The Cradle Will Fall
Part Two
When Sam woke next, it was morning and the sun was softly leaking through the threadbare curtains that covered the window of his room. Gabriel lay next to him, awake and watchful.
"How are you feeling?" the Archangel asked seriously, not a hint of laughter in his voice.
"Okay," Sam answered honestly. "Much better, really. Thank you."
"You wanna tell me what last night's drama was about?" he asked, eyes boring into the hunter.
Sam sighed. He should have known an interrogation was on the agenda after calling the angel the way he did.
"Nothing, really. I've just been having these dreams. Not that unusual for me but last night's was... pretty intense," he explained.
"Intense? Sam, you were a mess. There was a... dark taint all around you. The whole room reeked of it."
The angel stared at him. He could see a battle raging behind his golden eyes, as if he wasn't sure if he should ask his next question.
"Sam, what have you been getting into?"
"Nothing! I swear," the hunter spit out vehemently when the other man asked the one question he knew Dean would demand if he was honest with his brother. He had hoped the Archangel wouldn't have jumped to the same conclusion. "You don't believe me? Read my mind."
Gabriel stared at him silently for a minute before answering.
"No, Sam, I trust you. The hint of darkness I could sense last night is gone now. If you were dabbling in that mess again, it would still be on you."
Sam slumped in relief. He didn't realize how much Gabriel's trust meant to him until that moment.
"How long have you been having dreams like these?"
"Since Daniel was born," Sam admitted with a sigh.
"Six months! Sam, why the hell didn't you tell anyone?" the angel demanded.
"I did tell someone! I just didn't tell you," Sam bit out, annoyed at being treated like a child. He watched as a hurt expression flashed across Gabriel's face.
"You should get up, get a shower. Cas and your brother are running over to Michigan to deal with a Shtriga, we're on babysitting duty," Gabriel reminded him, voice tight and emotionless.
"Gabe, I'm sorry. It's not... I mean, I wasn't keeping it from you. I didn't even tell Dean really, he just sorta figured it out. I don't want to talk about it. I keep thinking they'll go away."
"And if they don't? What if they mean something? What if they're a warning?"
"That's what I'm afraid of," Sam muttered. "Look, I'll talk to Dean, will that make you happy?"
The Archangel stared at him for a minute, all traces of the mischievous Trickster gone from his demeanor.
"You could talk to me," he told the hunter quietly.
Sam was surprised. Until last night, they'd had a pretty strict no talking rule when it came to... whatever it was they were doing.
"Okay. Yeah, I mean, whatever you want to know, I'll try to tell you. I need a shower first, though. Are you headed downstairs?"
"Nah, I'm gonna pop out for awhile. I'll be back before they leave. Then we'll talk."
"Oh. Okay. I'll see ya then."
"Call me, if something isn't right," the angel ordered before fluttering off.
Dean slowly woke up to a warm weight on his chest and a hand wrapped tight around his cock. Cas was languidly stroking his erection, seeming content to keep the pace easy and light.
"Hmmm... this is a nice way to wake up," Dean commented, turning his head to seek out the angel's lips.
The last six months had been some of the best times he ever remembered. Cas had really embraced being a dad and living the mortal life. Unlike the last time the angel had gone native, this time he retained all of his power and occasionally made trips up to Heaven. That came in really handy with their hunting career that they had kept very much alive.
They went in shifts, always leaving at least two people home with Daniel. It was different, but it worked, and the best part? Dean was happy.
Cas pulled back from the sweet kiss and smirked at the hunter.
"I was wondering how long I would have to keep this up before you woke," his partner told him, increasing the pressure on his strokes.
"If you wanted me awake, there are much easier ways."
"But none that are as enjoyable as this."
Dean couldn't help smiling. Cas had definitely embraced the physical side of their relationship over the last few months. His angel could get pretty creative in the sack.
Unfortunately, Dean was pretty sure they didn't have time for much this morning. Daniel usually woke up with the rising of the sun. It had to be some weird kind of Karma that cursed Dean with a house full of early risers. Cas seemed to read his mind.
"I'll be quick," he offered before slipping down and swallowing Dean's cock in one go.
"Fuck, Cas!" Dean hissed, feeling the head of his dick hitting the back of the angel's throat. The other man's hand came up to caress his heavy sack. Dean watched, mesmerized as the angel's head bobbed up and down his erection. He moaned when Cas's tongue circled the head, his own hands falling onto the dark head moving over him.
Cas hummed as he lightly squeezed Dean's balls and the hunter was gone.
"Shit," Dean whispered as he spilled down the other man's throat. After Cas pulled off, Dean pulled the angel up and smashed their lips together. The shorter man frantically rubbed his leaking cock against Dean's hip. The hunter reached down and grasped the hard dick and Cas was coming, stripe after stripe wetting Dean's side and stomach.
As they both panted in the aftermath of their orgasms, a little voice caught Dean's attention.
"Dada?" Daniel called out from his crib.
"We really should look at getting him his own room," Dean muttered, knowing it was something they had talked about but couldn't figure out how to pull it off.
"Yes, we really should," Cas agreed, standing up, somehow completely clothed once more. The angel walked over to Daniel's crib and picked up their son. Dean reached over for his boxers that Cas had mojo'd off of him earlier. Slipping them on, he threw the covers back and stood up to give Danny his good morning kisses and snuggles, thankful that Cas had zapped them both clean.
