Collection of Destiel

Stay At Home Hunter

Toys lay splayed across the floors as if a hurricane of children had passed through only moments ago. A warm scent of baking cookies filled the air and comforted anyone who stepped into the sturdy household. Small sounds of children's shrill laughter rang through the house and shook it to its core. There were no ghosts, no demons, barely a trace of any misfortune to be found at first glance. The house was simple, and loving in a way that no one would expect for a Winchester.

Years ago, when Dean had a dream about his life if he ever settled down, he never imagined that it could be this peaceful. He never gave himself the chance to imagine a happiness that now stayed low in his gut from the moment he woke up to the moment his face hit the pillow at the end of the day. Not even his brother could handle the way that Dean was truly happy now-a-days. This life was so unlike the Dean from the past, the one that threatened to kill anything in his past. The closest thing he ever got to a knife was cutting the crust off of his kids' peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

"Daddy!" Mary shrieked as she gathered herself up from the dirt in the backyard at the sound of the front door to their house opening. Little Bobby was still too young to walk, but he giggled insistently and outstretched his arms to be carried as to see what the big commotion was.

When the door slammed, Mary had already sprinted clumsily through the mess of toys in the house and collapsed with breathless giggles against her father's shins. "You're home!"

"I'm home every day at this exact time, Mary." Castiel spoke with a loving tone, as he discarded his suitcase and bent down to cradle his daughter in his arms and pull her up so she was situated on his hip. "Did you miss me?"

Her little head bounced as she greedily wrapped her arms around her father's neck. "Dad said that you were going to be late! He said you might not be here to eat!" Her small voice rose in excitement. "I'm so happy you're here!"

Dean appeared in the middle of the room with Little Bobby gargling and squirming at the sight of Cas. "Hey, Cas. How was work? I thought you had a meeting-"

"I canceled it." Cas bent his head and kissed his daughter lovingly. "I didn't want to be away tonight."

"What's tonight?" Mary asked as she leaned back from Cas' hold and searched her father's eyes.

Dean grinned as he met Cas' eyes and felt his cheeks warm. "Tonight, is your Dad and mine's anniversary."

Mary's face lit up. "Oh!"

"Yes, sweetie." Dean stepped forward and managed to shift so he could wrap one arm up around Cas' shoulder to pull the man into a light hug. "A very long time ago, Daddy pulled me from a very bad place."

Tears worked their way into Cas' eyes. "A very long time ago."

"Then you fell in love?" Mary had heard the story more times than she could count, but it never stopped her from wanting to hear it again. She loved the way her fathers looked at each other when they told this story. She loved how happily it ended.

"No, not quite." Dean started to tell it, just as he always did. "I was kind of stupid, so for years we were at a distance. We worked side by side, and you Daddy was always there to protect me. We-" His voice cut off a bit so Cas interrupted.

"We shared a bond that no one else did, something that only grew as the years wore on. The day that our job ended, when everyone was safe and sound, I took your Dad and I kissed him. Nothing special, just a short little peck on the lips." Mary giggled at that which caused both men to smile. "And when it came the day to choose if we wanted to go back to work, or settle down-"

"You chose me and Bobby!" Mary screamed with excitement as she threw her hands into the air.

Dean flushed as he leaned in and pecked his husband on the cheek. "We chose right."

'

After Dean had managed to get both children into their bedrooms, he started toward his own. But a small voice whined and Dean knew that it was Mary. His mind was tired, and all he wanted to do was crawl into bed with his loving husband, but he could never leave his daughter. So, he padded back to her room and cracked open the door.

"Dad? Can you check under my bed for monsters?" Mary's little voice cracked and Dean could easily see the small tears just budding at the sides of her eyes.

"Course, sweetie, but you know that monsters aren't real." Dean knelt down on the floor, feeling some bones crack, and crawled over to peer under the obviously empty bed. "And you know that as long as I am here, I will never let anything hurt you."

"I know, Dad, but sometimes I just get scared."

Dean rose up and sat himself on the edge of her bed. On instinct he reached his hand up and ran reassuring fingers through his daughter's hair. Even though she wasn't biologically his, he still thought he could see his mother's eyes in her.

"I told you before who you were named after, didn't I?"

Mary nodded as she let out a short soft yawn and let her eyes close. "Grandma."

Dean smiled to himself feeling some dampness through his blinks. "She was the strongest person I have ever known. There was nothing that could hurt her, and she held herself so proudly. I named you after her, because you are strong. No monster will ever be able to harm you. I promise."

"I love you, Dad." Mary whispered a little distant.

"Love you, too, sweetie." Dean bent down and placed a warm kiss on her forehead before he stood and left. Before he shut the door, he turned and watched over his daughter's beautiful face. In moments like these his choice of life never bothered him. He loved staying home with his children all day, he loved being nested in a home that Cas provided for him. Dean loved that he had something so special that other people would be envious of. No more did he hate himself, or feel like he was poison. His children were his reasons to live.

'

Castiel felt the weight climb into bed beside him, but he made no motion to move. His eyes were already shut and his breathing just the slightest heavy. It wasn't until he felt warm lips on his neck that he was pulled fully back to reality.

"Dean." Cas let out a soft moan as his husband nibbled along his earlobe.

"Baby, I missed you so much today."

Soon warm arms wrapped around Cas' body and easily flipped him over so that Dean was cradling his body on top of his own. Cas let his eyes fall shut as he exhaled heavily and let his mind stay focused on the warm fingertips massaging into his back.

"How were the kids today?"

"We had our ups and downs. Mary accidently cut her finger on a pair of scissors, I got there right in time before she could give herself a haircut. Little Bobby is started to teeter on his feet, soon he will be walking." Dean smiled proudly to himself at the memory of Bobby grinning and trying so hard to walk over to him. "I'm happy, Cas."

"Me too, Dean." Cas dipped his head and kissed just above Dean's heart. "I have never been happier."

"You think..." Dean drifted off before he cleared his throat. "I'm just gonna say it. I was thinking about another kid."

Cas tensed and pulled his head up to search Dean's eyes carefully. After a few moments he smiled sweetly and let out a deep sigh. "Are you serious, Dean?"

"Absolutely. Maybe another little girl, you know Mary would love a baby sister."

"Could you handle three kids?"

"I stopped the apocalypse, Cas, I think I can handle three children."

Cas snorted as he buried his face into the warmth of Dean's neck. "Then we will start looking tomorrow."

"I love you, Cas."

"I love you, too, Dean."