1 year later

"Cas! You home yet?"

Dean hadn't seen Cas' car in the driveway, but that didnt mean he wasn't already home. His angel loved taking walks, runs, jogs, riding bikes or really any type of Excersise with a capital E. Since Dean was more into lifting weights and other excersises that involved staying in place, he would more often than not turn down Cas' request for them to go running or something else like that that made his skin crawl. However, Cas wasn't one to easily back down, which was one of the many things Dean loved about him. Regardless of Dean's acceptance of the fitness invite, Cas had made it a habit to take their young son along with him.

Dean continued through the house until he got to the kitchen. His heart almost melted at the site that greeted him.

There they were-his husband and son-sitting at the table. Cas was rocking Noah back and forth in his arms while humming a soft lullaby. Once Dean realized that the lullaby Cas was humming was "Hey Jude," the same song his mother use to sing him to sleep, he felt his heart cringe a little at the memory. Upon seeing Dean, Cas brought his finger up to his lips, indicating that he needed to be quiet. Dean now understood why Cas hadn't answered him and nodded in agreement.

Quietly, he tiptoed over to his family. He timidly put his hand in his son's ridiculously soft, dark brown hair, which was scarily similar to Cas'. It really was funny because somehow, even though he was adopted, Noah still had Cas' hair and Dean's bright green eyes. He gave Cas a small smile before he leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"Hello, Dean," Cas said before returning the smile.

"Hey Cas," Dean said. "How was your day?"

Dean took a seat while Cas told him the events that made up his day. Dean loved hearing about his day, but he didn't have the tolerance to listen to other people's stories. Cas, however, was special and therefore an exception. Dean listened intently as Cas told him that they went jogging in the park, stopped by the gardening shop whose owners are friendly with them, and then returned home to bake cookies. Dean smiled again when his story came to a close. Then, Cas asked him how Dean's day went. Dean gladly told him how he worked on a classic Mercedes-Benz at Bobby's shop for the better part of the day.

"Do you want me to take the lil' menace to his room?" Dean asked when he finished his story.

Cas nodded and carefully traded the toddler off to Dean. Noah sighed softly as his father adjusted him into a more comfortable position in his arms.

Dean went upstairs and turned to the left, towards Noah's room. Once he reached the room, he turned on the lights as he scanned the room. The salt lines on the windows were in tact, the Devil's trap underneath the crib was unscathed, the angel sigils on the walls were untempered with and so on.

Although he tried not to, everytime Dean entered his son's room he remembered how he and Cas had stayed up all night in his room when he turned 6 months. A shiver ran down his spine as he thought of what the yellow-eyed demon could have potentially done to their son if they hadn't been there to protect him.

Dean carefully laid Noah down into his crib and tucked him into the covers. He fondly watched as his son brought his thumb to his mouth and started sucking as he drifted back off to sleep.

He stayed there, almost hypnotized by the adorableness, and watched him for a few more minutes. When he felt a hand on his shoulder, he jumped and felt his body into fight mode, but only to calm down when he realized it was just Cas.

Cas joined him as they watched their son sleep, and Dean snaked an arm around his waist to pull him closer. As he kissed Cas on the forehead, he wondered what he could've possibly done to make his life as perfect as it was at that moment.