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When Castiel reflects on his life he doesn’t think about the eons he’s spent alive. He doesn’t think about the creation of the universe, or it’s inhabitants.
No, when Castiel reflects on his more than billion year old existence his mind drifts back to the mission to hell that sent him down to the pit to rescue a soul so tortured and filled with anguish.
That soul despite its ability to break down creatures and torture others still held a shine to it that made him…curious.
That made him stop and watch, even if just for a moment and when that soul gripped him back tearing into his grace gnashing at him viciously he couldn’t help but be fully enamored with this little thing.
Putting together that Righteous man, changed the trajectory of Castiel’s very being.
He’d been curious before, he’d fallen out of line and asked questions, he’d even rebelled before but having Dean Winchester in his life created in him a new lease on life and the desire to want. Feelings he’d never experienced before and he was desperate to be open to even if he didn’t quite have the understanding of what it meant.
All these years later after constant turmoil it’s just done. The constant barrage of fighting, the back to back world ending events that attached themselves to their lives in a way he never thought he could live outside of are suddenly gone.
Today his life is…boring and he can’t be happier for it.
Morning light filters through the bedroom of the little house attached to the bunker. Castiel finished sleeping hours ago opting to stare at the beautiful and very pregnant man in his bed, tracing the tan skin with many constellations of freckles that grace the now aging face of his love. His hair softer, longer with a beard that Castiel loved to feel the scrape of across his skin.
He can’t help but place a hand on the rounded belly holding something far more precious than they ever imagined, a soft wave of movement crosses his hand and a smile smacks itself on his face.
“I’ve told you how creepy it is that you stare.” Dean grumbles, voice slick with sleep.
“Hmm, yes but I find myself not wanting to miss anything. I’d like to remember it all, you continue to be radiant, my love.” Castiel says placing a gentle kiss on Dean’s belly and left shoulder
“Sap.” Dean says smiling
“You love this sap.” Cas says continuing to leave a trail of kisses
“Unfortunately…” Dean smiles
“Not what you said mere hours ago.” Castiel says nipping Dean's neck lightly as he trails a hand down his chest, circling his sensitive nipples, pulling a gasp from Dean's mouth as his fingers continue their journey past his stomach and lightly over Dean's morning lumber, Castiel calls it.
Dean moans into the air, his back arching off the bed as Castiel continues his ministrations.
“I’m carrying your child and you’re gonna keep teasing?” Dean pouts
“Of course not. I’m just going to take my time.” Castiel smirks sucking on one of Dean's hardened nipples.
“Oh f—fuck…” Dean stutters as Castiel shifts him to his side the swollen belly cradled onto the soft body pillow that takes up the other side of the bed.
“I plan to, yes.” Cas chuckles as he uses his grace to ease the way as he slips a long thick digit into Dean.
“Yeah, Cas just like that sweetheart. Oh fuck…” Dean pants
“Of course, my love, you are so beautiful like this. You have no idea what this does to me do you? To have you in my arms, to have you swollen with my child, oh heaven could never have created such a vision so splendid for me.“ Cas says slipping a second finger in Dean, opening him up, sliding in and out of him, tormenting Dean with each pass over his prostate as he grinds into Castiel’s hot hard dick.
Castiel leans in closer to suck a bruise onto Dean's neck and hums happily at the perfect turn to his morning.
He works Dean until he’s panting harshly with need, thrashing in Castiel’s grip.
“Please Cas please!” Dean shouts
Castiel, just as affected as his love, takes mercy and withdraws his fingers pulling a whimper from the former hunter.
He takes his naked cock and strokes it a few times, before reaching for the bottle of lube close by and coats himself before shifting over.
“Are you ready for me?”
Dean groans nodding his head frantically
“Hmm…oh fuck, Dean!” Castiel groans as he pushes gently into Dean, holding still as he bottoms out.
Deans panting fills the room as he waits for Castiel to get moving knowing that the angels going to start moving as soon as the stillness gets unbearable.
Dean reaches back behind to grab Castiel’s cheek and gently slip a finger inside his husband smiling victoriously when the angel groans at the intrusion.
It’s an awkward position but Castiel makes it work as he slowly starts grinding into his husband the tight heat gripping him with every movement
Dean pulls his hand away and Castiel grips his hips as his movements begin pulling out slowly in and out driving them both crazy.
“Oh fuck Cas please!”
“Yes, yes Dean. Oh you feel amazing. Made for me you were. Oh there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you my love. You have captured me and restrained me to your will. I live for you and you alone, my love.” Cas rambles as he fucks harder into the Hunter pounding his prostate during each pass.
“Hmm I’m yours Cas..” Dean pants breathlessly
“Yes, yes mine, only mine. I’m yours only, Dean I can’t—oh fuck! Come for me, my love.” Cas says reaching down to stroke Dean's neglected cock strongly.
Dean shouts at the touch until he feels that familiar pull as his vision whites out and he comes. Taking Castiel right over the edge with the force he tightens around the angel.
Castiel slips an arm around Dean's waist to hold him close despite being covered in come.
