A/N: Okay, so sorry for the delay. lol. Kerstin Anneliese came into the world on July 6 at 6:25am at 7lbs 2oz and 19.5in long. She is perfect! My little angel. And on that note, this was ready to go the night before she was born, but I held onto it so I would have something to post during those first hectic weeks. I didn't want you guys to have to wait TOO LONG for an update. This ends part three, which only leaves part four to go! plus the epilogue. So, only about 10k words left to go, then I'm not sure how long the epilogue will be because I haven't decided how much to put in it yet, but... we'll get there. Enjoy! And don't forget to leave feedback! It's great to read during those 3AM feedings. :) Thank you so much for your prayers/thoughts/good feelings. We did great and are all feeling awesome. Kerstin's brothers and sister love her and our family finally feels complete! Thank you so much for your support. Now, enough rambling. On to the story!

Part Three D

Dean sat up straight in his chair, arm slung across the back of Cas's chair glaring at the blond woman in front of them. He was daring Hannah with his eyes to say something.

"Well, there are a lot of things we could discuss today, but I think there is one issue that we should address before we talk about anything else," Hannah finally spoke up.

"Actually, I don't really think that's necessary," Cas told her, voice cool and collected. Dean smirked. Let it never be said that his angel lacked a backbone.

"I'm going to have to disagree with you on that, Cas," Hannah told the other man.

Dean watched Cas narrow his eyes at the blond woman.

"What could you possibly have to say that would help?" Cas asked. Dean snorted at the shocked look on Hannah's face.

"Perhaps we could start with trust, then, shall we?" she asked after a tense silence. "Trust in a relationship is very, very important." She turned to face Dean. "Let me ask you a question, do you find it easy to trust people?" Dean raised an eyebrow at her question. That was an easy one to answer.

"No."

"And why is that, do you think?" Dean paused for a second.

"Because people are always out for themselves. No one thinks about the good of the many anymore, it's all about 'how can I help me?'," he told the therapist.

"That's a pretty jaded outlook on life. So, tell me this then: do you trust Cas?"

"With my life," he answered without hesitation.

Hannah turned her gaze to Cas.

"He has a lot of faith in you, and I know you care very deeply for Dean. I don't know why you don't wish to talk about what happened the other day, but betraying such deep trust will only hurt you both in the end," she told Cas.

Dean felt the angel tense beside him.

"I do not know why you insist on pushing this. If you really believe I care so deeply for Dean, why would you think I would not have been one hundred percent honest with him? Why do you believe we need to talk about something very private and personal? Do you believe we haven't spoken about the incident? I understand the point of these sessions but in this case, I really believe it best if you butt out," Cas told her, voice gaining strength with each word.

Dean brought his hand to the other man's shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

"I see," was all the blond woman said before turning back to Dean. "I'm glad you could be so understanding about this, but, please, remember that needing to talk about the situation is not a weakness."

"Right," Dean replied, refusing to say anymore.

"If you desire to speak to someone about fidelity, perhaps you should have this discussion with Mike and Tom," Cas spoke up, a smirk on his face that Dean wasn't used to seeing. Dean raised an eyebrow at his friend, wondering where Cas was going with this.

"What do you mean?" Hannah asked.

"I mean, perhaps you should speak to Mike about his unhealthy obsession with pleasuring himself while spying on your staff," Cas explained.

Dean had to fight the urge to burst out laughing at that. There was a story there, he was sure of it.

Hannah looked shocked at Cas's comment. Dean was proud of his angel for finding a way to shut her up.

"Well, that is definitely something I will bring up with the pair, thank you," she told Cas, glancing down at her notes and shuffling them nervously. She seemed to be at a loss for what to bring up next. Some professional she was.

Dean and Cas made their way back to their cabin in comfortable silence for a change. Hannah had been flustered for the rest of their session and for once they got off relatively painlessly. It was a nice change. Dean glanced over at his friend and noticed the pleased smile on the angel's face. It was nice to see.

"So, Mike and Tom?" he asked, wondering what the story was from earlier. Cas looked over at him and his face broke into an amused smirk.

"I stumbled upon Mike earlier when I was exploring the woods. He was masturbating while watching your brother repair a porch," Cas told him nonchalantly.

