Q is for Quiet
Dean sighed as he sunk into his chair. He was finally alone.
Castiel and Bobby, now three years old, we're out looking for Charlie. The cat had not been home for a few days, and Castiel was worried. Dean was sure that she was okay. She was practically a wild animal at this point. Sam and Fiona were off on a hunt in Arizona. There was a possible Wendigo or something of that nature. They were tracking down some missing hikers. It was a pretty simple hunt. They had been gone a few days and probably would work for a few more.
Dean relaxed in his chair. He was going to enjoy his quiet time. It was few and far between that he got moments like this.
Over the years, his life had become a little hectic. Less hunting, more family time. He rarely went on a hunt. He and Sam had become the information hub for hunters in the states. They called for help and info on their cases. Sam occasionally went on a hunt with Fiona, his girlfriend. Mostly the Winchesters kept to themselves. They had saved the world time and time again. They deserved the time off. When the itch for a case arose, there was never a shortage of finding someone to watch Bobby, whether it be Sam and Fiona or Mary. They were one big family unit and helped each other out through thick and thin.
Dean was near sleep when a voice called out to him.
"Daddy!"
Dean smiled as Bobby ran up to him. He caught the excited toddler. He picked him up in a hug.
"Dean, I'm sorry," Castiel said.
Dean looked up at the angel. He was holding a small box. Charlie was following him, looking at the box. It was then he heard the mewing coming from the box.
"No." Dean shook his head.
"Kitties!" Bobby screeched excitedly.
"It seems Charlie has had kittens," Castiel said.
"No," Dean repeated, shaking his head.
"We will find them suitable homes," Castiel promised as he set the box down. He walked up to Dean with a smile.
"Fine," Dean sighed. He knew that Bobby was going to want his own kitty. He wasn't one to deny the boy. "Minus one, it seems."
He looked past the angel, and Bobby was holding a small black kitten. The kitten was nuzzling his cheek.
"It would appear we have another family member," Castiel chuckled.
"There goes my peace and quiet," Dean sighed.
Castiel just smiled and pecked Dean on the cheek. Everything was going to be just fine. He may never get peace and quiet again, but he wouldn't trade his boys for anything.