"Yep, I was thinking maybe Dylan could try some." He didn't add to much spice, or flavour so it would be ok for his Grandson. While Dylan was still on baby food, he was starting to branch out in proper food and Bobby wanted to encourage his Grandson to do so, and chilly was kind of mushy.

The sooner he was off that mushed crap in a jar, the better. It was the nastiest thing he had ever tasted and the only reason babies ate it was because they hadn't discovered their taste buds yet.

Sam leant back in his chair around the table, "Won't it be too hot or spicy?" He didn't think it was a dish his nephew should try yet, it was probably left till he was older.

"No, I didn't make it that spicy, and when it cools down, it wouldn't be too hot." Bobby slid down into his chair at the table.

"You can try." Dylan would either like it, or he wouldn't. But there was no harm in trying. Castiel sat next to the left of side his husband, and across from Sam. Lately a few things had been playing on his mind, and after Dean had helped easy his worries about how to make friends, and talking to people. He had this one last issue, still playing on his mind.

"Do you think Dylan will say his first word, or start crawling soon?"

Dean looked towards his husband, one eyebrow raised. "Maybe why?"

"I just find I don't want to miss those moments when I start my classes." They were quite big moments and the idea of missing one didn't sit well with Castiel.

Sam grabbed the massive spoon from the pot and started filling his bowl up. "You can always record them, that way you're not really missing them." He knew it wasn't quite the same. "Beside I really don't think you'll miss the milestone moments, your classes are late evenings, some days and Dylan's bedtime is around the same time, so the only thing you're missing is saying goodnight."

Castiel supposed those words where true, he would be gone during some of Dylan's baths and bedtime routines. Yet milestone moments could still appear with those times.

Dean leant back in his chair and rested his arm along the back of his husband's chair, hand resting on the back of Castiel nape and gave a gentle squeeze. "Even if you miss them Cas, the first time you see him crawl, walk or hear his first word, are still going to be a special moment for you because it's your first time experiencing them with him."

Don't get him wrong, Dean would love to be there for the Milestone moments, hell planned to be there, but if he wasn't and they happened, he wouldn't be disappointed. When he saw his son do them, it would be just as special because it was the first time Dean got to see them.

He looked towards his husband, finding those words comforting and gave Dean a soft smile, in a silent form of thanks for his words.

Bobby nodded his head as he put a small bit of chilly in a little plastic bowl. "And speaking of Milestone moments, Sam's found some apartments." He saw the paper listings.

"You did?" He looked at his brother surprised he had kept that bit of information quiet.

Sam shrugged one shoulder as he buttered his bread. "I was going to check them out and see what I thought, then when I find one I like, I was going to go tell you."

Dean grabbed the spoon from Bobby starting to fill his bowl up. "But the whole fun is looking, seeing different ones and then picking." Sam knew that, he helped look at a load of houses before they picked theirs.

"I thought you might be busy, Cas has college, Bobby will be watching Dylan and you have work." He planned to show them his final choice he just thought he would save them the leg work of finding it.

Castiel held his bowl towards Dean. "I think it would be fun to look with you. You helped us look, so I would like to help you look." The idea of Sam getting his own place was exciting and Castiel had only looked at houses, not apartments. So he was interested in what that would be like.

Sam found his lips curving up. "Ok fine, if you want to come, come." He wouldn't deny them the experience if they wanted to come.

Bobby finished blowing in Dylan bowl before placing it on his little table. "Good, let's look around the weekend. You're off then aren't you?" He directed the question towards Dean, as he scooped some chilly up, giving it a blow before holding it towards Dylan's mouth.

"Yeah." He took the offered bread from Castiel, as he answered Bobby's question.

Bobby smiled widely when Dylan seemed to like the chilly, "Success."

Dylan grabbed the spoon from his Grandpa, and closed his mouth over the end. This tasted strangely good and he wanted some more.

Grabbing his beer, Bobby held it towards the middle of the table, neck extended slightly. "I know we were talking about Dylan's milestone moments earlier, but I want to say I'm proud of both Sam and Castiel." He looked from Castiel to Sam. "For getting started on your classes, learning to drive and finding your own place."

"Thanks." Sam lifted his beer bottle and tapped Bobby's, then Dean's and Castiel's lastly, sharing a smile with his brother in law.

Dean lifted his beer tapping the neck of Bobby's, with his own. "Damn right." He moved his bottle to tap Sam's, before tapping Cas' beer bottle with his own. Proud of their milestone moments as well.

Castiel sipped from his beer, trying to control his grin, but it kept getting bigger. "Thank you."

When chilly landed on the table they all looked towards Dylan, who had his spoon held up in the air.

Dylan didn't know what they were doing, but he held his spoon up as well. Smiling widely he looked from his Dada, to his Papa, then his Grandpa, and Uncle. "Ah."

He moved the bottom of his bottle to tap against his son's spoon. "Yeah, nicely said." While it wasn't words, or made any kind of sense, it seemed his son wanted in on the toast as well, and someday when Dylan had learnt to speak, he would be able to join in properly.

Dean couldn't wait to see that day come, but right now he was more than happy to enjoy Castiel's Milestone moments.

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