Our Little Condition

Perfect logic

Cas p.o.v

I'm woken up by the sounds of Metallica's Sandman playing somewhere in the house. Opening my eyes I realize I'm not in my room, my room is blue. It is also not Dean's bedroom. This room is full of cream tones with green and blue touches highlighting the space. But then 'where in the hell am I exactly?'

Getting out of bed I pad my way towards the origin of the music. Walking down a flight of stairs I notice photos on the walls, many photos. The most recent passed first; pictures of myself and Dean with some little girl. She's about 10 years old, with long blond hair and Deans freckles but my blue eyes. Walking down the stairs, I see the regression in the photo's. Dean and I with the mystery girl but she is younger, on Dean's hip. Sam and Gabe both in suits, wearing flower crowns. Dean and I surrounded by baby equipment infront of a house with a sold sign in front. Dean and Sam at Sam's graduation. Dean and I infront of an altar...

By the time I reach the bottom of the stairs I am utterly conviced that this must be a dream or I might have died in my sleep because this may be Heaven. How could it be that my life could ever be this perfect. This normal. How could it be that I end up with my Prince Charming, my Dean Winchester. Turning towards the music I'm almost bowled over with the scene before me: Dean and who I assume is our daughter, slow dancing around the lounge bathed in soft morning light. She's still a bit clumsy and steps on Dean's toes, causing his mouth to set every once in a while before turning back up into a peaceful smile. I watch the serene scene before me until Dean bends to dip his princess, her blond hair sweeping the floor. Bringing her up again, our eyes meet. I feel my heart simultaneously melt and explode...

"Hey look Claire, Dadda finally decided to wake up"

"Wake up."

"Wake up Cas"

"Cas babe, we are going to be late." I feel a hand move my shoulder, rather aggresively. I turn to force my head deeper into my pillow, trying to return to my glorious, magnificant dream.

"Cas, babe. We have to get up. Sam and I still have to go home and shower and stuff. Plus it's like 6:45 already." 6:45! Lurching out of bed I almost fall off of the bottom edge but don't because Dean catches me before I can join the heap of pillows and blankets on the floor. Even half awake and late I take a few moments to admire my boyfriend. Strong muscular arms attached to a sturdy torso, topped with a beautifully chiseled jawline and apple eyes. All covered in gorgeous freckles. All of him. Even his magnificant penis which is unfortunaley covered in a pair of pale blue boxers at this moment...Aren't those mine?

"Are you wearing my boxes?" I ask, partially turned on.

"That's what you are thinking about right now?" Dean ask's, chuckling as he pulls me away from the peril of the bed's edge.

"It's a perfectly logical question to ask." I say shifting uncomfortably because I am rather sensitive in my rear. A slight burning sensation actually.

"I guess so, and yeah they are probably yours. But I panicked because Gabe kind of just barged in here a few minutes ago saying Sammy's going to have a cow if he's late." Dean says, shrugging into his t-shirt. Darn it. It's Monday. Work. Work! Jumping out of bed this time I rush towards my en suite and start the shower. Climbing into the still lukewarm water I frantically start washing myself. Switching the water off, I climb out and begin to dry myself roughly only slowing down to softly pat my arse dry.

"I'm sorry Cas. I didn't mean to hurt you last night. I'll give you a massage and run you a ralaxing bath tonight to make up for it?" Dean says, coming to stand behind me. Gently smoothing my hair with one hand as his other tentatively sooths my still sore arse.

"I know Dean. I could have asked you to go softer but I didn't. It was fantastic, don't feel bad." I say, becoming progressively redder as I explain myself, feeling half of my body's supply of blood rush down to my penis. "Now if you would not mind. You are making me rather horny and I cannot afford to be late Dean." I say.

With one last squeeze, Dean lets go, looking at my semi erection through the reflection in the mirror before laughing to mask the lust in his darkening eyes.

"In that case, we'll see you tonight Cas. I'll drop the boys off at school on my way to work." Dean says, leaving the bathroom, leaving me to get ready for my day. A few minutes later I hear faint shouting from the front door:

"Bye Cassie, see ya later!"

"Have a good day!"

"See ya later babe! There's tea and toast for you!"

How did I end up so lucky? God must still care about me...

(Fastforward)

"Morning Castiel. Cutting it a bit close aren't you? Here's your tea with honey." Jack says, handing me my bee mug.

Taking a tentative sip I sigh at the warmth as it slides down my throat, warming my innards up. Steeling me for the day.

"Just because I am usually about an hour early does not mean being on time is late. Besides, you are here almost as early as I am usually, one would think you live here." I say as I unlock and open my office.

"Yeah, I do live in this hell hole don't I. But it passes the time." Jack says, following me into the office.

"Why don't you spend more time with your Jo and friends?" I ask innocently, imagining Jo and Jack growing up together and how they turned out so different.

"Because my entire family act as if they are in drugs. It's basically Mom who is the only sane one." Jack replies, fixing some paperwork on my desk.

"Well at least you always have some entertainment." Should I ask what is going on between Char and Jo? I don't want to pry but it is just so obvious that they like one another...Perhaps Jo is straight?

"So the Winchesters along with myself and my brother took Char-Charlie out to the Roadhouse last night for supper..." I begin tentatively, carefully avoiding eye contact by bringing up my schedule for the week.

Laughing softly, "God, Jo must have almost died. She has the sharpest tongue but the moment Charlie rocks up she is dumbfounded."

"Chemistry?"

"Jo has a massive crush on Charlie and has since like 11th grade but you know, heartbreak in a homegrown conservativ styled town like this and Charlie being so, so Charlie. She was in love with a boy named Ash, a bloody genius once you could get onto his wavelength. Anyway, him and Jo were together for almost 3 years and all of a sudden he commits suicide. It tore her up inside. She couldn't even look at another person in a romatic light until Charlie came into school one day dressed up like Hermoine and 'charmed' her with a love potion. Since then she developed a massive crush but she's too scared she'll lose the next person she loves like she lost the last one."

"Ah okay. I am sorry to hear about Ash's death and the grave impact it has had on your sister." I stand up to put a supportive hand on Jack's shoulder, like my dad used to do to me.

"Life happens, we just need to remember to never forget."