Bacon and Morning Afters

by JimberlyShipper

So this is a Destiel fic that I wrote for my friend Michelle, whose birthday is today. Dean wakes up in a strange apartment and it has changed his life forever. It's completely AU, and it's human!British!Cas. There might be more but for now this is it.

5. In Your Love I Wanna Be Baptized

Chapter Five: In Your Love I Wanna Be Baptized

It's safe to say I'm lost
Without you in my arms
So I call your name and I pray you might
Come and watch over me like the pale moonlight
Until the sun comes back around

Take me down, take me down by the water, water
Pull me in till I see the light
Let me drown, let me drown in your honey, honey
In your love I wanna be baptized
Take me down, take me down by the water, water
I wanna be baptized

And the days and nights are cold
Without your body to hold
So I close my eyes hoping you'll appear
Cause it feels like grace everytime you're near, yeah
Don't leave, until the sun comes back around

A few days later, and Dean was allowed to go home. He was off the LVAD, but he had to keep still and calm, and not get stressed out. He was doing his best. Dean was getting packed up and ready to go, Cas was off signing his release papers. Jo was there to help get him home. Dean didn't know what he was going to do when he got home, but he was hoping that he and Cas would get some time alone. His family had been there just about every day at the hospital, and he wasn't sure that he'd seen Cas alone in awhile. Dean was longing to be alone with him. They had so much to talk about. Dean wished they could consummate their marriage, but he still wasn't supposed to get too excited about anything.

He cast his glance at Jo, who was packing up the few things he'd accumulated into a bag. It was a plan duffel bag, Dean didn't do the thrills thing. It was just that simple. Dean was practicing breathing off the LVAD, and so far, it was okay. He knew that it was still really dangerous, but he was starting to think that he might actually make it through this. Dean wanted to ask what Sam had said when she'd told him about the baby. He knew she had, Sam had been acting strangely the past couple of days. Dean knew him well enough to know it was because she'd told him that she was pregnant.

"Jo? Can I ask you something?" He asked.

That caused Jo to freeze in packing away some of Dean and Cas' clothes. She knew what he was going to ask. She made sure to keep her voice as calm as possible when she replied. "You can ask me anything, Dean, you know that." Jo braced herself, she knew it was going to be about Sam's reaction to the baby news. She didn't know what she was going to say, Sam wanted them to keep the news to themselves for awhile, and she also knew that Sam didn't know she'd told Dean.

"Although I know what you're going to ask." She said, finally turning her gaze to him.

Dean sat up in bed, he couldn't wait till the breathing tube was taken out. They'd made him have it in, if it was his choice, he'd have gone without it. He watched her as she folded clothes. "I am just curious about what Sammy said about the baby." He said, and he wondered if she would tell him the truth. "Although I know that because he didn't tell the rest of us, he wants you to keep it to yourselves for awhile." Dean said, still keeping his gaze on her. She was quiet, not just right now, but usually all the time. She was one of those observers.

It was honestly so Sammy to him. Dean brushed his hand over his unshaven cheek. It had been a few days, he was already starting to get a beard. Dean didn't mind, and he wondered what Cas would say. They hadn't discussed whether or not Cas thought facial hair was hot. Dean was of the mind that a few days stubble was okay but otherwise he wasn't so sure it was sexy. Whatever Cas wanted though was fine with him. Dean hadn't ever been with a man before, so he only had a woman's perspective on stubble or not.

"He does, want to keep it to us for awhile." Jo replied, finishing with the clothes and reaching for Cas' laptop. Jo shrugged. "If that's what Sam wants, it's okay with me. I've…." She was about to tell Dean something that she'd never told anyone before, including Sam. "Dean…. When…. When I was in high school…. I had a miscarriage." Jo managed to say, and her voice was shaking a little, but she managed to say it. It had been a long time since she'd been able to say it out loud, so that was progress for her. Jo didn't know what she was going to say if Dean asked her questions about it.

"Sam doesn't know, I would appreciate it if you didn't tell him." Jo said, keeping her voice low. She knew Cas was going to come back at any minute. He'd been gone for awhile, so she knew that the papers were most likely filled out, and he had had some questions for Dean's doctor, but those couldn't be taking too long. She didn't want Cas to know this either. Jo trusted Dean, and she knew that he would keep her secret. "The doctor said…. The doctor said that whenever I got pregnant after that, it was going to be dangerous."

Jo looked down at her hands then rather than look Dean in the eye. It was too much.

