This should take care of all those Adam-worriers. :) Enjoy!


The next morning, Cas and Dean were making breakfast. It was unusually quiet in the kitchen as Cas made them coffee and Dean made omelets. Maybe that was what made the knock on the front door so much louder than normal. Dean pulled away from where he was resting against Cas in front of the stove. Cas frowned. "Who could that be?"

Dean shrugged. Neither of them were fully dressed. They were both fresh out the shower and only in a pair of jeans. Dean, not caring who saw him shirtless, went to the door. He opened it to find his mother holding a basket of muffins with an ace bandage on her hand with red puffy eyes.

She smiled sadly up at Dean. "Hey, baby."

"Mom? Are you okay? What happened to your hand?" he asked her, taking the basket out of her hands and setting it on the table by the door. He pulled her into the house and into his arms, hugging her tight.

"I hit your father."

Dean chuckled at what he knew he misunderstood. "I'm sorry? You hit Dad?"

"I think I broke his nose. It started bleeding."

Dean started laughing, throwing his head back as he did so. "Oh, Mom…"

"I just… I got so mad yesterday. He had no right to say those things, Dean. Especially to you and Cas. I want to make sure that the two of you are okay."

Dean grabbed the basket and her good hand, pulling her behind him into the kitchen where he set the muffins on the island. "We're fine, Mom. Seriously. There is nothing that Dad could say or do to make me change the way I feel about him."

Dean looked up to find Cas walking back into the kitchen, pulling a t-shirt on. "Good morning, Mrs. Winchester," Cas greeted her.

Mary smiled sweetly at Cas. "Oh, Cas, call me Mary. I'm so sorry for yesterday."

"Think nothing of it. Mr. Winchester isn't the first to say those kinds of things to me. What happened to your hand?"

"She hit Dad. Broke his nose. The Best Mom Award goes to this little lady right here…" Dean said, wrapping his arm around Mary's shoulders.

"Are you okay?" Cas asked.

Mary smiled at the concern on Cas' face. "I'm fine, sweetie. John's nose didn't stop bleeding for a good ten minutes though. Then I kicked him out."

"Wait, what?" Dean frowned.

"Until I've calmed down or he's apologized for what he's done, he's staying at Bobby's."

"Mom – "

"Dean Winchester, don't you even try to defend him. What he did was out of line," she insisted. She placed her hand against Dean's cheek. "All I've ever wanted for you is to find someone who could love you."

She ran her thumb over his cheek as he smiled down at her. She pulled her hand away and smiled at Cas. "And I think you did." Cas gave her a crooked grin, causing Mary to smile brighter. "Now, I made muffins for you guys. I would've brought the barbeque from last night, but I kind of threw everything away last night when I was cleaning the kitchen."

"Everything? Even the pie?!" Dean asked, shocked his mother would do such a thing.

Mary rolled her eyes. "I'll bake you another one, Dean."

Dean just shook his head, disappointed in his mother. "You should be ashamed," he said, half joking/half serious.

"Would you like some coffee?" Cas asked Mary, trying to ignore her son.

"Oh, I don't want to intrude…"

Dean scoffed. "Yes, you do. Sit. I'll make you an omelet."

Mary didn't hesitate for a second. She took a seat at the island and watched as Dean got everything out to make her an omelet. He smiled over at Cas and Cas smiled back at him. Tears came to Mary's eyes. Every time Dean brought a girl over, no matter how she felt about her, she always prayed that she would be the one for Dean, but the girls never lasted. Maybe a family dinner or two and then Mary would never see them again. She had a feeling, something tickling in her gut, her spidey senses telling her that this was it. She'd see Cas for the rest of her life.

Once the coffee had been distributed, Cas and Mary started talking and Dean sat there and listened… for the next three hours. Mary asked Cas all kinds of questions and Cas was just as inquisitive about getting to know Mary. The conversation, even with the jabs at Dean, was the best thing he'd ever heard in all his life. This was better than any song, better than the purr of Baby's engine.

When lunch time rolled around and Dean's stomach made a loud growling noise, Mary realized how long she'd been there. "I didn't mean to take up your morning…"

Dean scoffed. "Yes, you did."

Mary smirked at him. "Hush, Dean."

"I need to get going. I'm sure your father has probably called a hundred times."

Cas and Dean walked Mary out to her canary yellow '57 Chevy Pickup, thanking her for the muffins. Mary gave Dean a tight hug, telling him, "I love you so much, Dean."

"Thanks, Mom. I love you, too," he told her before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

She turned to Cas and gave him a tight hug as well. "It was really great getting to know you, Cas."

Cas beamed down at the woman. "You, too."

Mary waved goodbye to them as she backed down the drive and headed home. Cas smiled at Dean. "That was…"

"Slightly unexpected."

Cas nodded. "In the best way."

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It had been a couple of weeks since The Horrendous Family Dinner of 2013 – as Dean had taken to calling it – and things were still perfect. Dean had insisted that no matter how that night ended, he and Cas would still be together, and though Cas believed him, there was a small part of him that didn't. He learned never to doubt what Dean told him. Dean was one of the most honest people he'd ever met. Dean had no reasons to lie to Cas about anything. Realizing that brought the biggest smile to his face. It was the safest he'd ever felt in a relationship. He trusted Dean completely and it was a great feeling.

