Gaurdian Angel

Chapter Twenty Six

Dean's POV

Cas and I woke up early to a sky full of dark rain clouds. After we made breakfast, ate and took a shower (together of course ;) ), we started to get ready to go check in at the adoption agency. Cas brushed his teeth and his hair, then dressed in a white collared shirt, a navy blue tie, and black pants in an attempt to look professional. To me he just looked sexy. I brushed my teeth, spiked my hair into it's normal style, and got dressed. Red collared shirt, black tie, and black pants. I glanced at myself in the mirror and smiled. I thought I looked pretty professional. Worthy of raising a child with my husband. Grabbing an umbrella from the hall closet, I darted out the front door with Cas close to my side, protecting us both from the rain. He got in the passenger's side of the Impala, then I ran around to the driver's side and slid in, tossing the wet umbrella onto the back seat. I slid the key into the ignition, twisting the engine to life. Baby's engine purred smoothly as I pulled out of the garage and onto the road, headed to the agency. I don't want to go into the depressing details of that day, but let's just say that two hours later we were back in the Impala, sad and rejected. Cas was staring blankly at the dashboard, eyes shimmering with sadness. I reached over and put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, don't worry. This isn't the end. We can always get a surrogate mother or adopt straight from a mother putting her child up for adoption." He smiled weakly. "Yeah, I know." He muttered. "I'm just upset about getting rejected here... I mean, don't they think we're fit to be parents? Why wouldn't they give us a chance?" His voice shook slightly, and I vit my lip, sliding my hand down to grab his hand. I laced our fingers and squeezed his hand. "Cas for what it's worth, I think you'll make an amazing dad." Cas smiled at me. "Thank you Dean. I think you'll make an amazing father as well." I smiled back, then pulled out my phone and got onto google. Minutes later, I had the numbers of five potential soon-to-be-mothers who didn't want their babies. For once, I handed Cas the keys and switched places with him so he could drive and I could call the numbers. The first three were a bust, but the fourth seemed like it might work. Her name was Sherrie, and she was nineteen years old. Her boyfriend had gotten her pregnant and she believed she wasn't ready to raise a baby. She was due in a week, and desperate for someone to adopt the child. She had already turned down four prospective parents because she didn't trust them, but she set up a meeting with Dean and Cas in an hour at a small cafe about a half hour away from their house. They got there just in time, and went to go get a table. They asked for a table for four, seeing as the girl was bringing her father with her. The waiter took them to their table, and they both ordered a drink. Coffee for me and water for Cas. It wasn't ten minutes later when a heavily pregnant girl and a gray-haired man walked up to our table. "Are you two Dean and Cas?" I smiled and stood up. "Hello, nice to meet you." I said, smiling and sticking a hand out to shake hers. She smiled and shook my hand, then sunk down into her chair with a small groan. Her father slid into the chair next to her, extending a hand to Cas and I, shaking both our hands in turn. "So boys. We hear that you may want to adopt my daughter's baby." He got right to the point. we both nodded at the same time. "Yes sir, we would." I Said, hoping I'd get points for the 'Sir' thing. He just stared at us, glaring slightly. Cas and I chatted with Sherrie and occasionally her father. Sherrie laughed and joked while we talked, enjoying each other's company. Soon, she got up to go use the restroom, as pregnant women do. Her father watched her leave, then immediately turned and glared at us. "If I have any say in this, you will not get this baby. I will not let this baby be raised by.." He paused in disgust, his nose wrinkling as he sneered at us. "Faggots." It took all my self control, and Cas's comforting hand on my leg, to keep me from punching him dead in the face. "What the hell dude? just because we're different than you doesn't mean we wouldn't make just as good of fathers as any guy." I hissed, glaring at him. He was about to retort, when his daughter waddled back to the table. "Sorry guys, I'm back." She said cheerfully. She slid into her chair, smiling. I forced a smile, waving. "Welcome back." Cas just stared into his coffee cup, knowing that he wasn't a good enough actor to pretend that nothing had just happened. "Sherrie, I think it's time to go. These two won't work." Her father growled out, still glaring at us. Sherrie looked at him, confused. "I though they seemed like the best people for my baby, what happened while I was gone..?" She looked confused and slightly upset. Her dad groaned in annoyance. "DO YOU WANT YOUR BABY GROWING UP IN A HOUSE FULL OF FAGGOTS?" He yelled, loosing his cool. Everyone in the restaurant turned to glare at him, but he was so angry that he just continued glaring at Sherrie. She looked shocked, then her face slowly shifted to a calm expression. She heaved herself to her feet, then pointed to the door. "Get out dad. This is my baby, my decision, and I think that this sweet couple would make amazing parents. As to your question, no, I don't want my baby raised in a house full of faggots, seeing as faggots are cigarettes and I don't want the baby's lungs to be damaged." She turned to me and Cas. "The baby is yours. I'm due in a week, but I'll call you if I'm early or late."