Beware fluff and romance and lovey dovey. I was too inspired and when I'm inspired I write and I'm so sorry. It's AU. So... yeah. Now we don't have to be confused about how Cas had the baby, cause he's totally the female in this relationship, he'd give birth, no doubt. But, they're just a gay AU couple, so they adopted. Woo. And they adopted in country, so it's not some imported korean baby, cause as cute and cuddly as they are... they kinda annoy me. Like, I feel like America has a problem with importing babies, ya know? Aren't there enough sad orphans in AMERICAN orphanages? The poor kids never get families cause everyone wants an asian baby!

And now that I've had my rant...

Sorry it's short but I've got ten minutes until the day is over and I didn't finish. Oops. Just a snapshot.

November 23rd
Prompt- Family

Like A Family

Dean paused in the act of eating as Castiel slipped his arms up and around his waist. He grinned, tilting his head to the side to capture the other man's thin lips, "hmm." He sighed into the kiss, tasting strawberries and milk on his husband's mouth. "How early did she wake you up?"

Castiel sighed, resting his head against Dean's shoulder, "you don't remember? You tried to get up too, but it was my turn."

"Sam's babysitting tonight, so we're off then, yeah?" Dean reminded him, gently tugging Castiel into his lap.

Castiel grinned, twisting to press a soft kiss against the corner of Dean's lips. "Finally. When was the last time we got out?"

Dean matched his grin, "I can't remember. Wow. It's been pretty long hasn't it?" He was about to launch into a full-out onslaught of Castiel's body, when a shrill cry echoed through the apartment. "Damnit," he whispered against his husband's lips.

Castiel moved to stand, but Dean shrugged him into the chair, "I got it." Castiel smiled, reaching out to sip Dean's coffee as the man ran off down the hall.

"Shhh," Dean was whispering, trying to shush the small being in his hands. She had soft brown eyes that matched Castiel, and dark hair that rang truer to Sam than anything. Dean tried not to be jealous of their shockingly similar looks, really, he did. But, it sometimes hurt that both his brother, and his husband looked like their eight-month old sweetheart, and he could only take claim to her weirdly large hands.

He pushed his lips against her forehead as he rocked the child around the nursery, "shhh, Mary."

Dean hummed as he rocked the child to sleep, smiling gently at the expression in her big eyes as they closed with a lazy blink. He grinned wider when she nuzzled against him even as he set her back down in the cradle.

Whoever said parents had to be blood was crazy. Parents were whomever raised you; loved you. Parents were the ones who sheltered you, and rocked you to sleep at 6 am. Parents were always there even if you weren't born from their genes.

Castiel tip-toed in behind him and layed his head against Dean's shoulder. Dean smiled softly at his husband, "look at our family." He whispered as the smallest member of the Winchester-Novak clan nodded off with dreams of rainbows and butterflies filling her tiny head.