twentysomething

Title: It's Only Monday, Mr. Mom

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean/Cas

Summary: "But Dean had been leaning back against a park bench, free beer in hand, when Cas had asked if he could sit down, and well. That was that."

Length: 4900 wordsish.

Warnings: CHILDREN CHILDREN I KEEP GIVING THEM CHILDREN THIS IS SO GROSSLY DOMESTIC

Notes: This is still only the tip of the iceberg of the secret kidfic I have lingering in my inbox. You might ask why I keep doing this. The answer is that rageprufrock has needs. But really, canon has said that all Dean wants is to live a normal life with his s/o and kids. I'M JUST TRYING TO MAKE HIM HAPPY.


Dean met Cas at a summer associates picnic Sam had dragged him to. Sam had begged a lot- pleaded that he was new to the firm and needed someone to come with him since Jess was still in Nicaragua saving orphans or something with the Peace Corps and Dean had never been able to tell Sammy no, anyway. He's still not sure why Sam made him go, because they'd been at the park for about five minutes before Sam had gotten sucked into an adoring and possessive crowd of junior partners. But Dean had been leaning back against a park bench, free beer in hand, when Cas had asked if he could sit down, and well. That was that.

That being said, though, Dean hadn't really anticipated that it would lead him here.

"Papa," Susanna whines. Dean blinks.

"What, baby?" he asks. He's trying not to smile, because she'll only get more irritated, but there's something hysterical about a sulky ballerina wearing rainboots.

"I can't wear my raincoat." Susie folds her skinny little arms over her offensively pink little body. Dean raises his eyebrows, but just aims another spoonful of applesauce at Teddy's mouth. Teddy purses his lips like applesauce is shit.

"Well, Susie, it's raining. You don't really get a choice about it." Dean advises. Susie eyeballs the yellow buckled raincoat she'd cried and cried for like it's a sin against God.

"Papa, it'll crush my tutu." she explains, like Dean might be 36, but his feeble mind is no match for her obvious and indestructible 7 year old logic. Dean shrugs.

"Well, sweetheart, I offered you pants, but you insisted. Raincoat is non-negotiable." Dean says. Susie stares at him, stubborn and on the edge of a sulk, looking for a chink in his armor.

"Give the spoon," Teddy commands. Dean gives Teddy a skeptical eyebrow, but Teddy just thrusts out his fat little 2 year-old fist and Dean sighs and hands it over.

"This better not be like your birthday," Dean tells him, because it'd taken two baths to get all the frosting off of Teddy before he even started in on himself. Teddy crosses his arms, too. Dean turns to his daughter, who's almost at foot stamping. "See what you're teaching him?" Susie rolls her eyes.

"I didn't teach him anything," Susie argues, but their little stubborn faces are identical and Dean can't help but laugh.

"C'mon, Princess, into the coat, you're going to make your daddy late." Dean says and Cas wanders into the kitchen right on cue.

"Dean, have you seen-" he starts, still looking faintly sleep-mussed and bleary, tie slightly ajar. Dean tamps down on the ridiculous amount of love that swells up in his heart for his stupid husband and just points to the dining room table where Cas's old briefcase is waiting. Cas swoops in, grabbing it by its battered handles.

"Thank you," Cas says, stooping down to kiss Dean quickly. Susie makes this noise that can only be described as "offended."

"Daddy, come on, let's go," she whines. Cas frowns.

"It's raining, put on your coat," Cas protests. Susie looks like the entire world has betrayed her, but finally puts on her raincoat and they troop out the door, Cas in his ridiculous trenchcoat, Susie in her slicker. Dean thinks it's totally unfair that he wears her down for an hour and then Cas gets the payoff, but whatever, at least their kid isn't going to get pneumonia.

Teddy stares at Dean impassively before "accidentally" pushing the rest of the applesauce on the floor.

"Okay," Dean says, grinning, even as he tosses the bowl in the sink and mops up the splatter. "That's okay. Bathsville, population, Teddy."

Dean likes to think that Teddy gets that expression of absolute horror and dismay from Sam.

After an epic chase around the house- followed by some merciless tickling, Dean manages to drop his son into the bathtub. But getting Teddy in the water is the hard part- getting him clean is usually pretty straight forward.

"Alright, champ." Dean slicks Teddy's cowlicked dark hair into a lopsided mowhawk. "What do you want to do today?" Teddy cocks his little head to the side, thinking seriously- and he definitely gets that look from his daddy.