"Hey, buddy," Dean greeted their little boy. Daniel was only six months old, but he looked and acted somewhere between a year and eighteen months old. He was already saying quite a few words and had been trying to take a few steps. He was growing up way too fast.
"Dada!" Daniel squealed, little arms reaching out for the hunter.
"Papa and I have a little trip to take today. You gonna have fun with Uncle Sammy and Uncle Gabe today?" Dean asked his son.
The little boy smiled brightly at his question.
"Sa sa an' Gab," Daniel said, clapping his chubby little hands.
"Yup," Dean agreed, smile firmly in place as he sat Daniel down on their bed so he could get dressed. He glanced up and met Cas's eyes. The angel's blue orbs sparkled with happiness. Yep, Dean would have to say he loved his life. He staunchly ignored that niggling doubt in the back of his mind that said it couldn't last. He'd fight tooth and nail to make sure it did.
Sam was fixing himself a bowel of cereal when Cas, Dean and Daniel came down to the kitchen. He watched his brother set Danny down in the highchair before offering the baby some Cheerios from the box he still held. When Daniel bounced in his chair and clapped his hands, Sam took that to mean yes.
His brother walked over to the old fridge and pulled out the milk, fixing Danny a sippy cup. Sam smiled at the domesticness of it. He used to think they couldn't have both, the white picket fence life and the hunter life, but Dean and Cas were proving him wrong and he was happy about it.
"You guys got everything ready?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Packed up a bag last night. We're going via angel express, so don't really need to do anything with the Impala," Dean answered.
"Great. You guys think you'll be back by tonight?"
"I don't expect it to take longer than one day," Cas replied. Sam glanced at his brother and found him blushing.
"Uh... actually, would it be too much trouble to watch Danny until tomorrow?" his brother asked.
Cas looked up, confusion evident on his face.
"Dean? It won't take..."
"Sure. Not a problem," Sam answered, cutting the angel off. Dean obviously had plans for tonight that had nothing to do with hunting.
Dean gave him a relieved smile. Sam knew Cas and his brother were strapped for alone time, what with Daniel still sharing their room and all, but really, where else could they put him? Bobby only had so much room and they were currently taking up every spare inch of it.
"Just take a break tonight, guys. Danny and I'll be fine, won't we bud?"
"Hey, does that mean I'm not invited to this party?" Gabriel's voice sounded directly behind him. He could feel the angel's breath puffing on his neck with every word.
Sam was embarrassed to realize his body was starting to respond to the nearness of the Archangel. He nonchalantly moved away from the other man, willing his body to behave.
He hadn't seen any reason to let his brother in on the change in his and Gabriel's... friendship and wasn't about to get into it now. He didn't think it was any of Dean's business who he was screwing. It wasn't like they were in a relationship or anything. They were just fucking around and Dean didn't need to know about that.
"Gab!" Daniel called out excitedly.
"Hey, Munchkin! Ready to have fun while Daddy and Papa are working?" the shorter man asked, huge smile firmly in place.
"Fun! Ticks?" the little boy asked.
"Tricks? Seriously, Gabe? Tell me you aren't teaching him how to play pranks on people," Dean asked, trying to hide the grin on his face.
"Would he be your son if he didn't get into a little mischief every now and then?" Gabriel asked innocently.
"Just nothing too... gory," Dean warned.
"Hey. Who do you think I am?" the ex-Trickster asked.
Dean just raised an eyebrow. Gabriel shrugged.
"Point taken," the angel conceded.
"We really should be leaving," Cas pointed out. Dean sighed then leaned over to give Daniel a kiss on his dark head.
"Alright. Be good, Buddy."
"Be careful, Dean. Call us if you need backup," Sam told his brother, clasping a hand on his shoulder.
"Will do. Watch him around my kid," Dean warned but there was no heat in his words or the gaze he shot the other angel.
"You know I will."
With one final kiss and hug for Daniel, Dean and Cas headed out. With a flutter of wings, the hunter and the angel were gone.
"So, how long will the lovebirds be gone for?" Gabriel asked, sitting down next to his nephew and turning his Cheerios into random shapes.
"They're staying the night. Think they need some alone time," Sam told him.
Gabriel leered at him.
"I bet they do. Bobby out?"
"Yeah. He's in Mississippi looking into a vamp nest. At least, we think they're vamps. There's been some pretty odd stuff going on lately."
"I know. I think it's Eve. We think she's calling all her monsters to her. No idea why though."
"Yeah, we were kinda guessing she might be behind it somehow."
"How's your head?" Gabriel asked, changing the subject.
"Better. Just a minor headache now."
"I can ward your dreams tonight and tomorrow I'll look for something more permanent."
Sam thought about that for a moment. A part of him was relieved at the chance to have a peaceful nights sleep and not have to deal with the mystery woman, but a part of him was sad to not see the little girl again.
"You're staying the night?" he asked, trying to get his mind off brown hair and hazel eyes, so innocent and trusting.
"Duh. You think I'd leave you alone with Daniel while whatever is going on inside your head?"
Sam's heart sunk. Of course, Daniel. He should be the most important issue, but for a minute Sam had thought Gabriel was staying for him. He needed to stop thinking like that, it wasn't part of their arrangement.
"Right, thanks," Sam told the Archangel, a small tight smile on his face.
"Hey, we'll figure it out, Sammy, I promise."
"Yeah," Sam replied, turning back to his now soggy cereal.