A Fallen Love (Sequel to Destiel's Family)

Chapter 4

Dean walked up to the table, a plastic grocery bag in his hand. Cas ran up and hugged him. "I knew you'd come," he whispered.

"Well, I couldn't let you have a party without cake," Dean said as he pulled a small frosted cake out of the bag. "I picked this up on my way here."

Cas laughed and grabbed a knife to cut the cake. He and Dean served a piece to each guest, saving two for themselves. At first Castiel was mad at Dean for not listening to his wishes but in the end, Cas was happy Dean had done what he did.

The party lasted a little bit longer, and all of the moms swarmed Dean. They were all so supportive of his and Cas's relationship and it made Dean proud to have Castiel as a boyfriend. As the party wrapped up, the moms took their babies and left while Sam, Dean, Monica, and Castiel stayed to clean up.

"I'll admit it," Dean said, tossing a paper cup into the wire trash can. "The party was pretty great."

"I know it seems a little...useless to you but--" Cas started.

"It's not useless," Dean interrupted, "I get it now, you just want to celebrate everything you can. And that's great, Cas! But maybe next time we can discuss it more."

"And maybe next time you can be a little more open minded," Cas laughed and Dean pulled him into an embrace. They kissed quickly buy Dean pulled away. Cas frowned.

"Not here. Not in front of everyone," Dean whispered.

"Why?" Cas whined.

"Just...not right now. Let's go get Bobby. Monica has him on the swings," Dean pulled Cas's arm towards the swing set where Bobby was giggling and squirming. "Hey, buddy!" Dean ran over to his son.

"Let's go home, okay?" Castiel cooed to his son in the swing. Cas scooped up Bobby and gave him a kiss on the head before walking next to Dean towards the picnic table.

Cas handed Bobby to Dean while he helped Sam load the extra food in the car across the playground. Monica stood over the picnic table, throwing away trash.

"Excuse me," an older woman with brown hair streaked with gray tapped on Dean shoulder. "Is this your boy?" She asked, stroking Bobby's head.

"Uh-yeah," Dean said uncomfortably. "This is my son, uh-Bobby."

"He is adorable!" The old woman cooed.

"Yeah, I guess he is. Today is his six month birthday."

"How wonderful! Is that his mother over there?" She pointed towards Monica who was now folding a table cloth.

"No, that's my brother's fiancé," Dean explained.

"So where is his mother?"

"Well, uh-" Dean stuttered.

"Dean!" Cas shouted, running towards him. Dean sighed with relief. "I'm going to put Bobby in the car." Cas took Bobby and pecked Dean on the cheek before walking now towards the car.

"I guess he is?" Dean seemed to ask the woman.

"Excuse me, but that's a man. You're not telling me that you and that man are raising a child together, are you?" She made a disgusted look.

"Well he is my boyfriend so, yeah, we are raising Bobby together," Dean was becoming impatient.

"How could you do that to such a precious child? What you are doing is so unnatural!" Every word that came out of the woman's mouth made Dean angrier and angrier. "How did you even get a baby? Did you steal it?"

It took all the strength Dean had to keep from physically and verbally attacking this woman. Cas started walking back, a smile on his face. All Dean could do was stare at this woman until Cas walked up to Dean and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"Ready to go?" Castiel asked. "The car is loaded up so we just have to--"

Dean cut him off by clutching Cas's trench coat and pulling him into a kiss. Not just any kiss, the kind of kiss a person dreams of their whole life. It was the kind of kiss you did in the bedroom where nobody could see. It was the kiss Cas had waited for from the day he met Dean. This kiss meant something.

The kiss was wholesome and true. It started just to piss of the old woman, but it turned into something greater. Dean hadn't realized how how much he had wanted to kiss Cas like this until their lips had touched.

Eventually it had to end. Dean released Cas's jacket, pulled away from his lips and mumbled, "Lets's go," as he marched to the car.