Cas parked his Prius in front of the coffee shop and walked in. He was working with Alfie this morning. Alfie was sometimes annoyingly chipper but Cas was in such a good mood that not even Alfie's sprightliness could get to him. Cas was in such a good mood, that he was pretty sure he was glowing.

"Good morning, Alfie," Cas greeted his coworker.

"Good morning, Castiel! I didn't realize how popular of a barista you were until this morning," Alfie told him.

Cas looked at Alfie in confusion. "What are you talking about, Alfie?"

"A man came in looking for you. He was pretty tall, sandy blonde hair. His eyes were the bluest blue I'd ever seen! Bluer than yours!" Alfie told him as he went about grinding some coffee for a customer.

"Did he give you his name?"

"What?" Alfie asked, not understanding what Cas said over the roar of the coffee grinder.

Cas walked over to the machine and cut it off. "Did he give you his name?" Cas asked again.

Alfie could tell that the good mood Cas walked in with was completely gone. "N-no. Just told me to tell you he'd be back. Is everything okay, Castiel?"

Everything was far from okay. It was so far from okay that it was in another universe, a universe so far away that no man would boldly go there. "I have to make a phone call. Are you going to be okay for a minute?"

Alfie nodded his head. "Sure thing."

Cas pulled his phone out of his pocket and went into the back of the store and called Dean. "Cas, I know you love me and all but it hasn't even been thirty minutes since you left…"

"Dean, I think Adam came by the coffee shop."

"I'm sorry, you think what? What makes you think that?"

"Alfie told me a tall guy with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes came by this morning looking for me. He told Alfie that he'd be back."

"Oh, I fucking hope he comes back… I'll be down there in a minute. Keep your phone on you."

Dean ended the call and Cas sighed. Was it too much to ask that things go right for longer than a couple of weeks? Cas took a deep breath and walked back out to find the shop empty and Alfie humming away while he stocked up the lobby with napkins, straws, and stir sticks.

What in the hell could Adam want, anyway? Couldn't he take the hint that Cas was taken? He never seemed psychotic whenever they would talk on the phone. All his sex fantasies were pretty vanilla compared to some of the people he'd talked to. That one dude with the chicken fetish… Cas earned every fucking penny when he talked to that dude. Adam seemed like the kind of guy that if you were nice to him, he automatically thought you liked him until you had to reject him and then make yourself feel horrible. Cas hated those kinds of guys.

"So, who's your friend?" Alfie asked him as he came around the back of the counter.

"What?" Cas wasn't paying attention to anything but the front door. He was waiting for one of two people, but praying that the bowlegged one walked in first.

"Your friend that came by earlier?"

"Oh, Alfie, he's not my friend. Never answer any of his questions about me, okay?"

Alfie looked upset. "I told him that you worked today."

"It's okay, just don't do it again."

Alfie smiled, relieved Cas wasn't mad at him. "I won't, Castiel. I promise."

Cas went back to watching the door. It was a few minutes later when Dean walked in. Alfie greeted him like a normal customer and Dean blew right past him, heading straight for Cas who was walking around the end of the counter to meet him. Dean took Cas' face in his hands. "Are you okay?"

Cas brushed his hands away. "I'm fine, Dean."

"Don't I'm fine, Dean me. If you were fine, you wouldn't have called."

Cas sighed. Dean was right. Cas rubbed his forehead. He was starting to get a headache. "I just didn't know what to do."

"Well, I've already called the shop. They know I'm not coming in. I'm going to plant my sweet little ass in that corner over there and I'm not moving until you get off work."

Cas took a deep breath and sighed, thankful. Dean gave Cas a quick peck to the lips, causing the on looking Alfie's eyes to get as big as saucers. He quickly turned away and started cleaning random things.

"Thanks, Dean."

"You'll get me my usual?" he asked with a wink.

Cas smiled and nodded. "I'll even bring it to you."

"Now that's what I call service," he said, smirking at Cas.

Cas walked behind the counter and started fixing Dean his coffee. Alfie watched Cas for a minute before stepping up beside him. "Is he going to pay for that?"

"I'm going to pay for it on my break, Alfie. Don't worry."

"Is he… is he your…?" Alfie wasn't sure if he could say it out loud. Alfie grew up leading a very sheltered life. He was experiencing so many new things the world had to offer, but Cas was the first guy he'd ever seen kiss another guy. He'd heard about homosexuals, but never had the joy of experiencing them.

"My boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"Yes, he is."

Alfie's eyes got big again as he glanced over his shoulder at Dean before looking back at Cas. "He looks very angry. Is he angry all the time?"

"No. That's just his face," Cas joked with Alfie.

Alfie nodded, taking in the information as truth. Cas shook his head. Sometimes Casey and Cas talked about taking Alfie out on the town to let him actually experience what life was like, but they were scared it would kill him and neither of them wanted that on their conscious.

"No, Alfie. He's just upset. That guy that came in earlier is a problem for us."

