Summary: Set from Dean's POV and in my version of life after the Apocalypse. A bit angsty at first but hopefully romantic and funny later. Please, please, please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or its characters.

Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel

SECOND CHANCES

Chapter Twenty-Six

Castiel held the scrunched-up tissue to his chest as he curled up into my side, snuggling closer to me as we watched Saving Private Ryan. God, this was the opening battle and already he was crying like a baby (bless him). I held him tightly to me and kissed his head.

"It's okay, Cas." I whispered, "If it's too upsetting I can turn it off…"

"No, Dean, I'm not making you turn your movie off." Castiel replied, moving back to look at me, "It's okay, I can find something else to do."

"No, don't do that." I said, taking his hand, "I'll turn it off, it's okay. I don't want you to cry, Baby."

Castiel smiled and kissed me passionately, only to break away and look at the screen at just the wrong time. Some poor guy had his intestines spilling out of him and he was crying for his Mom…but to me that wasn't nearly as heartbreaking as the look on Castiel's face. He sobbed and buried his face in my shoulder.

"Turn it off…please…"

"Sure thing, Baby." I replied, grabbing the remote and stopping the movie before consoling my lover.

The twins gurgled happily at Castiel as he passed me one of the bowls of oatmeal. After he'd let it cool down for about ten minutes before even considering testing it to see if it was cool enough. We sat in front of our children, Castiel in front of Lucy and me in front of John.

"Oatmeal time!" I exclaimed waving the spoon about in sarcastic enthusiasm.

"YAY!" The twins cried out, desperate for a mouthful of the stuff.

I blinked in shock and the scowled.

"Samantha!" I called, Sam appearing round the door.

"What do you want?" Sam asked, eating a celery stick.

"Dude, are you ruining my kids?" I asked, "Oatmeal…the only person in the UNIVERSE who could've got them to like Oatmeal would be you."

"If they like it, Dean," Castiel whispered, gently touching my arm, "Then it's okay…"

With a sweet smile he kissed my lips and turned to feed Lucy.

"Come on, Lucy," Castiel whispered, trying to coax her into opening her mouth before Sam and I smiled at each other.

Sam left and I turned to John.

"Come on, little man." I whispered, but both children remained with their mouths closed.

They looked kinda pale, but their cheeks were flushed. We'd both noticed that they'd not played as much today, and not been as lively, but we just assumed it was a quiet day today. We shared a look and Castiel put the bowl down.

"Dean…do you think they're sick?"

I moved forward, putting the bowl down before resting my hand on John's head and then down his back.

"Damn, he's like an oven." I whispered, doing the same to Lucy, "So is she…"

Castiel's eyes widened. Only one person could really help us out in this since they'd had plenty of experience with sick children.

"Ellen!"

Castiel and I sat up in our bed, cradling our babies to us. They had fevers and the both of them were sobbing quietly. When we approached them with cold washcloths the both of them cried out as loud as they could (which wasn't too loud).

"No, Dadda!"

"Sorry, kids…" I whispered, kissing them both as we placed the cloths on their foreheads.

Both of them took hitching breaths and started sobbing again. John reached over and clasped Lucy's hand.

"Cas…" I whispered, "Look."

Castiel looked down and smiled an incredibly weak smile.

"Bless them." Castiel said softly before looking up to the Heavens, "Father, please come and make them better…please…or at least send someone."

Suddenly, Uriel appeared and the children acknowledged him with a high pitched cry. The angel stepped forward to the bed.

"I'm here to heal the little ones." Uriel said, "Father just answered your prayers."

"Thank you, Uriel." Castiel whispered, and I nodded in addition.

"Anytime." Uriel replied, taking Lucy from my arms and holding her close to him, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

There was a soft blue glow and Lucy opened her eyes, looking up at Uriel.

"URI!" She squeaked, snuggling into him.

"One healed baby." Uriel laughed, helping Lucy crawl back over to me.

Uriel was about to take John but Lucy put her hand on his, moving forward and kissing her brother's forehead.

"Okay now." She said softly, turning back and curling up into my chest.

Uriel took John and healed him before kissing Castiel's forehead and mine.

"Thanks, Uriel." I said, receiving a nod in return before he left.

Castiel looked up at me with adoration in his eyes, one hand resting on the nape of my neck while my hand caressed his cheek. Closing the tiny gap between us I met his lips in a slow, passionate kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue, and my God was that hot! He hummed against my lips and pulled me down to cradle me to him. I was normally the one giving the cuddles but Castiel decided I needed holding today. After the scare with the kids the week before I'd been a bit on edge. Just hearing them in so much pain and distress broke my heart.

"You're a wonderful father, Dean." Castiel whispered, carding a hand through my hair.

"So are you, Cas. You're damn amazing." I replied, sitting up to look him in the eyes.

My lips met his again and he rolled me onto my back, straddling my waist. He leaned right down to my ear.

"You're an unbelievable lover too." He breathed huskily into my ear, "No-one could ever make me feel the way you do. I know that for a fact…I can feel it…"

He took my hand and pressed it over his heart.

"Right here."

I smiled and he pulled back, kissing my lips.

"Love you, Winchester." He said, softly.

"Love you, Winchester." I replied.

Sam had taken the twins for a walk with Jo while Lucifer and Gabriel had headed to the mall. Castiel and I were watching Dr Sexy MD. I was engrossed in it until I felt Castiel glaring up at me.

"You like him more than me, don't you."

I pulled back shocked.

"No! No I don't at all!" I protested, not realising I'd been practically drooling over him, "I fucking love you, Cas."

Castiel put on his flirty, playful pout.

"Prove it."

I leaned forward and crushed my lips to his, finding the remote and turning the TV off before my arms slid home. I pushed Castiel back onto the sofa and we ended up rolling onto the floor. I palmed his erection through his jeans and he shivered, looking up at me with almost black eyes. He smiled and kissed me.

"I believe you." He whispered, tapping the end of my nose with his finger, "I love you too."

I grinned cheekily and kissed Castiel's lips.

"Dr Sexy MD ain't got nothin' on my Castiel." I said, "Nothin' on my angel."

Grinning, we both kissed again, slowly and tentatively.

I wasn't lying. Dr Sexy…YOU GOT NOTHIN'!

-TBC-