He hums happily into his neck and finds himself slipping into sleep again.
“Uh, uh clean us up Cas before you pass out.”
Castiel groans in complaint, loving the sight of a swollen pregnant Dean full and leaking with his come.
He snaps his fingers and they’re clean although he keeps himself inside Dean loving the feel of him around him. Despite Dean’s complaints he knows he loves the feeling of being filled and held in that state even if he complains about it.
They drift off to sleep together after that. Savoring a few more hours of rest before they’re forced to get up and head over to the bunker for their monthly brunch with the rest of their family.
Castiel’s mind lingers around the thoughts of his new life and how terrified he is that such delicate creatures decide his fate.
Of course, he means that emotionally, his son is god yes but is much more a regular nine year old child and his pregnant husband is a vision the gods could not even design.
He relishes the new chains that bind him to earth, the bindings are filled with love and devotion instead of blind obedience.
They are filled with responsibility to a true family to care for that cares for him, a husband who’s deadly when threatened but is the sweetest person Castiel’s ever met when he’s taking care of his family. With one look or pout Castiel is putty in the hands of those he loves.
He won’t deny it, his mischievous husband can get away with anything and Castiel will allow it, although now that he thinks about it, that might’ve always been the case where Dean was involved.
He knows with the addition of a baby, he’ll have no feet to stand on and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“You’re thinking loud angel, what’s on your mind?” Dean asks with a complaining grunt at having lost the feel of Castiel inside him during sleep from them tossing and turning.
“Just being grateful I guess.” Castiel says softly reaching over to kiss the inside of Deans wrist.
“Hmm…you getting weepy on me today?” Dean smiles
“No, I just…I don’t know I never believed this would ever be possible, if past me were to see the life we live he’d lose his mind.”
“Because you wouldn’t want it?”
Cas shakes his head “Because I’d want it so much, I’d literally be okay with burning down the world to obtain it.”
“Sap.” Dean says smiling turning over to better reach Castiel’s face, running his hand through the angels salt and pepper locks and down through the full beard that surrounds that beautiful face. “But yeah I get what you mean.”
Castiel nods as his eyes flutter closed at his loves touch.
“Come on sweetheart, let's get ready, busy day today. And I’m gonna need you to make a grocery run, I’m all out of yogurt and low on that jerky your child thinks we can survive on.”
“You’re out of your snacks?” Castiel asks horrified he’s heard the many folktales of malady that would befall one for failing to meet a pregnant persons cravings.
“Yeah no big deal I can make do with what we got. It’s really okay Cas.”
“Dean, you are my human and my husband who is also carrying my child. You shall never go without. This is not good…”
“Buddy, sweetheart, it's okay.” Dean chuckles at Castiel’s soldier with a mission face, one he loves as much as he’s annoyed by.
“Let’s get ready and I will procure these items for you my love.” Castiel says getting up and carrying Dean out of the bed.
“Whoa Cas! It’s okay really honey.”
“I promised to always care and provide for you. This is me doing it so please allow me my mission Dean.”
“Fine angel, as long as we can fuck about it in the shower.” Dean jokes
“Of course Dean.” Castiel says with a dark heat in his eyes
Oh shit I’m in for a ride Dean thinks to himself.
An hour and 6 six simultaneous orgasms later the couple find themselves in the bunker, Dean and Cas finishing breakfast before Dean begins to make the muffins and foods that will feed the rest of their brood once the guests arrive for brunch.
Dean loves this part of the month, having everyone over and taking care of them. It heals a part of the lonely little boy inside himself.
Castiel holds him from behind, lifting his belly for a few moments of relief in his spine from the weight of carrying a nephilim.
“I shall return soon my love, tell Sam if you require his assistance in the prep until I return okay? I’m taking Jack with me so he can pick up something for Jody and Donna.” Castiel says kissing and lightly biting Deans neck
“Sure sounds awesome.” Dean relaxes into the touch before he feels Castiel pull away.
His big hands cradle Dean's face pulling him in for a deep and filthy kiss that makes the hunters knees weak.
The sound of a throat clearing interrupts the moment.
“Eww again?” A freshly showered Jack groans covering his eyes complains as his light up sneakers light his way across the kitchen to steal some bacon.
“Hey it’s a healthy love, it’s good you see your fathers in love. Tell Sam and Eileen ew.” Dean laughs
“I do but they never listen!” Jack says with a full mouth and napkins filled with more bacon.
Castiel laughs at them both.
“Come on Jack, you can help me pick the flowers we’re going to give Jody and Donna.”
Jack lights up his shoes flashing as he runs to Baby.
“Remember take it easy.” Castiel says sternly
“Yeah yeah, go get me my snacks.”
Castiel steals another kiss and nods firmly before disappearing in a fluttering of wings to meet Jack.
Castiel can’t help the smile on his face these days, he can barely recognize himself, the angel he’s become, a former weapon of heaven, his soldierly resolve, now laid to waste by a green eyed beauty and nine year old.
He’s bound to them by duty, responsibility and most importantly love and Castiel wouldn’t change a thing to get where he is now.