Destiel's Family

Chapter 1

"How is this gonna work, Cas," Dean looked over to the right where his blue eyed angel boyfriend sat next to him at their kitchen table.

"We have a few options, I suppose,"
Castiel smoothed the beige fabric on his shoulder. "For one, we could steal the infant of a woman of earth."

Dean shook away his gaze at Castiel. "No, we are not going to steal anybody's baby, Cas. C'mon! What's the matter with you?"

"Fine. Next option would be for one of us to impregnate a consenting woman and take the infant after the human pregnancy."

"You mean for me to do that."

"I've had sex with a woman before, Dean, and I'm completely capable of procreating. Remember April?"

"Gross, Cas! Can we forget about our past love interests?" But Castiel knew that Dean still hadn't forgotten about Ben and Lisa. His first family. It didn't matter to Castiel, though, because he knew how hard it was for Dean to let go of them.

"And besides," Dean opened a beer he got from the fridge. "You can't make a baby with a human." Dean passed a second beer to Castiel.

"Why can't I be the one to make the child?"

"Cause you won't make a baby. You'll make a Nephilim!"

"Right," said Castiel, embarrassed that his heart had gotten the better of his brain. "Anyway, the final options would be for me to remove my Grace long enough for you and I to conceive--"

"Or I could borrow another angel's Grace. Right?"

"Absolutely not! There is no way to tell how your body will handle it. Besides, it would be too risky and no angel would allow it. Even if we got the Grace, there is no way to tell if you would even be an angel long enough to make a child."

Dean focused his green eyes out the window and looked longingly for an answer. There was a large tree in their yard that reminded him of the one he used to look at through his bedroom window as a child. the familiarity was soothing and Dean held on to the moment. "I think I want the nursery to be on the other side of the hall."

"Okay, Dean," Castiel was surprised by this random piece of information. "We can put it there if you'd like. But remember, we don't need a nursery until we have a baby."

"What about adopting?"

"Well, what about adopting? Be more specific, Dean. I'm not sure I understand what you mean."

"Us! We could adopt," Dean put his arm around Cas's shoulder.

"But...how would it look like us?" Castiel looked disappointed and pulled away from Dean. "We have some time to think about it." Castiel stood up from the kitchen table and left for the bedroom.

"Dammit, Cas!" Dean shouted to nobody. "I can't have one conversation without you walking out on me!" Dean pounded the table and sat, defeated, with his head in his hands.

Castiel stepped back down a step and turned towards the kitchen. Dean had been talking to himself but Cas had heard every word. Deciding not to start an argument, Castiel continued up the stairs and to his bedroom where he would wait for Dean to come and finish the conversation.

But when Dean came upstairs four hours later, he did not want to finish the conversation. Instead he quickly undressed and laid himself down on the bed.

Castiel, who had not been expecting that response, frowned and stood from the bed. He quietly removed his trench coat and carefully hung it on the special hook Dean had hammered into the wall for him. The memory of that day made Castiel smile and place his hand against the wall.

When Castiel had returned to the bed, he pressed himself close to Dean. Dean made no cruel response of pushing him away so Castiel remained where he was, his body close to Dean's.

Castiel waited for sleep to greet him and carry him to the dreamland. While he waited he placed a hand on Dean's bare back and followed the rise and fall of his breathing. Castiel tried to match the breaths and the serenity of the night put Cas to sleep.