"Park," Teddy declares autocratically. Dean shakes his head, rinsing his hands in the bathwater.

"Raining, pick again." Dean suggests. Teddy frowns.

"Driving," Teddy finally decides. Dean shrugs. It's indoors- more or less- and moderately unlikely to get him filthy again, so driving it is.

As soon as Teddy is mostly dry and stuffed into his ridiculous "just in case you crap yourself" diaper and jeans and the hideously dorky sweater Sam had given him that he loves for some reason, Dean carts him off to the garage. Teddy is already squirming restlessly and Dean has to practically sleeper hold him so he doesn't drop his stupid, wonderful kid.

"Papa, wanna go drive," Teddy whines as Dean puts him down to double check the front seat. Dean rolls his eyes as he stacks the phone books in the driver's seat.

"Almost set, buddy." Dean turns around to see Teddy sitting on his cushioned butt with his little argyle covered arms crossed over his chest. He's gotta stop letting Sam babysit. "Okay, let's go driving." Teddy's face lights up as Dean puts him on top of the books and straps him in with the seat belt. He chuckles as he heads around to the passenger side door, thinking about the expression on Cas's face the first time he'd come home to Teddy cranking the Impala's wheel and jabbing at buttons while Dean sat serenely in shotgun.

"Where we headed, Teddy?" Dean asks, sitting down cheerfully. Teddy frowns.

"Papa, seat belt." Teddy says solemnly, like safety is first and foremost in their parked car. But it's a good habit or something, so Dean clicks his seat belt into place. Teddy nods. "Going to a beach."

"I thought you didn't like the beach- the crabs?" Dean prompts. They'd gone to the Outer Banks over Christmas one year and Teddy had lived in holy horror of the little sand crabs. Susie had loved them and tried to smuggle five home in her suitcase. Teddy rolls his eyes.

"No crabs at my beach." Teddy explains, like Dean's a moron and Dean snorts. Teddy drives them to the beach- which takes about 20 minutes until Teddy gets tired of turning the "jet packs" on and off. At this point, Teddy insists that they go sit on the beach, which consists of Teddy making Dean spread out the huge, terrible butter yellow afghan Jo had knitted in college that is the warmest and ugliest thing on the planet and bend the floor lamp over them.

Teddy passes out in one of his surprise naps, little sunglasses on his face and Dean wonders if other parents love their kids this much- and if they do, how they deal with those crippling little moments when you look at your kid and pray you don't fuck them up because they're perfect. Dean runs a couple of loads of laundry, wondering how his family manages to accumulate so many grass stains and makes lunch, but Teddy sleeps right through it. He's sort of concerned that maybe Teddy isn't sleeping well and that's why he's napping so much now- he almost calls Ellen but stops himself at the last moment, because Ellen will just laugh at him- again.

Dean picks up an old, beaten up copy of Slaughterhouse 5, which is predictably when Teddy raises himself from the dead, demanding sandwiches. It horrifies Cas and Sam, but Dean sneaks out the baloney and american cheese, peeling it out of its plasticky package and slapping it together with some mustard. Teddy is in high heaven.

They sprawl on the couch together, watching Cars for the billionth time and the rain is still drumming low and steady against the house, so Dean slips into sleep while Mater is explaining about rear view mirrors.

Dean wakes up abruptly to his phone vibrating in his pocket, Teddy drooling on his chest as the dvd menu plays on repeat.

"Hello?" Dean asks, flipping it open before he can read the caller id.

"Dean," Cas replies, warm and familiar. Dean stretches slowly, being careful not to shift Teddy. He checks his watch- they still have a little under an hour before they have to go pick up Susie.

"Hi, what's up?" Dean murmurs, quiet.

"Would you like me to pick up dinner on the way home?" Cas asks, which is his way of saying he just wanted to call and talk to them. Dean smiles, slow and lazy.

"You could just say that, you know," Dean teases. He can imagine Cas's little frown.

"But I did," Cas protests. Dean laughs and Teddy raises his head sleepily.

"Whozzat?" Teddy mumbles. Dean smiles.

"It's Daddy," Dean answers and passes the phone off easily as Teddy extends a grabby little hand.

"Daddy, Papa made me bath," Teddy complains, airing his grievances to the pushover. Dean can still hear a faded, tinny "Did you need a bath?" on the air. He slides up the couch arm, Teddy easily settling himself in Dean's lap.

