Cas found himself nearly prancing about the kitchen as he baked, wondering what time Dean would be back. He beat at four eggs in a bowl and looked to the side door in the kitchen as it opened. "Hi, Baby." He smiled. There he was! Dean had come in through the garage. "Hey, you cookin?" He asked, planting a light kiss on his cheek. "What's all this for?"

"Baking makes me happy." Cas replied nonchalantly. "And I know you like pie, so I've got one in the oven for you." He glanced the other half of the kitchen, his attention half way still at the bowl in his hands. He held it to his stomach and started to whip faster. "It should be about ready to come out, actually. Can you grab me the oven mits?" He asked, as he set the bowl down.

Dean waved him off. "I got it." He took it out and set it on a cooling rack, so it's heat wouldn't burn away at the counter top. "Thank you. This looks awesome."

Cas chuckled. "Let it cool first." Dean sighed, and pulled out his phone, to check his messages. "I paid the mortgage bill today. I need to run out and pay the water and the gas." He said. "Bills are stressful."

"Did you set a reminder on your phone?" He laughed. "Oh goodness."

"I'm forgetful!" He tried to justify himself, tangling his arms around Cas torso from behind. "It's better to be safe than sorry, I think." He shrugged.

"I suppose. Think you'll be back in time for lunch with Sam and Jess?" He asked.

"Oh, that's today isn't it?" He let out a gust of air. "Oh god. Um, yeah. What time?"

Cas set the bowl down on the table again and turned to face Dean. "You're a mess." He smeared some of the cookie dough onto Dean's nose.

"You're a mess." He teased, attempting to tickle him. Cas squirmed and let off small giggles, leaning into Dean. "You're gonna get more on you, quit, quit!" He smiled, kissing him softly. "They should be here around two thirty, so get going." He shooed him.

Dean nodded, and pecked his lips before leaving. Cas continued on about his day until Jess knocked at the front door. As always, she was smiling and happy. "Oh my goodness, this house looks amazing! Did you guys pick out that color?" She asked, stepping inside and hugging Cas as best she could with his hands covered in dough and sugar. He nodded his head. "Yeah, Dean did, actually. I thought the blue made the wall trim stand out really nice." He added.

Sam stepped in not long after and patted Cas' shoulder as a greeting. "Heya, Cas. Dean here? I didn't see his car."

Cas took a few steps toward the kitchen. "He's paying a few bills but he should be back here soon. Yeah, there he is." He said, pointing through the kitchen window. "Jess, if you'll gimme a second to wash my hands I'll show you the rest of the house."

Jess smiled, holding her hands together at her chest. "Yes, yes, yes! Sam and I are looking at houses now, so, I'm trying to see what looks good where, and with what colors. It's all so exciting." She smiled again, but this time, beamed up at Sam. Her eyes gleamed, and her cheeks were pink and shimmering in golds and healthy yellows. Her near white hair was in flowing locks all around her face and shoulders. She seemed so in love, just like that first college football game they'd met at, at Stanford. Cas always wanted to look as in love as she looked. He was happy he'd gotten Dean back, for that.

Cas finished cleaning off his hands and made his way down the hall with Jess. "This is the bathroom," He said, flipping the light on. "We're almost done putting tile down, but we're sorta going for an earthy, ocean feel. That's why we have this curtain, with these towels. It's going to have a pale green around the mirror here, but the rest'll be white or bright blue. We're trying to find a few more mirrors. Dean likes them." He laughed a little. "Oh, and this is Dean and I's room. It's my favorite, because it's so open. Look, there's the balcony here, and the garden is just outside of the main yard, see?" He pointed, bringing her to the deck.

She was marveling over everything she'd been shown. "This house is so beautiful... I know I could never afford anything like this, but-"

"You and Sam just graduated from harvard a few years ago. Yeah, 'ya can." He rolled his eyes, "But continue."

"I just... I'm so glad you two are happy. I'm so glad that you and I have come so close, and I'm glad our boys are talking again. I hate when they fight..."

Cas sighed. "I know. I guess Dean was just afraid to tell Sam about me." He offered. "I'm sorry."

She shook his head. "Have you heard from Ben's worker?"

Cas nodded. "He was in a home for a while, but was sent back for reassignment. He's just sort of floating right now. He's ours, we just gotta sign some papers."

She hugged Cas around his neck. "Cas, that's great! That's awesome! Has he been here, has he seen the house?" She asked. "Where's his room?"

"Well, he's about to turn 13, so it's bound to get messy pretty quick, but this is his room." He opened the door at the end of the hall. It had a bed, a gaming system or two already ready to go, and a dresser full of clothes. Dean was ready to be a father, and that was clear. There was a ball and glove in the closet, along with a soccer and football. Cas smiled, showing her the closet. It had coats of all types, and a few books on the upper shelf. "Dean wants him with us pretty bad."

He sat on the bed, watching Jess explore. "He's been here a few times, with his worker. He's not angry with Dean. He never got to talk to his mom about things, and doesn't know who his real dad is, but Dean and him, they've talked, for hours about things. You'd think he'd be bitter over things, but he's really not. He's a good kid. I can't wait to have him here." He smiled.

"So, does he like you alright?" He asked.

"We're working on that." He laughed.

Dean pushed the door open, and observed the occurrences in the room. "What're we working on? This room's done, isn't it?" He said, growing a little flustered. "I thought we were done..."

"Oh," Cas rose from the tightly made bed. "The room is done, I just meant about the him liking me part."

Dean shook his head, and kissed Cas' temple. "He does like you." He hugged Cas and then went to give Jess a hug too. "Nice to see you, Jess." Cas rolled his eyes. Ben and Cas got along, but Ben hadn't exactly warmed up to him yet. Cas understood, and he was ready to start this family with Dean the right way, but Cas didn't know what to do when it came to kids.

"You too. Your Cas is quite the cook." She said.

"Did you take some cookie dough too?" He smiled over at her devilishly.

Cas pushed Dean. "Dean! Keep your fingers out of my cookies!"

"But I like having my fingers in your cookies." Dean replied, kissing him on the lips. Cas' eyes narrowed. "You're gross."

Jess giggled, and hooked arms with Cas as they walked back to the kitchen.