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Cas dragged his hand over his face, managing to wipe off most of Dean’s cum. He ran the same hand through his hair. Dean roared with laughter. “Name that movie,” he said, shaping Cas’ hair into a faux hawk.
“Shut up and go start the shower.”
“You should be nicer to me.” Dean said, slapping Cas on his thigh. He pushed himself up and rolled off the bed. He winced, it had been awhile and his body was a little sore.
“Showers ready.” Dean called out.
Cas strolled into the bathroom in all his naked glory and Dean lifted an eyebrow. “Damn, I love your body, but you might want to think about changing that hair product.”
“I don’t know, your spunk is cheaper than all this shit you use.” Cas pointed to all Dean’s bottles of mousse and hairspray.
“All of us weren’t born with perfect sex hair.” Dean stuck his head under the shower and Cas squirted some of the shampoo into his hands. He massaged Dean’s scalp until Dean let out a long sigh. “I love your hands.”
The two men bathed each other, sharing kisses that started innocently enough, but soon passion flared. Cas turned off the water and handed Dean a towel. He was barely dry when Cas dragged him out of the bathroom and pushed him down on the bed. Cas’ mouth claimed Dean’s but the kisses were slow and easy. Dean lay on his back, Cas over him, blue eyes burning with want and need. No words were spoken, Cas mapped Dean’s skin with his hands and his mouth. As he sank into Dean’s body, Dean moaned and pulled Cas into another kiss. “I love you so much.”
“I thought I’d lost you…” Cas whispered, peppering kisses on Dean’s eyelids, down his cheeks, along his jaw.
“Shhhh, I’m here.”
Cas rolled his hips, slow strokes. “I missed this, making love to you, touching you…”
Dean brushed a curl of damp, dark hair off Cas’ forehead. “We’ve got a lifetime now.”
The two men stayed in bed, touching, loving and kissing until the late afternoon sun disappeared. “We missed lunch.” Dean murmured into Cas’ inked shoulder.
“Hungry?” Cas kissed Dean’s hair, hand rubbing his back.
“Starving.”
“Let’s get up then,” Cas whispered.
“Let’s order room service.”
“We are room service.” Cas pushed Dean off of him. “Come on.”
They stood and each picked up their jeans from the floor and pulled them on. Both stayed shirtless. As Cas walked out of the bedroom door, Dean stopped him. “Wait.”
Cas turned around, “What?”
Dean moved to the dresser and opened a small wooden box. He pulled out the simple gold band, a small emerald was set into the gold. He handed it to Cas. “Can we do this over?”
Cas took the ring and looked at it. “I had this made for you, you know.”
“You didn’t tell me that.”
“The first thing I noticed about you was your eyes. I’d never seen eyes that green, that’s why I picked an emerald.” Cas dropped down to one knee.
Dean laughed. “What are you doing?”
“You asked for a ‘do over’, so I think I’ll do it right this time. Handing it to you in bed after great sex probably wasn’t the most romantic way to ask you to marry me.”
Dean stared down at Cas. “I’m sorry I messed things up.”
“We messed things up, Dean. Everyone deserves a ‘do over’.” Cas held out his left hand and Dean took it. Cas placed the ring on Dean’s finger. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes.”
“Will you take care of our puppy?”
Dean laughed, “Yes.”
“Will you take care of our child or children when we both decide we are ready to have them?”
Dean dropped to his knees. “Yes. Yes, I will marry you.”
They sealed the deal with a kiss and held hands to the kitchen. “Hey, while you find something for us to eat, I’m going to call and catch up with Sam.”
“Alright.” Cas opened the fridge, while Dean wondered into the living room.
***
A couple of weeks later, their families gathered in their living room to celebrate their marriage and Christmas Eve. An old friend of Ellen’s performed the simple ceremony. Cas’ brother, Gabe, a professional chef, provided the food. Along with all the adults, Gabe’s children ran around chasing two Boxer puppies.
“I still don’t get why you let him get two. Dean’s never had a pet, you know you’re going to wind up taking care of them.” Sam was standing on the back deck with Cas.
“I’ve never been able to tell Dean no. He calls them ‘the twins’ and so far, he’s taking care of everything. Even cleaning up their messes.”
“Dean? My brother? Cleaning up dog shit?” Sam shook his head. “Hell, maybe he will make a great dad someday.”
“He will be a wonderful dad.” Cas looked through the French doors into the living room, watching Dean wiping Gabe’s little girl’s face while holding onto a soggy cookie that her twin brother handed him.
***
“Damn it, Cas, where are the damn instructions?”
“There are in the box next to the trash can, because my darling husband said he didn’t need them.” Cas stood at the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb. Dean was in the middle of their guest room, now devoid of furniture except for a partially constructed crib.
Dean took a deep breath. “I didn’t know you had to have a degree in rocket science to put a freakin’ crib together.
“I’ll go get the instructions. Sit tight.” They were interrupted by the two Boxers barking downstairs.
“Must be the furniture company with the rest of the furniture.” Cas turned and jogged down the stairs. Dean pushed himself up off the floor and followed.