"Never need baths," Teddy protests. "I drove to the beach. I don't need baths." Dean marvels at the logic.

"Well, you're probably sandy, then. Should I tell Papa to bathe you again?" Cas asks blankly, knowing perfectly well what that response will be. Dean takes the phone again when Teddy thrusts it in his face- betrayed and sulky looking.

"Do you need anything?" Cas repeats and Dean sits on a lot of sappy and stupid or inappropriate answers and smiles, thinking about the way Cas goes up and down every single aisle in the grocery, just in case they forgot anything.

"I think just milk?" Dean thinks, then just scoops Teddy up with one arm, leaning him up against his hip. He tucks the phone between his ear and shoulder, wandering into the kitchen and peeking in the fridge. "Yeah, just milk."

"Alright, I'll pick it up on my way from the office. Sam says "hello."" Cas says and from the amusement curling around his voice, Sam said nothing of the sort.

"I'll bet." Dean says, but he knows how to win this one. "Cas, put Sammy on the phone." Dean hands the phone to Teddy.

"Teddy, tell Uncle Sam that feminism is a lie," Dean coaches. Teddy frowns.

"Uncle Sam says you're a word I'm not allowed to know. But he says it's mean." Teddy parrots carefully and Dean marvels that Teddy still gestures and whines for things he wants but he can repeat all that back.

Teddy tells Sam all about their day- driving the car and going to the beach and there's a sort of weird feedback that means they're on speakerphone and the interns are probably making vomit faces in the hall.

"Cas, quit reminding the junior associates that you're gay and married. It makes them cry." Dean says, loudly enough that the phone will pick it up. Dean pries the phone out of Teddy's hand and puts them on speakerphone too.

"I just wanted to hear about Teddy's day," Cas says, way too mild to be anything other than smug and wretchedly endearing. Sam snorts.

"I can hear the cutting in the bathroom. I'm going to go knock on the ladies' room door and call 911." Sam adds. Teddy shakes his head.

"911 is for emergencies," Teddy rebukes. Dean laughs, shaking Teddy until he giggles too.

"Teddy, your uncle is an emergency." Dean says with a shrug. "We gotta go, I gotta trick this kid into putting on his raincoat." Man, what the hell is it with his kids and environmental preparedness today.

"I love you Daddy, I love you Uncle Sam." Teddy chirps.

"Love you, T-Dog," Sam calls back. "Talk to you later, Dean." Dean rolls his eyes.

"Jesus, don't call my son "T-Dog," we gave him a name." Dean argues. "What time should you be home, Cas?"

"I'll try to be in by 6:30. I love you, Dean." Cas replies. Dean squirms at the idea of having to say it over the speakerphone, in front of Sam, God and all of Singer, Meyer and Meyer, LLP, but it's true, so.

"I love you too, Cas." Dean manages.

"I'll see you tonight, Teddy," Cas adds. Dean can hear how pleased Cas is with himself and they're totally turning the lights off for sex tonight.

"Bye, Daddy." Teddy slaps the phone shut and then stares seriously at Dean.

"Papa, I don't have to wear a raincoat." he tries. Dean snorts.

"Nice try." Dean tells him. He fishes in the hall closet for Teddy's ridiculous frog raincoat. They'd been at a museum and it'd staring raining and Teddy had refused to leave until he'd gotten the frog raincoat- this seems to be some ongoing trend with their kids- they need to have it and refuse to wear it. Dean just shrugs philosophically, because at least they're not little nudists. One complete set of frog-themed inclement weather gear later, Dean is buckling Teddy into the much-hated car seat in the back.

"But I can drive cars!" Teddy protests loudly. Dean grins, strapping in and opening the garage door.

"Well, buddy, tell it to the state of California." Dean suggests and Teddy whines quietly for the first five minutes on the way to Susie's elementary school.

When they pull into Kiss and Ride, Dean can already tell Susie's had a bad day.

Susie is the prettiest and smartest girl in her class- and Dean's not just saying it because she's his daughter and she's perfect- it's just true. So when he sees the way her hands are balled up into tight little fists and the set expression on her face that means she's trying not to cry, Dean can only assume someone else's bastard fucking kid teased her today. Dean leans over to open the car door.

