Collection of Destiel

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Sunsets used to be just another happening that Dean let slip through his fingers. When he was younger he took them for granted. They were just a signal that night was coming and that meant fun. Sunsets were something that he was too young to appreciate as anything except a beckoning for night. Just as morning coffees, and newspapers, and little league baseball, and goodnight kisses had just been something he never thought would shape his day.

"Dad, where does the sun go when it sets?" His son asked from where he was perched on edge of their porch.

Dean smiled as his eyes fell on the magnificent glow of Little Bobby's eyes. "It goes and wakes up everyone on the other side of the planet."

Bobby nodded to himself as if this was a scientific breakthrough. "So when it comes up to greet us, then it is saying goodbye to the people on the other side of the planet?"

"Yeah." A subtle summer breeze brought the warm scent of pine toward Dean as he closed his eyes and sat back a little farther in his chair. Twenty years ago he would never have asked of this, but now he never wants to close his eyes in fear he would miss something.

"That's weird."

Dean snorted. "I guess so, kiddo."

There was rustling before a small weight fell on Dean's lap. It was a familiar weight, a warm one that still made Dean's whole life light up. Bobby wrapped one arm around his father's neck and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Daddy said that the sun is mysterious. That it shapes this whole universe and it is important. I think it just looks like a tiny yellow bouncy ball." Bobby rambled but Dean could tell his voice was starting to drag out.

"I think you're right." Dean wrapped his arms protectively around his son and stood, feeling cracks and pops in his bones. "I also think it's time to put your wondering mind to bed."

"But Dad! Mary gets to stay up!" Bobby whined but let himself be carried off back into their home. "'M not even tired."

"You ran around the neighborhood with kids all day, Bobby. You are exhausted and going to bed early is nothing to be ashamed of." Dean pecked a kiss on his son's head, loving the little stink face he gets, and weaves his way through their home. "Plus, I heard Daddy is planning on making cookies in the morning... and if you're really good then you will get to have some for breakfast."

Bobby squealed with excitement. "Breakfast cookies! Take me to my room! I need pajamas! And brush my teeth!"

Dean chuckled as they found themselves in the doorway of Bobby's baseball themed room. He set his son down and the second his feet hit the floor he was padding off toward his dresser. Dean leaned against the frame and just watched as his son grinned and jumped with excitement as he went about his nightly routine.

Dean never thought he would have this, this peace inside of him when he sees the person he raised go about mundane things such as brushing teeth. But there was a pride that welled in him. Every time Bobby or Mary would bring home grades, or understand something above their years, or even help his husband cook there was an unmistaken ache inside of him that felt so right sometimes he couldn't breathe. And he never dared imagine a world without this.

"Alright, kiddo, I am going to the living room with Mary and Daddy. I trust you to get into bed and shut the lights out, you're a big kid now after all. We'll be by later to check on you." Dean was about to turn when he felt a small hand clutch at his shirt tail.

"Love you, dad." Bobby gripped Dean's shirt and pulled his face down to place a soft kiss on his cheek. "Night."

"Goodnight." Dean couldn't help but pull him into a hug and kiss the top of his head in return. "Sweet dreams."

"Always." Bobby winked before skipping back to his bed and climbing in. The moment his head hit the pillow his eyes were shut.

He paused a moment with his finger hovering over the light switch. Just one more glance at his perfect son before he let darkness cover the room and he started toward their living room. As he got closer he could hear the conversation between his daughter and his husband.

"I'm telling you, Dad, there is no way that Walter was doing this for his family. It was all for himself." Mary's voice rose.

"That's absurd." Dean could imagine the little crease in Cas' forehead as he argued their teenage daughter. "He needed money to support his wife and two children. I would do the same if it meant keeping you three safe and sound."

"That's the difference between you and Walter White. You would do it for us but he does it for himself. That's also the reason why you should win Father of the Year." Mary snorted playfully.

That was when Dean decided to waltz into the living room with a shit eating grin. "And what's that make me? Chopped liver?"

Cas' face lit up, just like it always did, when Dean plopped down on the couch beside him. They both melted into each other's sides as Mary rolled her eyes but enjoyed the way her family was so close.

"You'd get Mother of the Year." Mary chuckled with the remote ready in her hand.

Dean rolled his eyes but winked at his daughter. "I should, cause I give every stay at home mother a run for their money."

The three all chuckled shortly before Cas' head fell on Dean's shoulder and they got more comfortably situated on the couch. Mary balled herself up on the lounge chair and clicked play on the remote. It was a nightly routine made by Mary that they all sit together and watch shows together. This time it happened to be Breaking Bad, something Dean and Mary absolutely loved but Cas always heckled about the drugs and violence.

The night easily slipped through their fingers as the show carried on. Cas and Mary were glued into the plot, but Dean let his eyes stray over to the stunning faces of his family. His own family never had rituals like this, there was never the closeness that there was with the family he and Cas made together. Every time Cas gripped him tighter or Mary let out a snarky comment, Dean allowed himself to finally realize that life would never be greater than this exact moment.

If only he had the power to freeze time and replay this over and over until the end of time.

"Would you really make drugs if you thought we needed money?" Dean whispered into Cas' ear.

Cas shrugged but tilted his head slightly to peer into his husband's eyes. "Of course, darling, I'd do anything for you."

"Get a room!" Mary snickered with a gagging noise.

Yeah, Dean thought with an idiotic smile on his face, this is exactly where I want to be.