“Jo? What are you doing here? Come in and get off your feet.” Cas took her arm and helped her into the living room. Dean grabbed a few throw pillows to put under her feet.
“I was just feeling restless and mom was driving me batshit crazy.” She allowed the two of them to prop her feet. The dogs sat at her feet.
“Do you need anything, milk, herbal tea?” Cas looked ready to run to the kitchen if Jo so much as blinked.
“You need a blanket?” Dean was bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Stop, both of you. I’m fine.” Jo put her hands on her swollen belly and winced. “Your son is pushing hard on my bladder, seems like I have to pee every five minutes.”
“If he is being bad, he’s Dean’s. My son is sweet, smart and talented.”
The doorbell rang, causing the dogs to bark again, cutting off Dean’s retort.
Jo watched in amusement as Dean and Cas directed the delivery people upstairs. She laughed when Dean bribed one of them to finish putting together the crib for him with $40. “So, Cas, is the nursery about finished?”
“Well, the painting is done, new carpet is down, Ellen hung the curtains yesterday. Once the furniture is all in place, we can unpack all the stuff from the baby shower and the crazy shopping spree that Dean went on as soon as we found out John was John instead of Mary.”
“Cas?” At her tone, Cas went to her side. “What is it, Jo?
“You may need to replace this couch.”
“Why?”
“I think my water just broke.”
Cas opened his mouth, and then closed it again. Jo grinned. “You look like a fish.”
“I…uhm…Dean! Dean!”
Dean galloped down the stairs. “Quit yelling…”
“We’ve having a baby.”
“Yep, Captain Obvious, we are…”
“NOW, we’re having a baby now.”
Dean looked from his husband to Jo, who was grinning. “I suppose we need to make some calls, guys.”
***
They got Jo to the hospital without incident, even though the argument in the driveway about whose car they were taking did get a little heated. Jo finally got pissed at the two men and threatened to drive herself.
Cas took care of the paperwork, while Dean paced the floor. The rest of the family began to arrive. Sam was the first and he was almost as nervous as the two fathers. He paced with Dean until Cas gave them his best bitch-face and told them if they didn’t sit down, he would not be accountable for what he did to them. Ellen and Bobby sat patiently, watching and occasionally laughing at their antics.
A nurse appeared. “I need the two dads to come with me.”
Cas gripped Dean’s hand and they followed the nurse. She helped them get into gowns and showed them where Jo’s room was. Jo was hooked up to a monitor and the two men could see their son’s heartbeat. Jo was in good spirits and the three friends talked and teased each other until a contraction hit, then the couple held onto Jo’s hand until it passed.
Jo’s labor lasted ten hours. Cas and Dean would take turns walking to the waiting room and keeping the family up to date. At 9:45 p.m., John Samuel Novak-Winchester entered the world.
***
“Cas, are you coming to bed?” Dean called from their room.
Cas appeared in the doorway. “I just wanted to make sure he was okay.”
“He is the same as the last ten times you’ve checked on him.”
“I know, but it’s his first night. Do you have the monitor turned on? Are the bottles made up?”
Dean picked up the baby monitor on his nightstand. “See, green light means it’s on and I made up six bottles, everything is going to be fine.”
Cas glanced longingly down the hallway before he stepped into the room and began removing his clothes. When he crawled into bed, Bella and Angel flopped down on their beds next to the fireplace, and Dean turned off the lamp.
Dean rolled over to wrap his body around Cas. “So, Daddy, we got a box in the mail today from Amazon.”
“Oh?” Cas said innocently.
“A toy piano…really? He’s going to play the guitar.”
“He’s got the hands of a pianist.”
“He’s got baby hands, Cas.”
“Baby pianist hands,” Cas declared.
“Sam started his college fund today,” Dean murmured sleepily.
“Yeah? That’s pretty awesome.” Cas kissed Dean goodnight. “Go to sleep, I’ll take the first feeding.”
“I’m scheduled for the first one.”
“Shhhh, take it while I’m offering. In a few weeks, you’ll be begging me to take them.”
Dean’s breathing became deep and even beside him. Cas lay in the dark, enjoying the feel of his husband’s skin against his own. He thought back to the morning two and a half years ago, when he’d gotten the call that Dean had been in a car accident. Throughout the ten days he was in a coma, Cas rarely left his side. It was a rough time, Cas almost lost him twice, once to an accident and then once to his amnesia. A month after he woke from his coma, Dean finally remembered the accident itself and Cas showed him the pictures of the Expedition that the insurance company had given him. An angel had been watching over Dean that day.
Cas was still awake when he heard John’s soft whimper. He gently moved Dean, so he could get up. In the nursery, he picked up his son and held him close. Inhaling the wonderful scent of their baby, he walked downstairs to the kitchen, the two dogs right behind him. He warmed the bottle and instead of taking John back to the nursery where the rocker was, he took him to their bed. Carefully, he got in beside Dean and began feeding their child. Dean woke to the sound of Cas humming a lullaby and snuggled up to his husband, an arm around Cas and a hand on his son’s head.