"Baby, come on into the car," Dean calls. Susie fairly runs into the front seat, putting on her seat belt viciously. Dean throws the car in park and walks over to the AP.

"I'm sorry, did something happen in class today?" Dean asks, reminding himself that this is totally why he has the crazy parent reputation. Megan is fair and doesn't put up with shit, and Dean likes her, but what the hell, his kid is freaking out.

"We didn't call, because I do think it was an accident, but Susie got some paint spilled on her in art class today. It's tempera paint though, it should wash right out." Megan says, apologetically. Dean stares at her for a moment, feeling the rain drip down his neck. "I am sorry, Dean."

"Uh huh," Dean says and biting back a lot of choice words- a lot- gets back in the car, because as much as he would like to rip everyone here a new one, he'd rather make his kid feel better. Susie is still tense and angry, bottom lip wobbling. Art class is at least the last class of the day, so he's glad she hasn't been this pissed and upset all day, but it doesn't make him feel any better. He pulls into the parking lot.

"Hey Susie, you want to tell me what happened?" Dean asks. Teddy is being characteristically quiet and solicitous and Dean is thankful for that, because she's like him- when she's pissed she's just taciturn and cranky.

"Mrs. Warner already talked to you," Susie says flatly. Dean shakes his head.

"I want to hear what you think happened." Dean suggests. Susie crosses her arms.

"And it's not tattling?" she pushes. Dean shakes his head.

"Nope, I'm asking you." Dean tells her. Susie's face melts into something a little more upset, a little more sad and Dean is doubly pissed.

"So, in art class, Ms. Miller, you know Ms. Miller is my favorite, right, Papa?" Susie asks. Dean nods. Susie worships her art teacher. "So, Ms. Miller said that my painting was really nice, she said i did a really nice job, I was painting the big tree out by Grandpa's house and I was really happy. But Josie said it looked ugly and I ignored her, I did, Papa, and she was mad that I didn't say anything so I couldn't get into trouble. I was being really good, Papa!" Susie says in a burst. Dean just nods again, because when she's on a roll like this, it's best to let her get it all out.

"So, anyway, Billy Chester likes Josie, which is gross, but so she told him to spill paint on me, I swear it. And he got blue paint all over my ballet clothes and all over the painting." Susie's lip trembles. "I wanted to send it to Grandpa. But it's all blue." Dean reaches over and just unclips her seat belt and pulls her over into his lap.

"Susie, I'm so, so sorry. I'm sure Grandpa would have loved it." Dean tells her, pressing kisses into her wavy blond hair. Hell, she could send it to Dad now and he'd still love it. "And I'm sorry about your ballerina outfit. We'll wash it as soon as we get home, baby. You did so good. You're perfect." Teddy stretches out an arm, managing to pat Susie's rain boot.

"You're my favorite," Teddy tells her seriously and Susie smiles this watery, brave little smile of the righteous at him that breaks Dean's fucking heart.

"I did do good, didn't I, Papa?" she asks him again. "I didn't cry or anything. Ms. Miller and Mrs. Warner made Billy apologize, and I knew he didn't mean it but I said okay and I didn't cry." He squeezes her tight.

"Susannah, you're perfect," he repeats, his heart clenching as she buries her face in his coat. "You were very mature. You behaved better than I would, baby." It's true- Dean would have punched them both at her age. Hell, he might still do it.

Dean has had just about enough of today and its rainy weather, and he thinks it's time they all went home.

"Okay, baby?" he asks Susie, who nods slowly.

"Yeah, Papa. It's okay." she says, taking a deep shuddering breath, like she's been crying even though her eyes are still technically dry. Dean nods and she crawls back over to her seat.

"Alright, we're going to go get Daddy and get a pizza. And then we're going home." Dean proclaims, because he sort of just wants his husband to come home so they can eat dinner too early and all have five minutes to just be around each other without any distractions. Susie and Teddy exchange this look that means they're excited but don't want to show it in case Dean changes his mind. They're constantly entertained by the premise of going to Cas's office, probably because they're cooed over and spoiled rotten whenever they go.

They pull up into the garage and Dean picks up Teddy and takes Susie's hand because the more they can arrange themselves to look sad and lonely, the easier it'll be to trick Cas into ditching work. They take the elevator up to the 12th floor and as the doors open, Becky's hands flutter to somewhere over her heart.

