Daddy Issues

Five

Friday comes around faster than the two thought it would. Of course, they had no problem whatsoever with it, but damn. They weren't looking forward to waking up this morning.

"Baby," Sam singsongs quietly, shaking his boyfriend's shoulder gently. "Baby, wake up."

"Nngh," Gabriel groans.

Archangels, (or any angels in general other than fledglings and hatchlings), never sleep. When they do finally get themselves to sleep, though, They are out. As in, you'll have to take whatever you got to wake them up.

"Baby, come on. We gotta get up for those kids," Sam says, slightly louder. His bangs fall into his eyes, but he gets annoyed by it and blows them out immediately, only to have them take their place back in his face.

"What kids?" Gabriel mumbles. "Please don't tell me you're pregnant."

"Brandon and Annie!" Sam exclaims. "And I can't even get pregnant!"

"Oh, shit!" Gabe shoots up. "Brandon and Annie! We gotta go! Like now!" He snaps his fingers, dressing them both quickly in recent clothing.

Sam looks at his hair in a nearby mirror. "Dude! My hair looks like hell!"

"This isn't the time to be dramatic, Samantha! We have children to entertain!"

"I'm serious! It's like sex hair times 1000!" Sam shrieks. "God, I need a hair cut!"

Gabe snaps his fingers again as he's rummaging through something to find some candy for the kids. With the snap of Gabe's fingers, Sam's hair is fixed and neat with his favorite beanie pulled over it.

Sam sighs in relief. "Okay. Now we're good."

"Alright. Come on, drama queen. We have children to meet," Gabriel takes Sam by his waist and snaps his fingers.
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"Dean," Cas says from the kitchen. "Lunch time."

"Woo!" Dean calls back. He rises from the couch and walks into the kitchen.

"I hope you like what a made," Cas says, putting the bowl in front of him.

"What'd you make, Dad- Cas, I mean," Dean clears his throat.

"Dean, it's okay for you to call me that," Cas places a spoon next to the bowl.

"No it's not. It's pathetic. I shouldn't even be here," he says this before he can stop himself.

"Who told you that it's pathetic?" Cas says, anger catching his tone slightly.

Okay, so this kinda freaks Dean out a little. He's always felt pretty intimidated by the angel being even the slightest bit angry, even if it isn't with him.

"I..um.." Dean trails off, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Tell me, Dean," Cas says sternly.

"Lucifer," he mumbles, hoping that Castiel didn't hear him.

"Don't mumble," he says.

"Lucifer, okay?" he says louder. "He told me that I'm pathetic for doing all this." Dean sighs and lays his head in his arms on the table.

Castiel frowns, truely starting to get pissed. Not at Dean, of course, but with these damn nightmares. Also the fact that the world has broken the hunter so much that's he's this insecure.

'Dean doesn't deserve any of the crap that gets thrown at him. He's such a good man. His father was horrible. He's literally been to Hell and back. He simply needs a break,' Castiel thinks.