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239. Rare

"Come on, Dad! I can't be late!" Zoey complained. Dean just took a large sip of his coffee and didn't answer, making the fourteen year old groan. "Dad!"

"What's the rush, Red? School doesn't start for another hour," Dean said, leaning back in his chair with a sigh.

"I can't be late to my first day of high school! I'm already a freshman and you know that the other grades pick on us!"

"Ah but Zoey, being late makes you cool."

Zoey dumped her books on the table to adjust her glasses. Dean had been horrified at first that his 'chip off the old block' had ended up wearing mostly Cas-like button-down shirts and slacks, with the occasional skirt and pair of jeans and bit of 'cool' clothing. But he couldn't deny that he was proud of his smart daughter, even if she had turned out more like Sam than him.

"I don't wanna be cool, Dad! High school's full of stupid assholes who are gonna make fun of me anyway, so why would I want to suck up to them?"

Dean grinned and reached across the table to ruffle Zoey's hair.

"Atta girl, Red."

Zoey's lips twitched.

"Seriously, though! Can't you, I dunno, drink in the car?"

Dean rolled his eyes. His face brightened when Cas entered the room, followed by twelve year old Robbie in his Led Zeppelin shirt and jeans.

"Ready to kill middle school, Robbie?" Dean said. Robbie rolled his eyes in a very Dean-like way, though the look of exasperation on his face was all Cas.

"Dad, I've been in middle school for a year."

"Dean, stop antagonising the children," Cas said sternly.

"I'm not a child, Papa!" Zoey exclaimed. "I'm fourteen!"

Dean smirked.

"Can you take the kids to school, Cas? I'll make it worth your while."

He smirked suggestively. Zoey and Robbie gagged.

"Can you not talk like that around us?" Robbie said. Dean sighed, missing the days when they were small, innocent children and didn't know just what 'making love' was.

"Fine. I won't mention the totally hot and awesome sex that Cas and I are gonna have when you lot are at school."

"Dad!"

"That's something to think about in class, eh?"

"Dean," Cas chastised. "I'll be back soon."

The time until Cas got back was spent by rinsing his coffee mug and then lazing around in a pool of denial that he was missing their loud and rowdy kids. It felt weird to not have Zoey buried in books and reciting practically every weird fact she knew before getting into arguments with Cas over their validity, or Robbie fighting with him over whether to listen to AC/DC or Led Zeppelin and badmouthing pie with every chance he got. But at the same time, the peace was wonderful.

"Finally!" he exclaimed when he heard the door of the bunker open. "You took your time!"

He blinked and started when Cas emerged into the room with bloodstained clothes and an annoyed expression.

"What the hell, Cas?"

"Do you remember that vampire nest that we hunted down last week?" Cas said grumpily.

"Yeah. We left Zoey and Robbie with Charlie for that one, didn't we?"

"Yes. It seems that there was one more member that we missed. And they weren't happy."

"So you lopped their head off?"

"Actually, it wasn't me. I missed her neck and she pinned me to the ground and bled all over me – that's where this blood is from. Robbie is actually the one who decapitated her."

Dean blinked.

"Robbie? That little string bean?"

"He is your son, Dean. So we had to stop by a second hand store quickly to buy him a new shirt. All he was worried about was how his favourite shirt was ruined."

Dean snorted when Cas dumped a stained shirt on the table.

"Kid's got his priorities in order. I mean, it's Led Zep, man."

Cas rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to take a shower."

"Right behind ya, angel."

Dean was quick to undress Cas in the bathroom and then stood back, admiring his husband. Jimmy Novak apparently aged well because Cas, despite greying around the temples and possessing a few wrinkles, still looked as freaking hot as ever. Or maybe Dean was just biased.

"My turn," Cas smiled, tugging Dean's plaid shirt off. Dean closed his eyes and revelled in the sensations of his angel undressing him, though he did tense when Cas trailed a hand over his chest and slight pudge. Cas was still damn fine and here he was, with half his hair grey and his skin really starting to sag well and all of those pies catching up with him despite his exercise. How could Cas still stand to be around him?

"You're beautiful, Dean," Cas murmured suddenly, his lips near Dean's ear. Dean shuddered as Cas began to trail kisses down his jawline. "I know that you possess insecurities about your body. But you could have no hair and a massive stomach and wrinkled skin and I would still love you. I'm attracted to your inner beauty, Dean, not your body."

Cas pressed a long kiss to Dean's lips.

"Although your body is still very attractive," he added after breaking the kiss. Dean opened his eyes and grinned.

"Right back at ya, Cas. You're still sexy as hell."

Cas smiled and caressed Dean's cheek. Dean leaned into the touch for a moment and then stepped away to turn the shower on, intent on enjoying a rare moment of peace with his amazing angel.