Dean stumbled at Cas explanation.

"Are you serious? Mike the Psycho Perv was beating it while watching Sammy?" he asked, trying to decide if he should laugh or gag.

"Beating...?" Cas asked, looking confused. "I don't..."

"Jacking off, jerking off, masturbating, beating his meat, whatever you want to call it," Dean explained.

"Ah, in that case, yes, he was. He seemed to think it was perfectly acceptable and far from a breach in trust in his relationship with Tom."

"Dude, that's just messed up," Dean muttered as they neared their cabin.

"I have to agree with you on that," Cas told him, offering a small, commiserating smile.

Dean returned the angel's smile as they climbed the steps up to their cabin door. The hunter pulled out his keycard and opened the door, letting the angel go in first. He noticed Cas rubbing absently at his neck and shoulder.

"You okay?" he asked his friend.

Cas turned around to face him, a confused look on his face.

"I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"You were rubbing your neck like it was bothering you," the hunter pointed out. Cas shrugged.

"I am a little sore still from my fall with Sam," the angel admitted.

"Well, here, sit down. I can rub it for you. If you get the kinks out early, it'll keep it from tightening up later."

Cas sat down on the bed where Dean was indicating.

"Thank you."

"No problem. We've got time to kill 'til Sammy gets here anyway."

Dean moved to kneel on the bed behind his friend. Cas let his head drop down towards his chest, offering his neck up to the taller man. The hunter reached out and gently started to knead the angel's shoulders. He was careful not to put too much pressure on the tender muscles at first. He would work his way up until he could loosen the knots he felt in his friend's shoulders.

Cas let out a low moan that caused Dean's dick to stir in his jeans. For fuck's sake! Being around his angel was like being back in high school. He was apt to pop a boner every time the wind blew!

"Feel good?" he asked, pleased with how normal his voice sounded.

"Yes. Very," Cas mumbled, rolling his head from side to side. Dean had a sudden urge to press his lips to the pale skin between Cas's curling dark hair and the collar of his t-shirt.

"I can get you some more aspirin if you need it before we head over to Alec and Jack's," Dean offered, ignoring his urges.

"That might be wise, thank you," Cas responded. A knock on their door stopped Dean from saying anything else. He patted his friend on the shoulder before getting up to let his brother in.

"Hey, Sammy," Dean greeted, stepping back to let the taller man into the cabin. His brother walked through the door and waved to Cas before returning his Dean's greeting.

"Hey. How was your share and care time?" the other hunter asked with a teasing smile.

"Shut up. It was great. We sat in a circle and sang Kumbuya," Dean replied. He heard Cas chuckle from behind him and he smiled, pleased to have made the angel laugh.

Sam laughed outright at his response.

"You know, knowing Hannah, I could actually believe that."

Dean led his brother over to their small kitchen table and sat down opposite the taller man. He watched Cas stand up from the bed and make his way into the kitchen area.

"Would you care for a soda, Sam? I'm afraid we don't have beer to offer you," Cas called out with his head buried in the refrigerator. Dean watched his brother raise an eyebrow at him. He had no idea what the teasing grin on his brother's face was for.

"Sure, soda would be great, Cas," Sam answered. The angel came over to the table with three cans of soda. He sat one before both brothers before opening the third for himself. Cas sat down in the seat to the right of Dean, facing Sam. The older hunter instinctively reached under the table and gave the angel a reassuring squeeze on the thigh. He watched Cas give him a curious look before turning back to Sam.

Sammy was wearing the largest shit-eating grin he'd ever seen.

"What?" he had to ask, voice a bit harsher than he meant for it to be.

"Nothing. So, Hannah?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. What did ya find out? Spill," Dean ordered. Sam looked at Cas, then back at him before launching into his short story.

"Well, where do I start?" he asked. "She definitely was, at some point, trying to get pregnant. The cabinet under the sink in her personal bathroom was packed full of ovulation tests, pregnancy tests, herbs known to increase fertility, pretty much a 'get me knocked up' stockpile.

"I also looked into her history. She and her husband split almost six years ago, so, it's not him who's apparently doing the knocking," Sam told them.

