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198. Decisions

"What?" Dean exclaimed. "You're what?"

"It's for the best, Dean," Sam said. "We're gonna have a kid. This isn't the place for one."

"But this is your home, Sammy!" Dean argued. "You can't just pack up and move out!"

"Don't you want to be alone with Cas without us always interrupting you?" Sam said. "You're always complaining that you never get alone time with him these days."

"I want you here more!" Dean snapped. "You're my brother!"

Sam smiled sadly.

"I know, Dean. It's not like we're moving to the other side of the country! We'll still be nearby. But Rose's parents have started asking why they never visit us and they're gonna want to see their grandkid. We can't really bring them back here, can we?"

Dean crossed his arms stubbornly.

"I still don't like it."

"I know. If I could, I would stay here. But come on. Is this really any place for a kid?"

"We could kid-proof the place," Dean argued.

"Yeah, we could. But there's still all that other stuff. I'm sorry, Dean."

He picked up the cardboard box at his feet and left to go and pack up his room. Dean remained rooted to the spot, not moving until he felt a pair of arms encircle him from behind.

"Sam's right," Cas said, pressing small kisses to the nape of Dean's neck. Dean closed his eyes and melted back into his angel's touch. "You have to let him go, Dean."

"I know," Dean mumbled. "But what if – y'know –"

"It won't be like last time," Cas said firmly. "It won't be like Stanford. Sam is still nearby and wants to remain in touch with you. He wants you to be a proper uncle to his child."

Dean nodded softly.

"We could get a place near him and Rose," he said suddenly. "We could use the bunker for research or something."

"Dean," Cas said sharply but gently. "If we do move out of here then I want it to be because it no longer feels like home. Be honest with me. Do you really want to leave this place?"

Dean sighed and shook his head. He couldn't! It was home! It was where he slept half-naked rather than fully dressed and drank coffee in actual mugs instead of bottled bear all the time and had all these memories with Cas and he couldn't just give up the bunker!

"You will see him again," Cas said firmly. "And since he is most likely choosing to give up hunting to raise his child, I think that there is a higher chance of him not 'dying on you again'."

Dean chuckled at Cas' use of air quotes and found, to his surprise, that the idea of Sam giving up hunting didn't pain him as much as it used to. Hell, Dean found himself sort of liking the idea of not having to risk his life and his family's lives time and time again…

No! What the hell were those thoughts?

"Dean." Something in Cas' voice made Dean turn in his arms. His angel's blue eyes were alight with something that set something stirring in his stomach.

"What?"

"What if we were to have a child?"

Dean froze, staring down at Cas with an open mouth. Then he started to laugh.

"I'm being serious, Dean!"

"C-Can you imagine me as a dad, Cas? I'd screw it up so bad!"

"That's not true," Cas scowled. "Don't think so little of yourself, Dean. You raised Sam practically by yourself!"

"Yeah and look how that turned out."

"Yes. He turned into a wonderful, smart, brave man. You may not have given him the perfect childhood, Dean, but you gave him one regardless. And I know that if we were to raise a child together, you would do everything in your power to give it the best life possible."

Cas cupped Dean's face and leaned in to kiss him.

"I won't push you," he said quietly. "But please think about it? Nothing would give me greater joy than to raise a child with you in our home – though I suppose that we would have to think of a solution to where we would raise it, since the bunker is not exactly recognised as an address."

Dean stared at Cas.

"You…really think we could do it?" he said. Cas smiled.

"I know that the thought of having a child makes you happy, Dean. My only regret is that it can't be related by blood to both of us. But I'm certain that we could find one to adopt."

Dean's thoughts were racing at a million miles an hour.

"Lemme think about it, okay?"

Cas rested his head on Dean's shoulder, nuzzling into his neck.

"If that's what you want, Dean."