That was the last thing that Dean had expected to hear. He also knew what Jo expected him to do. He kept his gaze on her, watching her stare down at her hands. "Look, Jo, you don't have to tell Sam if you don't want to, at least, about the baby you lost…. But you should tell him that the pregnancy is going to be difficult. He deserves to know. I know that it's gonna be hard, but you have to tell him." Dean didn't even know how to contemplate that conversation, it was going to be hard, one of the hardest talks that Jo would ever have in her life, most likely. Didn't make it any easier to hear that it was going to be hard, either.

Dean was going to say more when Cas came back in, carrying some papers. Dean looked up at his husband. "What's those, babe?" He asked, as Cas came to a stop by Dean's bed. Dean wondered if he was all done and they could go. He so wanted to get out of here. It was the worst place. The hospital was not a place that Dean considered home, no matter how many times he ended up here. He didn't ever want to see this place again, and he knew that he was going to no matter how much he might not want to. He was tired of fighting. He knew that he had to, there were others that would be affected, not just him. But he wanted to give up. More than he had ever wanted anything. It seemed like an uphill battle. His fingers stroked his wedding band.

Cas could tell that there had been something going on here, but he didn't know what it was. He didn't want to ask, in case it was something that Jo and Dean didn't want to discuss while he was here. "They're just some papers on your treatment while we wait for a heart." Cas said, as Jo finished up with the packing. He looked at her. "Are we ready to go then?" He asked, wondering if Dean was okay. He could tell that something had gone on, but he didn't know if it was Dean or Jo that was the one that was suffering.

"All set." Jo said, meeting Dean's eyes. The man gave her a slight nod. Jo let out a sigh of relief, although not out loud. She did her best to keep it quiet so that Cas wouldn't hear. Jo lifted the canvas bag, all their items were inside, and she'd already double checked that they had it all. Jo didn't know what was going to happen when she told Sam the truth, but she knew Dean was right. She had to tell him that the pregnancy was going to be difficult. She wanted to be straight with him. She didn't want to lie. It wasn't what their thing was. They were always honest with each other.

"What did the doctor say?" She asked.

While Cas laid out what the doctor had said for Jo, Dean lay in the bed, watching them curiously. He didn't know what was going to happen with Sam, but he really hoped that Jo would keep him clued in. Jo was family, and she had been for awhile now. Dean watched as a nurse came to help him into a wheelchair. Dean hated to feel helpless, and he knew that this was hospital policy. He didn't even try to fight it, he just moved with the help of the nurse and Cas into the wheelchair. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and an old Columbia tee shirt. It was where Cas had gone to college.

Dean reached up and took Cas' hand. "If it's okay with you, I want to go to their place. Sam invited us to dinner to celebrate me getting out of the hospital." Dean didn't know what they were having, but he was sure it was something healthy. Dean was just going to have to get used to that. He didn't want to, but he knew that sometimes you had to do things you didn't want to do. Dean was not a healthy eater. That was Sam. Sam loved salads. Dean's favorite meal was a hamburger and fries. Better if it was a cheeseburger, or better yet, a bacon cheeseburger.

Castiel gave him a smile. "I know, I told them that we'd come." He said, he knew that Dean would want to go, so he hadn't asked him if it was okay. Dean was one who was easy to figure out, at least, from Cas' perspective. He didn't think that Dean was such a complicated person, although Cas knew that some people might think so because he didn't lay out all of his feelings on the line. Cas brushed his hand through his black hair and let go of Dean's hand reluctantly, he wanted to be the one to push him. Cas settled his hands on the handles of the chair and they left the room.

By the time they left the hospital, Dean was asleep. He'd had his meds before they left, and they tended to put him to sleep. Cas followed Jo to her and Sam's house, and Cas hated to wake Dean when they got there. "Dean? We're at your brother's." Cas said, touching Dean's shoulder gently. He knew that Dean was tired of being sick, and he wished that he could do something about it. Cas knew that Dean was going to make it through this. This was more than he could handle if that wasn't true.

Dean let Cas help him out of the car, and they headed inside. Much slower than Dean would normally have moved, but he didn't mind. It's not like he could change it. Dean went inside with Cas, holding his arm the entire time. Dean didn't know what he was supposed to do, but he knew that he was going to have a lot of fun being out of the hospital. Dean settled into an armchair in the living room, Jo was helping Sam put the hor d'oeuvres on the table. It was finger sandwiches and cheese and crackers. Dean wasn't a fancy eater, and they knew it.