Dean glanced over at Cas and watched as the angel tilted his head in a very familiar way.

"That is all very incriminating," the angel said. "Do we know anything more about the goddess or the ritual required to summon her?"

"That's my next goal. Bobby's looking into it as well and he's gonna give me a call this evening so we can share notes," Sam explained.

"Awesome. Let's catch this bitch," Dean spoke up, taking a gulp of his soda.

"That's the game plan. We still have a few days until the full moon, but the quicker we can figure it out, the better I'll feel," Sam told them, finishing off his own soda. Cas stood up and wordlessly took the empty cans into the kitchen to dispose of them. Dean noticed Sam wearing his goofy smile again.

"What?" Dean finally had to ask.

"It's just... it's cute, that's all, seeing you two all domestic. You actually look pretty comfortable. It's nice," Sam told him. Dean felt his good mood evaporate. Sam was seriously confused apparently.

"Oh, don't even, Dean. I know where you're going. Stop. It's okay to actually enjoy yourself here for a few days. You've earned a days rest," Sam told him. Dean opened his mouth to answer but stopped when Cas returned to the table.

"Well, I am off to repair one of the bridges on the Pond of Tranquility, or whatever the hell Hannah calls it," Sam told them, standing up from the table. That comment triggered a memory from earlier.

"Oh, Sammy, by the way, you might want to keep an eye out for peeping toms... or, Mikes, I guess," Dean warned him with a smirk.

"Huh?" Sam asked, brows drawing together in confusion.

"Apparently you have an admirer," Cas spoke up, joining in on the teasing. Sam's gaze passed between the two men.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, apparently Mike, short spiky hair, really crass, unbelievably gay, has a little crush on the handy man. Likes to whip it out and rub one off while spying on the hired help," Dean explained, bursting into laughter at the shocked and disgusted look on his brother's face. He looked over and found his angel wearing an evil smile.

"I'm sure he and his partner wouldn't mind if you joined them sometime, Sam," Cas told his brother. Dean's laughter bubbled up again at his angel's joke.

"Dean! You're a horrible influence on him!" Sam sputtered, face full of shock.

"Hey, I happen to be pretty proud of how far he's come," he told his brother, offering Cas a pleased smile, which the angel returned.

"Okay, on that note, I'm going to leave you two lovebirds alone," Sam told them, quickly rushing out of the cabin and slamming the door behind him. Cas blushed at the younger hunter's parting words.

Dean clasped a hand to Cas's shoulder.

"Dude, that was awesome," he told the other man.

Dean relaxed into the lounge chair on the back deck of Alec and Jack's cabin. Mouth-watering smells were coming from the closed grill on the edge of the deck and he couldn't wait to try the burgers he saw Jack preparing earlier.

Jack plopped down in the lounge chair and offered him a cold bottle of beer.

"Thanks," Dean told the other man gratefully.

"Rough day?" Jack asked.

"Dealing with that Hannah woman always equals rough," Dean muttered.

"Yeah, I have to admit, she's not quite what I expected when Alec booked this trip, but at the same time, not everything she says is a load of bull," Jack pointed out.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Some stuff she's brought up has got me thinking. She got me and Alec to talk about some issues I didn't even know we had."

"Then I guess she's not all evil," Dean replied with a smirk.

"It looks like she's helped you guys some, too," Jack pointed out.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, starting to feel uncomfortable with the direction this discussion was going.

"When we first got here, you guys looked so uncomfortable together, I hardly believed you were a couple," he explained. Dean shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Gee, wonder why that was? Oh, yeah, because they weren't a couple. Dean paused at that thought. Hell, they aren't a couple still so what's the difference? Jack seemed to know what Dean was wondering.

"You guys seem comfortable around each other now. You seem... happy," he explained. That didn't make Dean feel much better. "I'm glad."

The hunter just offered his friend a smile before taking a gulp of his beer. He needed the alcohol desperately right now.

Cas and Alec came out of the cabin carrying bowls of salad and what smelled like mashed potatoes. They were laughing at something and it caused Dean's stomach to do an odd flop. It was nice to see his angel so happy and carefree, for once not having the weight of Heaven and Earth on his shoulders.

