How I Met Your Father

DISCLAIMER: I am not responsible if anyone explodes reading this.

Castiel sat at the far end of the bench alone in a corner of the cathedral, his eyes admiring the stories being told by the stained-glass windows and the engravings on the walls. His hands rested on his lap as his fingers fiddles with the corners of his suit jacket, the bishop's voice was only a whisper to him, another muffled sound in the distance that disturbed his peace of mind. There was a chandelier hanging right above his head and he wondered if God were to punish him for disagreeing with 'His Word' and make it fall on him, or whose job was it to light the candles so far above.

A sigh escaped from his lips feeling boredom creep into him, it had been an hour since the service had started and his mind had faded into its own reality during the first five minutes and was thankful his mother or father allowed him to sit alone, his siblings sat together and far away from him.

The smell of wax, varnish, antique books and different varieties of perfumes reached his nostrils and he cringed at the strong scents for they were unpleasant to him. He sighed once more and let his shoulders relax against the back of the bench, he threw his head back and to the side, that's when something, rather someone caught his attention; a young boy of his age who had been observing him for a while stared at him, he held a drawing pad and a pen. Castiel squinted his eyes attempting to see if he could take a glimpse of what the boy was drawing but he was too far, the boy with dark-blonde hair and green eyes covered his mouth with his hand to hide a smile and held the drawing pad for Castiel to see. It was brief but Castiel recognised the person in the drawing, he smiled holding his thumbs up for the boy who in return smiled.

He had dozed off during the last thirty minutes of service, his mind cursing the bishop and his hypocritical words; a warm hand shook his shoulder, he blinked the sleep away and let out a yawn. The boy with the green eyes sat next to him with his drawing pad as the people in the church gathered to say goodbye and leave. Castiel glanced around in search for his parents, then at the boy and smiled.

"I'm Castiel Novak." he held his hand out.

"Dean Winchester." he shook the boy's hand. "Do you have to leave yet?"

"I don't think so, my parents always stay to speak with everyone after service and my siblings wander off."

"Mine do too."

"Can I see the drawing?" Castiel pointed at the drawing pad .

"Um okay." Dean removed the drawing pencil from the inside and handed Castiel the pad.

The first pages were drafts or sketches of people, animals and objects but they began to take life in other pages; Castiel noticed several sketches of the same boy throughout pages in different positions and different expressions.

"That's my brother Sammy." Dean pointed to the drawing. "He likes to model for me." he chuckled.

"How old is he?"

"He's eight years old, but smart." Castiel could see the pride in his eyes as he spoke. "He skipped a grade last year because he was too advanced."

"That's impressive!" Dean nodded still smiling.

"Dean, we have to go now." a man in a suit called for the boy, Dean sighed and nodded.

"Are you coming next week?" he furrowed his brows expecting a 'yes'.

"We always come." Castiel returned the drawing pad to Dean. "Will you?"

"Yes, mum never misses service." he pressed his lips into a thin line. "So, I guess I have to go now. It was nice to meet you, Castiel." he scratched the back of his neck. "Um, bye." he held out his hand towards the boy.

"It was nice to meet you too, Dean." he took Dean's hand holding it for a moment. "Bye." a smile crept upon their lips as they stared at each other.

"Um, I kinda need my hand to go…" Dean laughed.

"Oh, right." Castiel face palmed himself. "Sorry."

"It's okay. Bye." Dean waved.

"Bye."

Castiel ran his fingers through Emma's silky, blonde hair, her ruffled dress covering her thin legs dressed in white tights; a smile adorned her small face and she pressed her lips against his cheek, then wrapped her arms around him.

"And that's how papa and I met." he gave her a gentle squeeze.

"Is that why you have that drawing in your room, daddy?" Castiel nodded.

"Yes."

"Okay, you two, time for dinner, come on." Dean lifted Emma from his husband's lap; they shared a smile before entangling their fingers and disappearing into the dining room.