Seven years later...
"Pleeeeeease, Uncle Dean? Please can we play one more game before you go home?" Agnes steepled her fingers under her chin, pouting her lips out and turning on the puppy eyes. Dean crumbles after only a moment.
"Yeah, yeah alright, Aggie. Go pick one out, Uncle Cas and I'll go home after," Dean says, and Agnes squeals happily before racing off to the game closet to select something. Rowena snorts from her position on Sam's lap, rolling her eyes.
"Agnes is a perfectly lovely name, you know. I don't know why you refuse to use it," she says, and Dean lifts an eyebrow.
"She's seven, Red. She needs a nickname," is all Dean says in response before Agnes races back into the room, a slim red box of cards in her hands.
"I want to play Uno!" she cries, and a soft, collective groan slides through the group, though they all pull themselves to the table to play the game with Agnes. Mutually, they all allow the seven year old to win, and Agnes happily lays her last card down to cheers from her family members, a grin on her face as she looks up at them. "I win! I win you guys!"
"Well done, my little dove," Rowena kisses her daughter's cheek, squeezing her shoulders. "Go say goodnight to your uncles. It's time for bed."
Agnes pouts, but does as she's told; she scoots out of her chair and moves to embrace Castiel first. The angel wraps his arms around her, hugging the little girl tightly before he kisses her hair.
"Can we go to the park next week? Like you promised?" Agnes asked when they parted, and Castiel nodded.
"We will bring Miracle to the park, I promise," he says, and Agnes beams at him before launching herself at Dean, the older man grunting softly as he caught his niece, hugging her tightly.
"I love you, Uncle Dean," Agnes says with the straightforward, utter innocence only a child can utter, and Dean's mouth twitches into a half-smile as he leaned his head against hers.
"Yeah, kid. I love you too," he says, and kisses her temple. "You be good for your folks, okay? We'll see you for dinner next week."
Agnes nods, and hugs Dean once more before she scampered back over to Rowena, clambering into her mother's lap and yawning widely as she snuggled under her chin. Dean and Castiel stood, and Sam walked them through the entryway to the front door. Dean clapped his younger brother's shoulder, a faint smile crossing his face.
"Still need help with the treehouse expansion?" he asked, and Sam chuckled.
"If you don't mind comin' over on Saturday while Ro's out with Agnes," he says, and Dean shakes his head.
"Nah, not at all. It'll be a good surprise for the kid," he says, and Sam smiles. "Red feelin' okay?"
Sam nods.
"Still cursing me out, but the second trimester is treating her better than the first," he says, and a soft smile curves his lips. "We're gonna tell Agnes this weekend, after she sees the treehouse."
"Ah, so it's abribe," Dean teases, and Sam rolls his eyes.
"I think it is wonderful, Sam," Castiel says, touching Sam's upper arm, and Sam grins at him. "She is going to be a wonderful big sister."
"Yeah, she really is," Sam replies as he runs a hand through his hair. "I better go help with bedtime- let me know when you guys get home, yeah?"
Dean mock salutes, and hauls Sam into a hug. It's something that's changed over the years, truthfully- they're more openly affectionate with each other. It's easier, in a sense, to show their love for each other. Agnes has helped with that, given that she's so openly loving with all of them.
Sam watches them walk down the driveway and get into the Impala- once they've pulled out and drive off, headlights disappearing, he heads back into the house and up the stairs. In Agnes's bedroom, Rowena's already gotten their daughter into pajamas and she's in the process of brushing her teeth while his wife braids her long red hair back. Agnes was animatedly talking about their night while she brushed, slowing the process down, but Rowena just let her talk, nodding along.
"And then Uncle Cas and Uncle Dean were kissing while they were supposed to be stirring the soup, Mama," she said matter-of-factly, and Rowena snorted, the sound purely amused.
"Aye, they tend to do that," she told their daughter, finishing off the braid with an elastic and nodding to the sink. "Finish brushing, darlin'."
Agnes vigorously ran the toothbrush over her front teeth then spit into the sink, running the toothbrush under the water and letting Rowena clean her face once done. Sam watched with affection hot in his chest.