Cas turned around after he'd set his bowl down on the table they'd set outside and gave Dean a dazzling, happy smile. He couldn't help but return the gesture.

"All right, you two, no eye fucking," Jack told them, bursting out in laughter when Cas blushed a dark red. "You two are seriously too fun."

"Shut up," Dean told him, tossing a wadded up napkin at the other man's head.

"Oh, that's mature," Jack said with a laugh.

"What can I say, you bring out the worst in me," Dean quipped.

Jack let loose another laugh before pushing himself up and out of the chair.

"Burgers should be ready," he told the group.

"Awesome," Dean replied, standing up and walking over to stand beside Cas. The other man bumped shoulders with him. Dean leaned slightly into his friend.

"Help yourselves," Alec announced as he placed the plate of burgers on the table.

Dean laughed again at the way Cas was eyeing the plate full of greasy patties.

"Dude, stop staring and grab one," he told the other man, grabbing a paper plate and loading it up. Cas watched for a second before he began to fill his own plate.

Dean walked into the dark cabin, Cas a nearly dead weight against his side. He should have known better, should have kept a closer eye on his friend, should probably stopped him after the third, or maybe the fourth, beer.

But he didn't. And now, now his angel was shit-faced drunk. He wasn't sure how they'd made it back from Alec and Jack's without him having to carry the other man.

"Okay, Cas, gotta help me out here a little," he told his friend, sitting him down on the edge of the bed and encouraging him to sit up on his own so he could at least get his shoes and jeans off. He knew he'd be a lot more comfortable that way.

Cas managed to sit on the bed without toppling over as Dean untied the boots the angel was wearing and quickly slipped them off. When he moved up to undo the button and zip on his friend's jeans, Cas's hand came down to cover his. He glanced up and met dark, blown pupils, slightly unfocused from the copious amounts of beer the other man had consumed.

"Trust me, man, you wanna get these jeans off before you lay down," Dean offered, trying to move his hand beneath Cas's.

"I trust you with many things, Dean, but removing my clothing might be one area I should reconsider," Cas slurred. Dean paused at that.

"Dude, I'm not gonna molest you, I'm just trying to help you get comfortable."

"What if I want you to?" Cas asked, voice weak and unsure. Dean's gaze shot back up to meet Cas's.

"Yeah, well, ask me again when you're sober." Cas snorted at that. Dean stared at the slightly swaying figure before him and was disturbed when his mind went back to the Cas he'd met briefly from the future. The man who sat before him reminded him too much of the broken shell he'd found there.

"Having a drunk partner to warm your bed never bothered you before," Cas spoke up, something odd in his tone.

"Yeah, well, when it's a meaningless, nameless fuck, then their sobriety isn't that important, but... I'm not gonna do that with you," he told the angel.

"I don't understand your rules," Cas huffed at him.

"What do you mean?"

"You are confusing," was all Cas said.

"At the moment, I could say the same about you. But, seeing how you're pretty trashed, you have an excuse."

Dean finally managed to get Cas's pants unbuttoned and the zipper down. He helped the angel shimmy out of them but before he could suggest the other man get comfortable, Cas surged forward, slamming their lips together in a sloppy, desperate kiss. Dean gave in for a moment before reminding himself that he was not going to take advantage of his very drunk friend.

"Cas, no. Trust me on this," he pleaded.

Cas gave him a broken look.

"I cannot figure you out, Dean Winchester," Cas told him, flopping back to lie on the bed.

"Yeah, I've heard that before," Dean muttered, standing up to change his own clothing.

"I lied to you," Cas spoke up, causing Dean to whirl around and stare at the prone figure on the bed.

"Huh?" he asked, not sure what the angel was on about now.

"I lied," he said simply.

"Uh, yeah, we've established that. About what?"

"When I said I didn't have any feelings to hurt," he slurred, eyes fluttering.

Dean froze, confused and unsure about what the angel was trying to say.

"You are insufferable, annoying, confusing and at times a pain in my ass, yet... I find myself pulled to you each time," Cas muttered, eyes finally falling closed. Dean just stared at the snoring man. What the hell had Cas just admitted to?