Reaching for a finger sandwich, which appeared to be tuna salad, he watched as Cas gave Sam a hug and then sat on the arm of Dean's chair. Dean ate the sandwich in one bite and watched as Sam sat with Jo on the sofa. "What smells so good?" Dean asked, accepting a glass of sparkling grape juice. He was going to miss beer. He wanted to have some, but he knew that he had to watch it on the alcohol right now. Dean was determined to do what he was supposed to do, because he had Cas now. He wanted to be there for Cas. They were married and they were going to have a life together.

Sam replied, "I fixed coq au vin. You can have that. It's chicken and rice." Sam knew that Dean wasn't going to eat healthy without a fight, but Sam was going to work on him eating healthy. "We also have salad and strawberries and whipped cream for dessert. I know it's not pie, but you like strawberries." It was true, one of Dean's favorite pies was strawberry rhubarb. Sam wanted him to see that you could still have some semblance of life as you knew it even when you had to eat healthy.

He wrapped an arm around Jo's shoulders. He loved her. Sam wanted to tell Dean about the baby. He really did. He just wanted to sit with the idea for awhile before he told anyone. It was a big thing, having a baby. Sam sighed and looked at Cas. "So, are you two going to live together at Dean's or your place? I've got to admit, that your place is a lot better and a lot cleaner than Dean's place tends to be." Sam said, as Jo nodded. Sam was sure that Dean was going to complain, but honestly, he had to agree. It was just the truth. Sam didn't know what he was going to do about the baby. He couldn't take his mind off it for longer than 30 seconds. Sam had never thought that he would be a father. Now that it was happening, it was really freaking him out.

"We're going to move into my place, Dean's going to rent out his place till his lease is up." Cas said, reaching for the glass of sparkling grape juice that Jo handed him. She was even quieter than usual, and Cas wondered what that was about. Cas didn't want to ask her in front of the brothers though, he knew that she would act like everything was fine. Cas brushed his hand across his chin. He didn't know what he was going to do about the stairs at his place, Dean was going to have problems with stairs for awhile. Cas didn't want him to have to worry about anything till he got a new heart.

Cas reached down and took Dean's hand, holding it tightly. "I don't know that I want to make Dean climb stairs though, so I am thinking that our bedroom will temporarily be in the study downstairs I think." There wasn't much room for the bed, but Cas could move things around. "Actually, Sam, I was hoping that you would help me get things settled at my place. I hired movers to move Dean's things, and we're going to sell what we don't need. It actually wasn't so bad, we talked about what we were keeping and what we weren't."

Sam honestly was surprised, Cas was a good influence on Dean. Sam brushed his free hand through his long brown hair. Dean had been trying to get him to cut it for years. Sam didn't know what to do. He really didn't. It was going to be so scary, having a baby in the house. Sam knew that Ellen and John were going to be very happy though. It was their first grandchild. Before Sam could comment on that, there was the doorbell. Sam shared a look with Jo. They weren't expecting anyone.

He went to the door, and opened it. It was someone he hadn't seen in years. It was Charlie Tucker, one of Dean's old girlfriends. She was holding a toddler. She was looking at Sam with bright blue eyes. Charlie was short, only about 5'4, without her heels. Sam looked at her in surprise. "Um, hey, Charlie." He said, it was short for Charlotte. Sam wondered why she was here, and with a toddler in tow. She had her mother's blue eyes and brown hair, but something about her reminded Sam of Dean.

Charlie looked up at Sam. She was holding her daughter Frankie and a small bag with toys. "I went by John's and he said that Dean was here. I need to talk to him, Sam." Charlie said. She tucked some of her brown hair behind her ear, with one of her hands. Charlie didn't know what she was going to say to Dean, but the child she was holding was his. She hadn't told him because she wasn't sure that Dean was a kids guy. Plus, she hadn't wanted anything from him at the time. Charlie had been hurt by Dean and had wanted to get back at him.

"I know he's here. I also know that he's sick, and honestly, I don't want to upset him. But there's something that he needs to know." Charlie said, bouncing Frankie on her hip. Frankie kept her eyes on Sam, and Charlie wondered if Frankie was wondering if that was the man who was her father. Charlie hadn't ever really told her much. She hadn't wanted to lie to Frankie if she didn't have to. Charlie didn't want to make her hate her father, either. Not that Charlie hated him, but she didn't exactly think he was a good person.

