Thank you so much for the support and reviews for the last chapter. I really love reading them, whether you have good or bad things to say. Bad helps me improve as a writer ;)

Anyway, it's time for a new update on this story. I know some of you are worried that Lisa will use the pregnancy to trap Dean. I will tell you that that is definitely not going to happen and some of the scenes I'll be including over the next few chapters will prove that. However, Dean isn't just going to turn his back on his kid. He's going to find ways to make things work because that's just who Dean is. He doesn't want to be with Lisa, though.

Here's the chapter for you to enjoy and yes Castiel is in it.

Chapter 25

Dean stared at his phone. He'd placed it on the desk, while he sat on his bed. He just wasn't sure whether he should make the call or not. Having the phone out of reach was better. It would stop him from making a rash decision.

Gabriel and Anna wanted kids of their own, but couldn't. They'd pretty much said they wanted to adopt Dean's kid. Yes, there were so many benefits to that—he would actually get to see his kid grow up. But there were also so many downsides to it. One of those would be if his relationship with Castiel was completely ruined. They weren't exactly together right now. What if they never got back together? What if they grew to really hate each other? Then his kid would be left with the brother of his ex-boyfriend and Dean wouldn't be able to see him (yes, him) again.

But then there were all those benefits. He and Lisa were leaning on the side of adoption anyway. It made sense for both of them. Their conversations over winter break had pretty much led to them agreeing adoption should be the way to go.

Lisa tilted her head to one side with a small frown, "Why would it be my choice?" Dean had told her that she had the choice of whether they remain in Kansas or went to San Francisco if they did keep the baby. He'd since been offered a scholarship from two colleges.

"Well, I'm assuming you've thought about this," Dean pointed at the baby bump, "And the idea of moving to San Francisco and adoption and all that."

"This is a conversation we need to have together," Lisa pointed out, "I know you, Dean Winchester. You're a family man, you always have been. You wouldn't want me making a decision without including you in it. I can already tell U of K isn't the school you want to go to. I'm not sure why, since San Francisco would mean moving away from your brothers and sister, but well, I guess you have your reasons for wanting a fresh start."

"I..." Dean couldn't really tell her the truth about why he'd like to move to San Francisco—about Castiel possibly going to Stanford and Dean just wanting to be in a city more accepting of the LGBT community, "I just...yeah, I guess a fresh start would be good. There's a lot of stuff around here that could get me in more trouble, you know?"

"Yeah, which is why I was thinking," Lisa swallowed hard, "Maybe adoption would be our best option. You don't need me coming to San Francisco with you. We're not even together anymore and I have no illusions that you want to get back with me. You've probably found someone else..."

Dean refused to confirm or deny anything, knowing it would mean the difficult conversation of Castiel and his new knowledge of being bisexual. Nervously running his hand through his hair, he looked at Lisa, who just grinned.

"Oh, feel this." She quickly grabbed his hand and placed it on her baby bump. Dean looked at her confused at first, until he felt it. It was light at first but then a second one came. The baby was kicking and moving around inside his ex-girlfriend's stomach.

"Oh my God!" Dean's eyebrows raised, feeling a connection to the small baby growing inside of her, "That's..."

"That's our boy, Dean." Lisa nodded with a small smile.

"Boy?" Dean asked, and his heart broke when Lisa nodded her head. He didn't really want to know that. Now he'd be way to connected to it to give him up for adoption. He was surprised Lisa seemed so accepting of it. Surely carrying a kid around for nine months would mean she'd grow attached. Giving their son up would be heartbreaking for her.

Giving up her son would be heartbreaking, but maybe it was the better option for them. He at least owed her the chance to make the decision with him. He'd learned the hard way with Castiel that he couldn't make decisions for everyone to try and protect them.

Sighing, Dean picked up the phone and made the call. Hopefully Lisa would pick up and it wasn't too late for her. Damn it, he'd not even checked the time.

"Hey, Dean," Lisa mumbled, alerting him to waking her up, "What's up?"

"I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"

"It's okay," Lisa yawed on the other side of the phone, "What can I do for you?"

Dean took a deep breath before he told her everything that he and Castiel had just talked about. There were a few things left out, including the fact that the couple he knew were connected to his former roommate. He couldn't get into the conversation with Lisa about Castiel and staying at his house when he'd been suspended.

Once he finished, he waited for her to say something. But he was meat with silence on the other side of the phone. Panic instantly went through him.

"Lise?" he asked, "You still with me?"

