Torturous Affairs

Chapter Seven

Dean stirred in his sleep, listening to Alfie cry. Castiel and Samuel were still snoring and groaning a little in their sleep from the loud noise. When Alfie didn't stop, Dean finally rolled off of the couch and stumbled upstairs to where the crying originated. He slowly pushed open the door and picked up the note on a dark rosewood dresser. It read, "Hey, it's Charlie. My apologies for having to leave, but it was an emergency."
Dean sighed and looked at the poor child crying. He poked it, having almost no knowledge of what to do with an infant. Although, he did take care of Samuel growing up, so he wasn't entirely clueless. He just wasn't fond of children, at least that's what he told himself. He picked up Alfie by holding under his armpits and held him out away from him at arms length. Dean mimicked the baby's crying. Alfie blinked a few times and sniffled while he stopped crying as he focused on Dean. Dean raised an eyebrow, "That worked?"
He started setting the baby back down, but it started crying again. Dean held the baby against his chest and gently bounced him up and down a little as he remembered what Charlie did last night. He held the back of Alfie's head with his left hand and supported his body with his right. He hummed the song As Time Goes By by Herman Hupfeld.
He felt different holding a life in his hands. It was incomparable to holding the deceased in his arms. This feeling was more magical to Dean. The other was a pleasure, quite erotic, a need to kill. But this-this was special. Alfie stopped crying entirely as Dean finished humming the song. He lightly kissed Alfie's forehead and laid him back down. The minute Dean thought he would cry again he quietly whispered, "Shhh," as he picked up a music box from the table and winded it up. He gently opened it so it would begin playing.
Dean turned around to walk out the door and Castiel stood against the door frame with a smile playing on his face. Castiel whispered, "You have a real apt for this kind of thing, huh?"
Dean shrugged, "I just did what felt right. Although, I did take care of my little brother my entire life, so I guess that's a bonus."
"You act like a hard-boiled man, but I can see you're a softy on the inside," Castiel decided.
Dean blushed and began walking out of the room. Castiel kissed Dean's cheek in his passing. Dean continued to walk, smiling slightly. Castiel smiled at his son and then, slowly shut the door. Dean called quietly to Castiel, "Want me to make some coffee for ya?"
Castiel nodded, "That would be the cat's meow for this awful hangover."
Dean walked into the kitchen to begin making coffee for the three of them. Castiel followed him there. They stood side by side. Dean heated up the coffee and prepared it, while Castiel made warm apple juice for Alfie. Castiel attempted to make conversation, "Warm apple juice seems to be Alfie's favorite. He's at the age where we are trying to feed him some solid foods, basically anything puréed."
Dean smiled, "He's a precious little thing. How old is he?"
"Seven months," Castiel stated.
Dean began pouring the black liquid into three mugs. Castiel leaned against the counter, "Black?"
Dean smiled, "Black as my soul."
Castiel smirked, "I beg to differ, but black is the only true way to drink it. I won't take anything more or anything less."
Dean smiled and then, gave a concerned look to himself. He thought, Was I falling for this dreamboat?
He quickly asked, "Could I take you out on a date," he paused and joked, "Like the one you thought I was taking you on last night."
Castiel had his back to him and smiled uncontrollably. His fiancé was just murdered, but in that moment he almost didn't care. Dean was too charming to even think twice about saying no to him and the way he acted with Alfie was just about the cutest thing he's ever seen. Daphne hardly even held him. Whenever he thought about her and the way she truly was, the less he realizes how much he truly loved her. It makes it easier to get over her death.
Castiel replied, "I'd love to go on a date with you, Dean."