Sam's eyes widened. He had gone to Stanford. He wasn't a stupid person. "Is that his child. Charlie? What the fuck? How old is she, three?" He asked, he hardly could believe it. He didn't want to tell her that was unfair of her, but it was on the tip of his tongue. Sam couldn't believe that she would do that to Dean. It was the worst thing that one of Dean's exes had ever done to him. Sam couldn't believe that Dean had had a child out there in the world that he didn't know about.

"You promised Dean that you weren't one of those girls, Charlie. You told him you'd never do that to him."

Charlie knew they couldn't have this conversation with Frankie in the hearing vicinity. "Is Jo inside?" She asked him, and when Sam nodded, Charlie said, "Frankie, come with Mommy a moment." She glared at Sam till he'd stepped aside, and Charlie went into the living room. Jo was there, and so was Dean and someone that Charlie only vaguely recognized. She looked to Jo. "Jo, hi, it's Charlie, you remember me?" When Jo gave her a nod, she set Frankie down next to the couch.

"This is my daughter Frankie. Sam and I need to have a discussion, and I need you to keep an eye on her for a few minutes while we do that." She said, and leaned down to look Frankle in the eyes. "Mommy is going to talk with Sam, okay? This is Jo, she's Sam's girlfriend. She's very nice, and Mommy trusts her." She said, and stood again, ignoring Dean and the man who seemed to be his partner….. They were both wearing rings, and what the fuck? They were holding hands…. Charlie was a bit taken back but the talk with Sam was more important than finding out the answer to that mystery right now.

She went back to the entrance way, Sam was waiting for her with his arms folded tightly. Charlie took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. "Sam, I know what I said, okay? I know that. I know that what I did is horrible. But…" Charlie took a deep breath, this was going to be hard for her to say. "I'm dying, Sam. I have a brain tumor. It's…. It's inoperable. I have to go to this place in Switzerland for treatment, and they've told me that I most likely am not going to leave the place alive." Charlie wasn't able to get this out without tears filling her eyes. She didn't know how else to put it. It was what was true.

It was a wonder that she was going to be able to pay for it, apparently she'd had a rich uncle who'd died, and left her so much money that it wasn't polite to talk about it in conversation. Charlie had put most of it in a trust for Frankie when she turned 18. Charlie didn't want her to have to worry when she got to be an adult, she had papers that Dean had to sign promising he wouldn't tell her about it until she was an adult so that she would still go through school and all of that. It may be wrong, but it was what she wanted to do. She wanted Frankie to be a person and not a trust fund kid. That was all things she wanted to tell Dean, not Sam.

Sam looked at her, his eyes widening. It was still hard to believe that she had done this to Dean, and a part of him wasn't sure that he could avoid yelling at her, even though it would be a crap time to do so. Sam didn't want her to die, and it was obvious from her expression that that was a real possibility. "Charlie, I don't know what Dad told you…. But Dean could die too. He has to have a new heart. What are you going to do with Frankie if he dies too?" It was the first time that Sam had said it out loud, and it felt wrong. Even if he knew that it was true.

"Do you know Dean is married now? That man in there with him, that's his husband. What are you going to do if Dean dies? You are essentially giving up your child to Dean. Is Cas going to have her taken away if something happens to Dean?" Sam was honestly worried that she hadn't thought about that. Dean wasn't going to like this as it was, he was really going to like it even less if Cas wasn't going to get to keep Frankie if something happened to Dean. Sam was going to be their champion if he had to be. Dean wasn't going to be a single parent in this, Cas was going to be Frankie's stepfather.

Honestly, that didn't surprise Charlie, she had seen how close that Dean was sitting with the other man. She had seen the rings. "Sam, don't turn this into some anti gay thing, okay? I hadn't planned on Dean having a wife, let alone a husband. But I'm not going to let Frankie be taken away from Cas, if that's what Dean wants." Now that she had heard the man's name, she remembered him from Harvelle's. "Castiel Novak, right? I haven't ever really talked to him, but I remember him from Harvelle's. I always thought he seemed like a nice man. This isn't some anti gay thing, okay, Sam?"

She didn't know that she blamed him for thinking so, Texas wasn't exactly friendly to gays. Charlie hadn't been raised here though. She'd moved here after college. She'd had some money to start a restaurant, which is what she'd always wanted. It just hadn't worked out for her. Charlie didn't even want to think about that failure. She folded her arms. "This is just, I want Frankie to have someone in her life. I was wrong to keep her from Dean all this time. You can hate me for that if you want. I can't stop you. I'm not trying to. I just want Frankie to have someone when…." She stopped, it was obvious what she meant.