"Yeah, erm..." Lisa sighed and Dean realized that maybe it was a bad idea springing this idea on her. But when else could they do this? "I'm not sure. I mean, I don't know these guys. This couple could be serial killers."

"They could," Dean laughed, "But I don't think they are. Why don't we meet with them and hear why they think they'd make great parents—better parents than us for our kid—and then talk about it? I'll see when I can get a weekend off and see if it works for everyone else?"

"Okay." Lisa simply said, just as the door to the room opened. Cain stumbled into the room, being carried by Zach. Dean couldn't help but chuckle as Cain flopped onto his bed.

"Erm, I'm gonna have to go, Lise," Dean sighed, "I'll see about getting a weekend off soon and we can really discuss this. It's not like we have much time left."

"Okay, Dean," Lisa agreed again, "Bye."

Dean hung up the phone, and looked at Zach expectantly, "The party that good?"

"You know Cain can't hold his drink," Zach smiled, "That your ex—or girlfriend. You decided to get back with her for the baby?"

"We're trialling a few things," Dean lied, glancing over at Cain quickly as he mumbled something about a baby. Dean wondered whether his roommate would remember any of this in the morning. He was clearly not completely passed out yet, "There's just still so much to think about."

"Well, I hope you still come to San Francisco," Zach shrugged his shoulders, "I thought it'd be cool if we were roomies."

Dean threw Zach a fake grin, hoping that it looked genuine. The last thing he really wanted was to share a room with this guy. Not that he hadn't appreciated Zach's ability to keep the pregnancy a secret, but he didn't trust him and still didn't think of him as a friend.

2am slowly turned to 3am. 3am turned into 4am. God, it was a good job it was Saturday the next day. And with the season being finished, there was no training.

Dean laid wide awake, thinking of everything that Castiel had said and everything that could happen in the future. He hated the what ifs and could bes. He wanted straight answers—he needed them, right now.

What if Gabe and Anna turned out to be crap parents? He couldn't exactly judge their skills on raising Castiel. Gabriel had said that he was always a brother and not a parent.

What if he and Castiel stayed together and Dean was always around his kid? How could he consider keeping it from his kid that he was his real dad? He'd need to, though, and he knew it would kill him.

What if he and Castiel parted ways for good? He'd never get to see his kid again—well, he would, but it would be awkward. Imagine having to put up with your ex-boyfriend's brother for the rest of your life!

What if he and Lisa could make this work? No, Dean knew that wasn't the case. As much as he liked Lisa, he wasn't into her in that way anymore. They were friends, and that was all it would be. And he wouldn't force them to be together for the sake of his son.

What if Gabriel and Anna told their son that Dean was his real dad? That would be even more awkward than trying to keep the secret from his kid. It would lead to so many questions, especially if he and Castiel had managed to work something out.

Of course, a lot of this depending on Dean even making things work with Castiel. His ex-boyfriend still hated him. But then he was still thinking about him. He was still trying to help him. Why would he help him if he hated him? Was it hate, or was it just dislike?

Dean glanced over at the clock. 4:17 the red numbers shone, making Dean groan. Time was moving far too slowly. Deciding that he'd had enough of just laying in bed, Dean got up and threw some sweats and a t-shirt on. He needed to sort his head out, and there was only really one person who could help him do that. Hopefully that one person wouldn't be too pissed at being woken up at this time on a morning.

He didn't feel as nervous this time when he reached his old room. Why should he? He wasn't worried about Castiel's friends being on the other side ready to jump him. He thought about knocking, but Dean decided to go into the room instead. He didn't really want Castiel to have to drag his ass out of bed if he could help it—and not for that reason.

As he expected, the room was dark and Castiel was curled up in his bed. As usual, he faced the door, his facial expression one of peace. He always looked happy and peaceful when he slept. Dean shut the door and locked it, before walking over to the bed.

"Cas?" Dean spoke in a loud whisper. What was the point in whispering, though? It wasn't like there was anyone else in the room and he was trying to wake his ex-boyfriend, "Castiel."

Dean spoke clearly the second time, gently stroking Cas' bare arm. It made the shorter boy jump awake, eyes snapping open at the knowledge that someone else was in the room.

"Hey, sorry," Dean held his hands up in defense, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"What the hell, Dean?" Castiel asked with a frown, glancing at the clock, "It's not even five in the morning. What the hell are you doing here?"

Cas rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, as Dean perched on the bed. He could tell that Cas was wearing nothing but his boxers, and Dean wanted nothing more than to curl up in the bed with him and be near him.

"Dean?"