"Oh, Dean, head right on back. Hi, Susie, hi, Teddy," she gushes enthusiastically. Dean nods easily at her and Susie even waves, mood evidently much improved by the prospect of Daddy and pizza. They head down the hall, Dean casually nodding to a couple of familiar faces. Susie tugs his hand.

"Papa, can we go see Uncle Sam?" Susie whispers, but it's unnecessary, because Dean thinks that Becky must have sent out an office-wide message, because Sam is already bounding up.

"Hey guys!" Sammy is all huge gangly limbs and terrible tie as he scoops Susie into a huge, spinning hug. "What are you doing here?" Susie frowns.

"Josie made Billy throw paint on me so Papa said we could get Daddy. And pizza." Susie explains. To his credit, Sam just raises his eyebrows and shakes his head.

"Sounds fair to me." Sam agrees, setting Susie back on her feet. "Hey, T-Dog!" Teddy squirms until Dean hands him over to Sam, who immediately puts him on his shoulders. Teddy stretches his little limbs as high as they can go, the very tips of his fingers brushing the ceiling.

"Stop manhandling my children," Dean says, taking Susie's hand again. They parade the extra few yards to Cas's office, Cas frantically typing at his desk.

"We're taking you home," Dean tells him. Cas looks up, amusement and terrible, sappy fondness in the crooked curl of his mouth.

"I had guessed something like that when Becky sent me a message telling me you had come en force." Cas agrees, standing up to cross in front of his desk. He crouches down, his dark blue tie askew and his hair rumpled like he's run his hands through it a few times and kisses Susie on the forehead.

"Hello, my Susannah." Cas watches her for a moment before gathering her up into a hug. "I'm sorry you had a difficult day." Susie snuffles against Cas's neck.

"It's not so bad," she mumbles. "Can we go home and have pizza?" Cas huffs a quiet amused noise, causing a lock of her dusty blond hair to fluff up. And yeah, they probably got that eat-away-a-bad-day gene from him.

"Yes, Susie. Let's go get your brother." Cas hoists her up, resting her on his hip. Dean would never describe himself as baby-crazy, but something in his heart clenches watching his husband carry his daughter, that he's sure Sam would describe as Dean's biological clock. Cas goes out in search of Sam and Teddy and Dean is left rolling his eyes and snagging Cas's suit jacket and trenchcoat from the back of his chair and the sad hat rack behind the door.

Sam has both of Teddy's sticky little hands in his stupid hair and watching Cas smile up at their son and these are the four people he loves most in the world and he just feels ridiculous, smiling like a moron in the doorway of Cas's office.

"C'mon, we're going before traffic gets ridiculous," Dean finally says, reaching up to detach Teddy from Sam's shoulders. Teddy comes easily enough, squirming around to grab at the lapels of his coat. Sam sort of looks like he'd rather head home to Jess on a rainy, gross day, but he just drops terrible sloppy kisses on the top of the kids' heads and waves goodbye as the Winchesters troop into the elevator.

There's a moment of ridiculous whining when the kids insist that they all want to drive together, but then one of them wouldn't have a car the next morning so they finally put Susie in the car with Cas- who's always better at getting her out of a mood, anyway- and Dean and Teddy head back home in the Impala. They manage to skirt around the worst of the pre-post-work traffic snarls and finally pull in next to each other in the garage almost simultaneously. Teddy and Susie scramble into the house, shucking pieces of rain gear as they go. Dean just looks at Cas, sleeves rolled up and mussed and he can't help but kiss him.

"Hi," Dean says, pressing another light kiss to Cas's mouth.

"Hello, Dean," Cas says quietly, smiling slightly as he tugs him closer by Dean's belt loops. Susie pops her head out of the mudroom door.

"Daddy," she whines. "Papa has to call for the pizza. Gross." Cas smiles, relinquishing Dean to pizza duties. Dean calls to place their normal disgustingly huge order, since their family is filled with vacuums, and takes Susie's stained ballet costume from Cas, who is washing the last flecks of blue paint out of Susie's hair. Dean just covers the whole thing in soap and leaves it to soak as he has Teddy rip up the lettuce for a salad- because he has to at least pretend that they're going to get some nutritional value out of the night.

Susie and Cas waltz in, Cas looking a little more damp for the wear, Susie in her favorite princess pajamas. The pizza delivery guy, upon ringing the doorbell, looks like he really worries about them as he hands over the three pizzas.