They were stopped by Dean then, who had come out into the foyer with them. Dean looked at Charlie. He folded his arms. "Charlie, are you here because that girl in there is my daughter?" He asked, he may not have gone to college, but he wasn't a stupid man. "Because you promised that you weren't going to be that kind of girl. We talked about how I've had girls try and trap me before, and you promised that if you got pregnant, you'd tell me. That little girl is three years old." Dean said, he and Charlie hadn't been some great love, at least, he hadn't thought so, but they had had fun together. Dean hadn't thought they were forever, and he was pretty sure that Charlie hadn't thought so either.

"You did exactly what you said you weren't going to do, Charlie. Did you even give her my name? Did you tell her that she had a father out there who would have wanted to be in her life? She's three, Charlie. I missed three years of her life. I didn't get to see her first step, her first baby tooth come in….. None of it. I can't get that time back. I don't want to sue you for custody, but I could. This isn't right, Charlie. It's not. And you know it." Dean didn't know how she could have done this. He knew that she wasn't a bad person, at least, the Charlie he knew hadn't been one.

"You don't have to sue me for custody, Dean. I'm dying, okay? I came here to give you Frankie. I have to leave for Switzerland in two days. I have some papers with me, I am signing away my parental rights. I wouldn't do that if I had a choice." Charlie pulled some papers out of the bag she was carrying, and a set of keys. "I still live here in Dallas. Right downtown. I'm having my sister go by the apartment after I'm gone, she'll bring by Frankie's things. These papers have already been notarized, and I promise you, if by some miracle I live through this, no one is going to keep you from her, okay?"

All of that was hard to say, and Charlie didn't know how she managed to get it all out without tears. Charlie thought the more she said it, the more it would make it real. She met Dean's green eyed gaze head on. He looked like he was going to start crying. At least she had made him feel guilty for yelling. Even if she did deserve it. And she knew that she did. Charlie handed him the papers. "I signed it already. You can have a lawyer look it over, but I assure you, it's legal. I'm not going to try and steal her from you if I live through this. But Dean, this place in Switzerland…. They told me that I'm not going to leave it alive." Charlie took a breath. "I have set up a trust for Frankie for when she turns eighteen. There's papers there that I've also signed, and I need you to sign them. It just says that you won't tell Frankie about the money till she's 18. I don't want her to take her life easy because she knows that she has all that money waiting for her when she's an adult."

Dean honestly agreed with her on that. He wanted the best for her, and that included her going to school and graduating. He wanted to add that they could change it for when she was 25, she'd already have graduated from college by then, if she chose to go, which Dean really hoped that when the time came she would, she would have something to fall back on. Dean didn't want her to be a trust fund kid, and he knew that's why Charlie had done this, she didn't want that either. "Charlie… I'm sorry. I really am. I still think what you did was shitty… but I am sorry that you're going through this. I don't know that I agree that you aren't going to make it…. But if this is what you want, I'll go along with it."

He wanted to ask about Cas, and what would happen if he didn't make it, but he wasn't sure that he wanted to open that can of worms. However, he knew that he had to. "I don't know if Sam told you, but I'm married." He held out his left hand, showing her the ring sitting on his ring finger. "To the man you saw with me in there." Dean didn't bring up how much Charlie had done to avoid looking at him. He wasn't sure that that was a good idea to bring it up. Dean said, "I also don't know if Sam told you… you know I have a heart problem. Well, it's gotten worse. I am now on the list for a new heart. What if something happens to me? Is someone going to swoop in and try to take Frankie away from my husband?"

Dean knew that Charlie wasn't homophobic. Her own sister was bisexual, and last Dean knew, Lucy had been dating a woman. There wasn't that much on Charlie's side of the family. Her mother had left the family when Charlie was seven, and Lucy was 12. Charlie's father had started to develop a drinking problem. He had died six months to Dean meeting Charlie. Dean didn't know that he was going to not worry that someone would try and take Frankie from Cas. There was laughter coming from the living room, and Dean recognized one of them as being small and childlike. He knew that was Frankie. A small smile played on his lips.

"I just want to be sure that Cas is seen as an equal parent."

Charlie watched as Sam left the room to go back into the living room, let them talk this out. Charlie was glad for that. She looked up at Dean. She set the bag of Frankie's things on the table by the door. "I promise, no one is going to take Frankie from Castiel if something happens to you. Granted, Lucy still wants to be in her life, and she doesn't want to accept what is going to happen, but she has promised to go with what I want. She actually said that if you were married, she would help your partner adopt Frankie so that if something happened they wouldn't lose her. I know that it's hard to accept, but nothing is going to happen like that."