"Oh! That's why he's here, because he said he'd come back?"

Cas nodded. "So, just ignore whatever happens when the guy comes back, okay?"

Alfie wasn't sure he could do that, but he felt so bad about telling the guy that Cas would be at work today that he'd do what he had to do to make it up. "Sure thing, Castiel."

Cas smiled at Alfie before grabbing Dean's coffee and a blueberry muffin and taking it out to Dean. "Here you go, sir. Your coffee and muffin."

"Thanks, babe," Dean said before smacking Cas' ass.

Cas looked over his shoulder as he walked away. "Dean…" he chastised.

"You like it," Dean told him, giving him a wink and making Cas blush. He loved that he could still make Cas blush.

Dean waited around for four hours. He had gone through three coffees, four muffins, taken six trips to the bathroom, and read every magazine that was laid out for the customers to enjoy while they drank. His leg hasn't stopped bouncing for the past thirty minutes and he was so bored he wanted to cry. Where was Adam? Cas only had an hour left before he got off work. Where was the bastard?

"Dean?" Cas asked as he walked up.

"Hey," Dean greeted him, smiling. They'd been busy for the past few hours and they'd finally slowed down. Just in time, too, because one more customer and Dean would've ripped the bell off the top of the door.

"Why don't you go back to work or something? I don't think he's going to show."

"As soon as I leave, he'll pull up. I'm not going anywhere."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. Just know that when we leave here, I'm probably going to go home and cook the biggest meal you've ever seen. I have so much energy. I could probably run home and make it there before you."

Cas laughed. "Maybe we should call Jess and Sam and see if they want to have dinner."

"That's a great idea. I'll call Sam."

Dean reached for his phone, but the bell over the door chimed once more. He raised his narrowed eyes up at the new patron and found the person he'd been waiting for all day. Adam locked eyes with Dean and stopped right in the door. Alfie tried to turn away from the scene, but he was far too intrigued.

Adam tried to make a run for it, but Dean – hyped up on the coffee – caught him before he made it out the door. Dean didn't touch him, just cut him off instead. "I thought I made myself pretty goddamn crystal clear when I said to stay away from here."

"This is a public establishment."

"Not when Cas is working."

"You can't tell me what to do."

Dean smirked. "Do you want to try me?"

"Look, I just came to see if Cas was still seeing someone."

"Listen to me real good, Adam. Cas is always going to be seeing someone, got it? Cas is never going to be single again. The day Cas is single is the day I'm dead, understand? And if that gives that psycho brain of yours any fucking ideas, just remember that if you try to kill me, you better fucking succeed," Dean told him, enunciating to get his point across.

Dean could tell he pissed him off. His eye twitched a little. Then Adam made a big mistake. He pulled his fist back, preparing to hit Dean. However, Dean moved a little faster than most guys, and a little faster than normal thanks to the coffee. Dean clocked him right in the nose. Blood started coming out of his nose before his ass landed on the concrete.

Cas and Alfie were watching from inside the store. Cas was smiling brightly as Alfie looked on in horror. "Cas, your boyfriend is…" Alfie trailed off, trying to find the right words.

"The best fucking thing in the world?"

"I was going to go with violent," Alfie told him as Cas walked out the entrance.

"Do I need to keep going?" Dean asked Adam as he got to his feet, pinching his nose as he tilted his head back.

"You're the fucking psycho!" Adam shouted in a rather nasally voice.

"No, I'm just protecting what's mine from someone that doesn't understand he can't have it. And if I find out you're sneaking around here again, I won't stop at just your fucking nose next time!" Dean told Adam as he hurried off to his car.

Dean turned around and found Cas standing there. His smile had reached maximum wattage after listening to Dean shout to anyone that could hear him that Cas was his. Cas stepped up and grabbed Dean's face, kissing him right on the lips. When Cas pulled away, Dean grinned at him. "What was that for?"

"I really like it when you do that whole knight-in-shinning-armor bit, and the fighting, which I assume you get from your mother's side of the family," Cas said, making Dean laugh. "And the rather large declaration kind of turned me on. And by kind of I mean a lot."

"Well, I can't have you horny. As a boyfriend, it's my duty to take care of any and all of your erections."

Cas laughed at him. "I get off in an hour."

"I could get you off right now…"

"I meant work," Cas told Dean, pushing him towards the street. "Go home. I'll be there shortly."

Dean kissed Cas. "I'll be naked and waiting."

"Yeah you will," Cas told him, winking at him before Dean turned and headed over to his car. Cas walked back inside to find Alfie still standing there. "Alfie? Are you okay?"

"Too much stimulation."

"Come on, kiddo. Let's get you a cookie," Cas gently grabbed Alfie's shoulders and steered him behind the counter where he gave him some orange juice and cookie. He hoped he snapped out of his daze soon. He didn't want to have to explain anything to his mother when she came and picked him up after work. Awkward… Cas thought.


So, I'm thinking two more chapters after this... the last one being so much fluff and sap and sweetness that I'll probably give the whole lot of you diabetes. You're welcome in advance.

Thanks for reading you beautiful creatures. Leave a review if you'd like...

Until next time. ^.^