He realized now that he'd been silent. Dean rubbed his face, mumbling that he needed to talk and that he was sorry for waking him. Castiel sat up in the bed, narrowing his eyes. He didn't say anything, but waited for Dean to say something more. Dean realized now that he was going to have to blurt it all out. That was the best way to get his feelings across.

"I'm not sure about anything right now and I really miss you," Dean admitted to himself as well as to Castiel, "I've just been doing lots of thinking and what if we hate each other? That will cause so many problems if your brother and his girlfriend adopt my kid. But then, maybe they can give him a better life than Lisa and I can give. I just...I...I don't want us to be in the place we are anymore. I really care about you, Cas, and I don't want you to hate me anymore."

"You know, I thought I hated you," Castiel admitted with a chuckle, "Turns out I was just too stubbornly in love with you. Why do you think I wanted to help you? I don't think I could ever really hate you."

Dean nodded with a frown before he continued, "Look, with everything going on, I have no illusions. I guess I kinda know how all this is gonna end for me. But when I do picture myself happy, it's with you, Cas."

Castiel tilted his head to one side, before reaching out to grab Dean's hand, "And I always picture myself happy with you."

That wasn't something that Dean expected to hear. He just stared at Castiel, dumbfounded. Had Cas just seriously admitted to being happy with Dean—or at least thinking he could be happy with Dean?

"What does this mean for us?" Castiel now asked with a sigh, rubbing the back of Dean's hands, "I mean, we can't exactly go back to what we were before all this. You really hurt me, Dean. I mean, really hurt me."

"I know..."

"No, I don't think you really do," Castiel shook his head, "I was completely heartbroken. You didn't trust me with this pregnancy. You wouldn't let me in—you chose the football team over me. After everything that we talked about and everything we shared. I thought...I started to think that Speedy and Benny were right. That you just wanted me for one thing.

"But there was always something I couldn't quite get my head around, you know. I couldn't figure out why you spent a whole week with me at my house if you just wanted sex. And then there were a few days here until Jo called. I knew she had something to do with it—and your ex—but I couldn't figure out what."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." Was all that Dean could say to the man he loved—yes, loved. Dean Winchester had decided that he really did love Castiel.

"It's not that you didn't tell me, but that you didn't trust me."

"That wasn't it."

"And that you were trying to make decisions for me."

"I was trying to protect you from..."

"From what?" Cas laughed, "Your mistake? Your accident?"

"From making a difficult decision," Dean sighed, "From having to choose between having me and a kid or being able to enjoy your carefree existence. I wanted to make it easier for you."

Castiel shook his head, rubbing his eyes. He knew all this now, but it didn't change how he'd felt for weeks on end. All the questions that had gone around his head, especially whenever he saw Dean with the football team.

"I deserved the choice," Castiel sighed, "You don't get to make decisions for me. Never. If we try this again, you never get to make decisions for me again."

"You want to try this again?" Dean asked with a frown.

"I told you I'm too stubbornly in love with you."

I love you, too, Dean thought to himself, just as Castiel looked at him with a frown.

"What did you say?" Cas asked, but Dean looked away. Had he just said that out loud? He was only supposed to think it. When Dean refused to repeat it, Cas grabbed his face, staring straight into his green eyes, "What did you just say, Dean."

"I...I..." Dean stuttered and then finally got the courage to say it again, "I love you, too."

Before Dean knew it, Castiel's lips were crushing onto his. It was as if that was all Cas needed to hear to put everything behind him. If they loved each other they stood a chance to get through all this. Dean quickly returned the kiss, as they battled for dominance, moaning as hands clumsily felt over each other.

Dean felt himself being pulled onto the bed, so he was lying on top of Cas. He'd do anything to prove to him right now that he was never going to hurt him again—but he knew deep down that he could never promise that. He was a jerk; a jerk that Cas loved too much.

Realizing that, Dean pulled away to look into Castiel's gorgeous ocean-colored eyes, "We can't...We shouldn't do this."

"I know," Cas nodded, "But I want to."

"I'm a jerk, Cas. You deserve better than me."

"Well, I want you, Dean," Cas sighed, "It may seem like I'm a pushover but I love you and I want you. Will you get on with it, already?"

Dean frowned for a millisecond before finding himself filled with lust and want. He delved straight into Castiel's mouth with his tongue, his hands trailing everywhere they could. This was going to be a Saturday morning worth remembering.

Yay! They're back together. It's not going to be all roses for them from now, there's still a lot to get through, but they're back together and Dean has finally admitted his feelings...

I'd love to hear what you think about this chapter. Good, bad? Going in the direction you want? Please R&R.