It was hard to accept, she knew that. None of this was how these things went. "Just, sign the papers about the trust, and I will get out of your hair. I told Frankie that I have to go on a trip. I will keep you informed of what's going on with me, and I have something in place that when…" She broke off a minute, and then when she was sure of her voice, she continued speaking. "When I… well, you know, someone will tell you. You can choose to tell Frankie whatever you want when that happens. She believes in God and heaven, thanks to my sister, so if you could tell her that I went to be with God, that would be best. However, I know that I can't dictate that, so I'm not going to try."

Dean knew that there was no point in arguing with Charlie. She was her own person, and she didn't like to be told she was wrong. He wasn't going to fight her on this. It was all so mind blowing, but honestly, Dean had thought for years he might have a kid out there. He had always been safe, but shit happened and you just couldn't plan for every little thing. He found the papers she was referring to, and signed them. He noticed that she had given Frankie his last name. That was something.

After that was done, Charlie said goodbye to Frankie, managing to get through it without crying, and left. Before she left, she made Dean promise that he wouldn't bring Frankie by the apartment in the two days before she left for treatment. She wanted this to be the last time she saw her daughter. Dean promised that he wouldn't. Right now, he was staring at his family, they were helping Frankie into a seat at the table. It was time to eat, Jo had fixed her some mac and cheese, it was her favorite. Dean couldn't believe it. That little girl in there was his.

A part of him wanted to demand a DNA test, but he knew that Charlie was telling the truth. He hadn't been with her longer than a year, but he knew when she was lying. Dean knew that she wasn't doing this because she had another choice. Dean honestly was wondering if Cas was going to run. When they had gotten married, kids had been on the table, but not a reality. He honestly was scared to death that Cas was going to demand a divorce, and he'd be left to raise Frankie on his own. He didn't want that. He wanted Cas there with him.

Speaking of Cas, he was walking up to Dean. Dean gave him a soft smile. "So? Isn't she gorgeous?"

Cas knew what Dean was afraid of. He wanted to reassure him that he wasn't going to leave him. "I'm not going to leave you, Dean. I know that you're worried about that. I promise you, I'm not going anywhere. What's yours is mine. We are married. That's forever. I know that it's scary, this whole thing…. But we're together. I am not going anywhere." Cas promised. He had already fallen in love with the little girl. She was so bright, and so funny. Frankie was a beautiful little girl. Cas didn't know what they were going to do with a toddler, but they would figure it out. This was good news.

"This is good news, Dean. I know that it doesn't seem like it, because of the circumstances, but this little girl is yours. You have to be there for her. You can't make up for the time that you lost, but you can get to know her now. She is so bright, and so funny. We're going to be amazing at this." Cas hadn't even had to tell Frankie that she had two dads, she had guessed. "She asked me if I was her daddy too. She is very astute." That honestly didn't surprise Cas. Dean was that way, she was just taking after her father, even if she didn't know him just yet. Cas thought she was going to be an amazing person.

Dean's eyes brushed with happy tears. He looked into his husband's eyes. "I love you, I love you so much." He said, and wrapped his arms around him, pressing his face tightly into Cas' neck. He sniffed, he loved to smell Cas' neck. He took another deep breath. He knew that they could do this. They loved each other. There were couples that had been together for ten years that weren't as rock solid as they were. Dean didn't know what he would do without Cas. "I don't know what I would do without you. I really really don't." He said, into Cas' neck. He pulled back and looked at him.

"Come on, let's go eat. We have our whole lives together." And as Dean reached down to take his husband's hand, he knew it was true. He was going to beat this. It was going to be alright.

Take me down, take me down by the water, water
Pull me in till I see the light
Let me drown, let me down in your honey, honey
In your love I wanna be baptized
Take me down, take me down by the water, water
I wanna be baptized

Author's note: SO. That came out of nowhere. The characters of Charlie Tucker and Frankie Tucker are mine, although in this fic it's Frankie Winchester. XD. I didn't see that coming, and I'm not sure what will happen with Charlie. But, I wanted to see Dean with a kid, so TA DA. I promise again, Destiel is gonna be rock solid, no matter what happens. And I also promise that Dean WILL NOT DIE. No matter what I have to do, he won't. Let me know your thoughts, and next chapter we're going to meet Lucy, Charlie's sister. Lucy's pb is Jordana Brewster, and Charlie's is Anna Kendrick, if you need faces to put to them. Anyway, that's all for now, and REVIEW AWAY!