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217. Belly

Getting out of hunting to raise his son and daughter and spend time with his niece and nephews was one of the best things to happen to Dean. Before finding Zoey and Robbie, Dean had never even considered it – and, thinking about it, he never would have wanted to even leave hunting if not for Zoey and Robbie. Hunting and saving innocent people had been his constant; his purpose in life.

So sure, he didn't regret leaving hunting. But chasing monsters and running for his life had been a more than adequate way of staying fit and now that dealing with monsters had been replaced with dealing with children (and really, what was the difference sometimes?), one unforeseen consequence had crept up on Dean.

"I don't see the problem," Cas said as Dean groaned and poked at his belly.

"I've got pudge, Cas! I'm becoming one of those fat, middle-aged men! I'm becoming a Zachariah!"

Cas snorted. Dean shot his angel a baleful look.

"Back when I was hunting, that was burning all the fat! But now…"

"Now you have no way of 'working off' all of the pies you eat and you are putting on weight."

Dean glared at Cas, whose lips were twitching.

"I'm sorry, Dean, but this is very funny."

"Says you. Sam was quick to tell me that I should start working out with him. That bitch."

Cas smiled.

"You should. That would be a very good example to set for Zoey and Robbie. Especially with Zoey's suspiciously familiar penchant for pie…"

Dean grinned unashamedly.

"What can I say? Chip off the old block."

"And just because you have quit hunting doesn't mean that the monsters have. You never know if one is waiting to exact revenge on us. It would make sense for you and our children to be fit and ready for any threat. That's also why I think –"

"No, Cas," Dean said sharply. "We're not teaching the kids how to use weapons. They're not growing up like me."

"I didn't mean at this moment. I meant when they are older. You know that monsters would jump at the chance for vengeance through Zoey and Robbie. They don't have to hunt – and I highly doubt that they would want to, if we raise them right – but knowing how to defend themselves could prove life-saving. And how many innocent people die every day just because a monster feels like it?"

Dean scowled, unwilling to admit that Cas had a point. His kids were not going to grow up to be hunters! But they did have to know how to defend themselves – there were still monsters and demons and even angels who were less than fond of the Winchesters and would be thrilled to hurt them.

"Fine. You're right. But that crap is way off. Like, years away."

"Of course. For now, I think we should concentrate on exercising regularly, to keep up our levels of fitness."

Dean sighed.

"How the hell'd we go from my pudge to this?" he said, rubbing his stomach self-consciously. "I'm going grey and getting fat. I'm old, Cas! Just like Bobby was! Soon, I'm gonna be wrinkly and smelly and disgusting!"

He drew his plaid shirt around him as Cas approached, a soft, fond smile on his face. When Cas kissed his lips and then began to trail kisses down his jaw and throat, Dean groaned and tipped his head back to give Cas better access. This left him defenceless and unaware of Cas' motives until his angel had tugged his shirt off and slipped his hands under his T-shirt.

"Cas – what –"

Cas shushed him and kneeled down. Pressing kisses up Dean's stomach, he pulled Dean's T-shirt up and over his head and then kneeled back down, once again kissing Dean's belly.

"I love your pudge," Cas murmured. Dean made a small noise when Cas bit gently. "I love every little bit of you, Dean. I remade you atom by atom. I've seen your soul at your darkest. You are still the most beautiful being I have ever had the fortune of meeting. I fell in love with your amazing, generous, selfless, loyal, beautiful soul, not your body. I wouldn't care if you were a hundred years old and wrinkly and fat. I would still find you beautiful."

As he spoke, he planted kisses all over Dean's stomach, his hands gripping Dean's hips. Dean squeezed his eyes shut, nearly overwhelmed by everything surging through him at Cas' words, and all he could do when Cas manoeuvred him back to the bed and gently laid him down was comply with his angel's silent directions.

"We still have a little time before we must collect Zoey and Robbie from school," Cas said, straddling Dean's hips. "I'm going to show you just how much I love you." He bent down to press a slow, lingering kiss to Dean's lips. "You're my amazing, beautiful, beloved human, Dean. I will never be able to tell you just how much I love you."

How was he supposed to last when Cas was saying all this stuff?

"Please – Cas – need you –" he forced out. Cas smiled and stroked his hair before cupping his cheek.

"I know, Dean. I know."