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218. Precious

"Come on, Mary!" Rose cooed, holding out her arms. "Come on!"

Sam let go of little Mary. The one year old girl took a hesitant step, gurgling, and promptly tripped, falling flat on her face. The minute she began to cry, Sam scooped her back up and cuddled her close.

"Hey, hey," he soothed, tickling her belly. Mary let out a shriek of laughter. "Don't cry, baby girl."

"We can't call her princess because that's what you call Zoey," Rose said grumpily, glaring at Dean. Dean just smirked.

"Mary can have princess," Zoey scoffed, colouring in her drawing. "I don't want that nickname anymore. I'm too big for it."

"You can't just choose a nickname, Zo," Dean said. "Other people have to give it to you."

"Then just give me a new nickname," Zoey said simply. Dean shared a look with Cas and rolled his eyes.

"What would you suggest, Zoey?" he said snidely. Zoey smiled innocently up at him.

"Angel."

Dean blinked. And blinked again.

"Uh…why?"

Zoey held up her drawing. Dean suppressed a laugh when he saw that it was a badly-drawn Cas in a white robe, with wings and a halo.

"Papa was an angel, so that means you can call me angel!"

"Okay, for one, angels are dicks."

"Dean," Cas said warningly.

"Two, angels don't look like that. And three, that's what I call Cas."

Zoey pouted.

"You can call her angel," Cas said. "It really doesn't matter very much to me."

"Hey, you got the nickname first, fair and square."

"Little Red," Charlie said triumphantly, pressing a button on her laptop. Whatever she was doing seemed to be the most interesting thing that Lewis had seen because he simply stared, transfixed, with wide hazel eyes. "Red as a nickname of a nickname. She's got red hair, so it works."

"Charlie, of all the most obvious nicknames –"

"Like Little Red Riding Hood!" Zoey beamed. Dean sighed.

"You do know she was so dumb that she couldn't tell her grandmother was a wolf, right?"

"Yeah but if I was her, I'd stab that stupid wolf with a silver knife! I'd be a cool Little Red Riding Hood!"

Dean snorted.

"Fine, Red. There you go, Rosie."

Rose grinned at him and bent down to kiss a giggling Mary on her forehead.

"Come on!" Robbie complained. "Say 'Robbie'!"

Henry just stared at him.

"Say it!"

"I don't think that Henry is at the proper age to be able to say your name, Robbie," Cas said in amusement. "One year olds can only say several words."

"Ca!" Henry squealed. "Ca!"

"Oh, I think he's trying to say 'Cas'!" Charlie said, bouncing Lewis and her laptop on her knee. Cas blinked and then a rare wide smile split his face, sending warmth coursing through Dean's body. He grinned again at his angel's utter joy.

"He won't say 'Dad' but he'll say your name," Sam grumbled, though his lips were twitching. Noticing that Cas was still smiling, Dean slid off the couch and tugged Cas to his side.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours, angel?" he said, kissing Cas.

"I never thought that I would have this when I fell," Cas said softly, gesturing to the others. "A brother and sisters with whom I am very close to. A husband who I love more than I can ever say. Children and nephews and a niece. Just…a family. I loved my angelic siblings but this…this is different."

Dean's grin widened. A sudden jolt of hot love blooming in his stomach, he tangled his fingers in Cas' dark hair and pressed their lips together, trying to pour every bit of love he felt for his perfect angel into the kiss.

"Seriously? There are kids around!" Charlie complained. Not even breaking the kiss, Dean flipped her off.

"Dean! Not in front of them!" Sam said. Dean finally pulled away, smirking at his family.

"Jealous?" he said to Charlie. The redhead scoffed.

"Bitch, please."

"Charlie, I just told Dean off for swearing!"

"Whatever, Moose. I'm perfectly happy with my twenty-four-seven hunting."

Dean frowned at her.

"Let's just say that I'm a hunter in the streets and a demon in the sheets."

She winked. An image of a naked Charlie in bed with a busty woman forced itself into Dean's mind and while hot lesbian action would have once been a very effective stimulus before Cas, the fact that it was Charlie nearly made his stomach turn inside out.

"Did not need that image," Rose groaned, clutching her stomach. Charlie grinned widely.

"But Auntie Charlie's not a demon!" Robbie said in alarm.

"She didn't mean that she was really a demon," Dean said, ruffling Robbie's blond hair. "Don't worry about it, kiddo. You're too young to understand."

"It's okay, Robbie," Zoey said, putting down her colour pencil. "Let's go get some juice and let them be disgusting."

Robbie nodded fervently and followed Zoey into the kitchen. The adults stared at each other until Lewis made a strange noise that sounded like a cross between a burp and a hiccup. The next minute, all five of them were laughing loudly.

"Sorry, angel, but it's way too late to get out," Dean chortled, wiping his eyes. Cas gave him a puzzled look.

"I don't want to get out. I enjoy these moments."

Dean kissed him on the cheek.

"Of course you do."