"Daddy, can I dye my hair?" Susie asks, dragging tips of her blond hair through drips of pizza sauce. "Red, like Aunt Anna?" Dean eyeballs her.

"No, and now you have to take another bath," Dean tells her, reaching across the table to wipe her hair clean with a paper towel. Susie frowns deeply.

"Papa, I asked Daddy," Susie whines, because she knows Cas is a soft, soft, soft touch.

"Your father said no," Cas agrees with a shrug. Dean shoots him a look like, "Thanks for making me the bad guy," but Cas just levels Susie with a raised eyebrow when she opens her mouth to protest. "And so do I."

Susie shrugs herself, philosophically, but there's a gleam in her eye and Dean's not looking forward to next art class, because he thinks she might be covered in paint again, but on purpose, this time. Teddy runs a sticky, messy hand through his hair speculatively, too and Dean just sighs and thinks about having a drink.

"Baths for everyone," he proclaims and Teddy shrieks his displeasure. Dean wishes they had a pool, so he could just fling them into it and be done with it. "Should have thought about it first, bud." Cas just chuckles as he picks up plates and bits of discarded crusts, swooping by as he heads into the kitchen to whisper in Dean's ear.

"How dirty did you get today?" Cas asks him, and it's corny and could be completely innocent, except for the way the tips of Dean's ears turn red. "Since, if everyone has to have a bath, I guess I have to do you." Dean just glares up at Cas, ears getting redder.

"Might have to scrub your mouth out with soap," Dean threatens quietly. Cas just smiles innocently.

"I think we should have ice cream," Susie interrupts. Dean raises his eyebrows.

"I think pizza was the treat for today," Dean suggests. “Plus, you’ll get sticky and disgusting.”

"We're already going to have to have baths," she tries, persuasively. Dean rolls his eyes, even as Ted claps delightedly.

"One spoonful each," Dean finally caves. Cas already has four spoons in his hand as he reaches into the freezer. Dean doesn't know whether he's pleased that Cas knows him so well, or horrified by how predictable he is.

"Do I get to make my own spoon?" Susie asks so sweetly that Dean knows she's going to take the most inconceivably huge spoonful of ice cream ever, but she did have a rough day, so Dean just rolls his eyes again and offers her the tub. True enough, it's ginormous, and Susie cheerfully gnaws at it. Teddy gets a more sedate spoonful, as scooped by Cas, but it still ends up all over his face.

"Can I trust you to scoop for yourself?" Cas asks him solemnly. Dean snorts, and scoops a bare half-spoonful and hands it to Cas.

"You've been extremely bad today," he explains, as Cas raises his eyebrows. "You got lucky, getting any."

"As long as I'm getting some," Cas replies blankly, as Dean chokes on his bite.

"Doubtful," Dean wheezes at him. Cas just insinuates himself onto Dean's chair, pressing their sides flush together.

"Mmm," Cas hums around his spoon, licking it clean slowly, while Dean narrows his eyes at him. And despite the fact that he really just wants to drag his husband upstairs and show him exactly how lucky he is, for at least three hours, he instead manhandles his children into a bathtub- tucking one under each arm to their delighted screams- leaving Cas with firm instructions to load the dishwasher.

There may actually be a god, because Teddy passes out halfway through getting dressed in his pajamas and Susie protests she's not sleepy until she gets put under the covers when she promptly falls asleep.

So Dean gets to head back downstairs, pulling off his damp button down, and throwing it into a laundry basket. Cas is sitting at the kitchen counter, doing the crossword out of the previous day's newspaper, and although Dean himself is tired enough to go right to bed himself, the look Cas shoots him over the edge of the paper makes Dean feel hot all the way down to the tips of his toes.

"I missed you today," Cas says quietly, putting the paper down, the scrape of the kitchen stool loud in the remarkable quiet of the house.

"Me too," Dean agrees, reaching forward to pull Cas in by his belt loops for a long kiss.

"Is it bedtime?" Cas asks, his trademarked maddeningly bland expression on in full force. Dean bites at his mouth, pulling them completely flush.

"You tell me." Dean suggests and Cas just tucks his fingers into the waist of Dean's jeans.

"Maybe I'll read you a story." Cas quips and Dean grins, lazy and pleased, the muscles of his shoulders and back finally relaxing.

"Maybe you should act it out, instead. Do all the voices." Dean prompts and Cas just laughs and guides Dean upstairs to their bedroom.