Sheva's home
Roan WV
Front yard
Sam and Cas were outside putting a dresser together for the baby.
The sun set, casting a warm glow over the front yard as Sam and Cas knelt on the grass, surrounded by pieces of a baby dresser that looked more like a puzzle than furniture. A light breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees, but the two were focused on the task at hand.
"Okay, so this should be the side panel," Sam said, holding up a large piece of wood. He squinted at the instruction manual, flipping it upside down. "Or... maybe it's the bottom? I can never tell with these things."
Cas tilted his head, his brow furrowing in concentration. "Perhaps we should start with the assembly instructions. It might be beneficial to follow a step-by-step process."
"Right," Sam replied, a chuckle escaping him. "But who has time for that when we can just wing it?" He tossed the manual aside dramatically, earning a quirked eyebrow from the Angel.
"Winging it has not proven effective in past experiences." Cas pointed out, his voice calm yet firm. "You once built a bookshelf upside down, Sam."
"Okay, okay, point taken." Sam conceded, picking up the manual again. He scanned the pages, then sighed. "How the hell do they expect us to fit this thing together? It's like a jigsaw puzzle designed by a sadistic toddler."
Cas reached for one of the smaller pieces, his fingers grazing the smooth surface. He paused, the corner of his mouth twitching in a rare smile.
They both leaned over the pieces, and Sam picked up a screwdriver. "Okay, let's try this. You hold that side, and I'll screw this in."
As they worked together, Cas's brow furrowed in concentration while Sam's laughter filled the air whenever they fumbled a piece or misaligned a screw. "You know, I never thought I'd be assembling baby furniture in the front yard with an Angel." Sam remarked, pausing to wipe sweat from his brow.
Cas glanced up, his expression serious yet warm. "Neither did I, but I find it... enjoyable. This is a new experience."
"Yeah, well, let's just hope the baby doesn't mind a slightly crooked dresser." Sam shot a playful wink at Cas, who seemed to ponder the implications of a crooked piece of furniture.
With one final twist of the screwdriver, Sam stepped back and surveyed their work. "There! It's not perfect, but it's definitely functional."
Cas straightened, his eyes scanning the dresser with a hint of pride. "It will serve its purpose. And it is a testament to our teamwork."
"Or our lack of planning." Sam laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. "Either way, we did it together—just like we do everything else."
As they stood in the bright afternoon light, the baby dresser leaning slightly to the right, both men knew that no matter how many hurdles they faced, they would always find a way to make it work—together. As they began cleaning up, the pizza man came with the delivery.
Pizza? You ordered pizza?" Castiel said, his head tilting quizzically. "What is pizza?"
Sam chuckled as he attempted to explain. "It's like... a flatbread with toppings. You'll love it, Cas. It's a human delicacy."
"Delicacy," Cas echoed, nodding seriously. "I will try this... pizza."
"We probably should take it inside."
"Right."
The boys left the dresser on the front yard, and waltzed inside with the pizzas. Sheva and Dean weren't on the couch anymore.
"Where are they?" Cas asked Sam.
"You probably don't want to know... let's talk about something else. Did you know people put pineapple on pizza?"
"Why would anyone put pineapple on pizza?" Castiel asked, genuinely puzzled.
Castiel heard the muffled sounds coming from behind the bedroom door. It was a cacophony of moans, the creaking of the bed, and Sheva's high-pitched screams. His mind immediately jumped to the worst-case scenario— Dean was hurting her.
"Dean!" Castiel called out, his voice urgent. "Shouldn't we check on them?" He asked Sam.
Sam, who had been pacing nearby, shot him a warning look. "Cas, wait. Dean can handle himself, and Sheva is..." He trailed off, a hint of embarrassment on his face.
"She's what?" Castiel demanded, his anxiety growing.
"Just... a bit vocal." Sam mumbled, running a hand through his hair. "They're fine."
But Castiel couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The screams were becoming more frequent, and he was certain he heard the bed hitting the wall. "I'm going in." He declared, moving towards the door.
"Cas, no!" Sam tried to stop him, but Castiel was already turning the knob.
The door swung open, revealing a sight that left Castiel frozen in shock. Dean, lay on the bed, holding a very nude, and very pregnant Sheva at his mercy.
"Oh..." Castiel's voice trailed off.
"Come to join the fun?" Dean pulled the sheet around them.
"I... I thought she was in danger." Castiel stammered, his eyes darting between Dean and Sheva, trying to make sense of the situation.
"Danger? Oh Cas, this is the opposite of danger. Relax." Dean said, his voice light and playful. "We're just having a little fun. You know, a bit of privacy wouldn't hurt."
"Privacy?" Castiel's eyes widened, and he turned to Sam, who had followed him into the room, his face a mask of surprise. "Did you know about this?"
Sam shook his head, his eyes glued to the spectacle before them. He had no words.
"I... tried to stop him." Sam covered his eyes.
"Aw come on, Join us, Cas." Dean joked, his voice laced with humor."
Slapping the sheet. "You look like you could use some release."
Castiel's cheeks flushed, and he adjusted his tie, a nervous habit. "I... I don't think that's appropriate."
"Appropriate?" Dean laughed, the sound echoing in the small room. "Who cares about appropriate when you can have this?" I'm beautiful."
Castiel's eyes widened further, if that were possible. "I need some air." He mumbled, backing away from the door.
"Wait, Cas!" Dean called out, but Castiel was already making his retreat, his mind reeling from the unexpected revelation.
As he stepped out, closing the door behind him, he heard Sam's nervous laughter. He leaned against the wall, taking a moment to process what he had just witnessed. "I never knew Dean was that flexible." He whispered to himself, a mix of astonishment and disbelief in his voice.
If Castiel smoked, he would definitely want a cigarette after witnessing that whole fiasco.