"Daddy, can we read a chapter of Narnia?" Agnes asked, fingers sliding easily into his, and Sam nodded.
"Sure, honey," he said, helping her up into her bed and getting her comfortable under the covers, her stuffed frog from Jack under one arm. Her room was filled with things from people who loved her- her Narnia books were a gift from Jody. She had stacks of comics from Dean. Donna had gifted her the bike she loved to ride up and down the street out front. Charlie was getting her into anime. Bobby had given her the pink utility knife she kept in her backpack 'for safety'. Castiel was responsible for her wide assortment of shoes and boots and sneakers.
His daughter was so truly and deeply loved it made his chest ache.
"Daddy?" Agnes frowned up at him, and he realized he'd been staring at her.
"Sorry, baby. Just lost in space," he said, leaning down and kissing her forehead. "What chapter are we on?"
"Chapter six!" she announces, and opens the book to the bookmarked page, handing it to him as he sat next to her, head on the pillow.
It only takes a few pages for Agnes to conk out next to him, snoring softly in a way that's so perfectly reminiscent of Rowena, and Sam slides the bookmark into place. He sets the book on her headboard, kisses Agnes's head, and carefully gets off the bed before flicking on her nightlight and quietly exiting her room.
Sam finds Rowena in their bedroom, folding a basket of towels he'd been meaning to get to before their guests had arrived but had ultimately forgotten about. "Sorry, I meant to do that."
"Oh, it's fine. Salem was napping in them, figured I'd do it," she said, smiling up at him fondly. Their Maine Coon cat, Salem, blinked up from where he'd clearly been kicked out of the laundry basket and relocated to the cat tree in the corner of their bedroom. "She go down okay?"
"Fast asleep by the third page," he answers, and tugs his shirt over his head, pitching it into the hamper in the corner. "At this rate, we'll finish the book by Christmas."
Rowena laughs, folding the last towel and bringing the folded stack over to the closet in the corner, putting them away. When she turns, he can just see the beginnings of the bump in her belly, signifying their second child in her womb, and desire sparks in his blood.
They hadn't been trying for a baby, but much like with Agnes, magic had a mind of its own. They were thrilled, of course- and this time, the child was nonmagical, so the pregnancy was nonthreatening to Rowena's life.
"Come here," Sam says, sinking down on the edge of the bed and beckoning his wife over. Rowena moved to stand between his spread legs and cupped his jaw as Sam's hands gripped her hips; she kissed him softly, smiling against his mouth. "Tonight was good."
Rowena nodded, kissing him again.
"Donna and Jody are coming over on Friday," she reminded him, knuckles brushing his neck. "And Agnes has requested pizza."
Sam smiled.
"And she has no idea about the treehouse on Saturday?" he asked, and Rowena shook her head, grinning, as their mouths met again languidly.
"I'm taking her to get a pedicure in the afternoon while you and your brother work," she tells him, shifting the hem of her dress up so she could straddle his lap. "And I thought we could go and visit Charlie for a bit, since we haven't seen her and Margo in a bit. When you let me know it's good to come home we'll bring dinner home, yeah?"
Sam nods, and brings a hand down to cup her ass, squeezing firmly.
"Then we'll tell her," he says, and Rowena smiles fondly, brushing her nose along his.
"And then we'll tell her," she repeats, and kisses his mouth tenderly. "I do rather love you, you know, Samuel."
Sam laughs, and laces their hands together, fingers playing with the ring he'd placed on her left ring finger six years ago affectionately. "You know, I'm glad to hear it, considering you married me."
Rowena grinned, sitting back on his thighs and working until she could tug her dress up and over her head. She's dressed in a pale yellow lace set, and the soft curve of her belly is more prominent like this- it pulls a groan from Sam, and his hands return to her bare hips.
"You're sure she's asleep?" she asks, pressing his shoulders gently down onto the bed as she hovers over him, and Sam nods as she leant down, kissing him tenderly. "Good."
She flicked her fingers, magically locking their bedroom door, and kissed him harder.
