Collection of Destiel

Kinds of Love

"Goddamn lousy piece of sh-"

"Dean."

Dean turned his furrowed brow from the treehouse that was in disarray and scattered across their yard to see his husband standing on the patio with their young daughter beside him. His face flushed as he wiped the back of his hand across his forehead and sent his husband a meek smile.

"Was Daddy gonna say 'shit'?" Mary asked in a calculating tone.

Cas sent a deathly glare at his husband before bending down to his daughter's level. "He was, sweetie. And remember what I told you about words like that?"

"Words like that are... ig-ig-nor-ignorant." Mary smiled to herself at the delivery of a big word.

Cas beamed at her with a father's pride. "That's right. And what happens when Daddy says words like that?"

"He has to sit in time out for five minutes."

Dean bit back another profanity because he had already spent about a half hour in time out today. Building a tree house was not easy work and unfortunately Dean was a swearer by nature. Without argument he sulked into their house and placed himself in the little children's chair that was faced into a corner of their living room. After a few minutes he grinned because five minutes away from the tree house was heaven.

Still outside, Cas sat down on one of the chairs on their patio and opened a book to enjoy with the cool summer breeze. Mary skipped out into the yard and started to pick up random pieces of tree house to examine. After a couple minutes she got bored and decided to just sit in the grass and watch the clouds go by. Her heart was soaring because Daddy was building this treehouse so when her baby brother finally arrived they would be able to play in it together.

"Time is up!" Cas called over his shoulder into their home.

Dean trudged out of the house, his metaphoric tail still between his legs for getting in trouble yet again, and found himself standing beside where Cas was seated. His green eyes fell on his beautiful little girl who was pointing to clouds and talking to herself about the shapes of them. His heart felt as if it would burst.

"We're lucky, aren't we?" He asked with a hoarse voice.

Cas let his book fall to his lap as he glanced up at his husband. "Yes we are. The luckiest souls in the world."

Dean bent over just barely to give his husband an upside down kiss. "I love you."

"I love you, too. Are you going to finish that thing tonight? Anna is in labor now and we should be heading to the hospital to pick up our son some time tomorrow." Cas' eyes searched Dean's. "I wasn't the one who said that it had to be done-"

"It's a f-" Dean got himself with a smirk. "It's a flippin' treehouse. It shouldn't be this hard to build. I'll figure it out."

Cas nodded with a knowing smile of his husband's stubbornness before turning his eyes back to his book. "Dinner is in a couple hours. I want you showered before you sit at the dinner table."

"You used to love my stink." Dean chuckled as he walked by and received a smack on his ass.

Dean walked into the yard. He set his hands on his hips and took a deep breath as his eyes raked over the parts and pieces thrown across the grass. When his eyes fell on his daughter's body he found himself not caring about the treehouse. Instead he made his way over and plopped down onto the grass beside her.

The two laid out, their eyes searching the skies, before Mary snuggled herself into Dean's side with a light sigh. "Do you think he will love me?"

"The new baby?" Dean repositioned his arm so that it was wrapped around Mary's small shoulders.

Mary nodded against his shoulder.

"Of course he will. You're his big sister. I'm Uncle Sammy's big brother and I would do anything for him. Some day you will understand what kind of love that is." Dean felt tears start to bubble at the corner of his eyes. "It's a love that will take your breath away."

"Is it like how you love Dad?"

"No. There are many different loves in the world. There is the love I feel toward your Dad. That love is one that burns with a passion that you don't quite understand yet. It starts slow and then consumes you until all you want is to have nothing but that love for the rest of your life. Then there is the love you feel for me and Dad. That love is strong, it's unbreakable and it will be with you for the rest of your life. Even when you get big and move away, that love will travel the distance and always stay dear in your heart. The love that Dad and I feel for you is almost too much to comprehend. I would do anything in my entire existence for you. I would sacrifice it all just so that you never have to know what it is like to sacrifice. It's soul deep and has reshaped my life like I never believed possible.

"And there is the love you will feel for your brother. It's a connection, to grow up beside someone, that will thin some times and thickened during others. You will fight and dislike each other but when it really counts that love will prove to defeat any obstacle. It is something to cherish because some people don't have it." Dean realized that he went into a speech without meaning to and cleared his throat. "He'll love you, Mary, I promise."

Mary's small hand gripped tightly to Dean's shirt. "I love you."

"I love you, too, pumpkin pie."

"I love you." Castiel's voice came from above Dean. Misty eyes met Dean's as Cas sat down on the grass near his husband's head. "I love you, both."

The three sat there in their yard, surrounded by miscellaneous parts of an unfinished tree house and covered by a blanket of clouds, as they thought over the loves they had in their lives.

And the next day, when Robert Jonathon was welcomed into their home, Mary cried as she held her little brother in her arms. In her softest voice she whispered down at him, "I am never gonna stop loving you, little brother. I promise to always cherish you."

As she placed a kiss on Bobby's forehead, Dean and Cas cried quietly from their places on either side of her.