Carry On, my Angel: a Destiel Story

The move in

Dean's POV
Two weeks later

Cas had a lot of shit to move, to move into my apartment. That's right mother fuckers! Castiel Jimmy Novak is moving into MY PLACE. It was going to be chaotic, with two dogs now, a Ben, a sam, and two lovers. I couldn't wait.

"Cas, how is it you have so much stuff in such a tiny room?"

"Bee, you forget I have lived in that apartment since I turned eighteen. It's been a few years and I have belongings" his voice was full of laughter.

I smiled and carried the last, and heaviest box, to my car. There was two boxes in the trunk, three in the backseat, and five other boxes in his car, and this was the second trip.

"There, done." I kissed him, kissed him in front of  his old neighbors, and I loved it. He tasted like honey.

"Let's go home, Angel" I stroked his cheek and pulled away.

~~

There was something wrong when we got home. Something was off.

"There's no papers on the table. It's clean." I glared at the abnormally clean table. Usually it was the messiest thing in the apartment, covered in Sam's rough drafts.

"You're observant. Do you want a cookie for your observation?" Cas was opening the first box.

"You don't understand, it's never clean. It's Sam's workspace. It's the only non neat thing he has!"

"Oh well, maybe he cleaned it up," he sounded like he was hiding something.

"You not telling me something?"

He ignored me.

"Dean, this box is too heavy can you carry it to the bedroom please?"

I groaned and picked it up. It wasn't that heavy.

"Cas, this isn't heavy."

"Are you calling me weak?"

"No, of course not love." I frowned at his fake pout.

Our room looked weird when we got in there. Ben's bed was gone, as was his little dresser and box of toys.

"Where's Ben's stuff?"

"In Ben's room," Cas smiled widely at me.

I was so confused, ben shares a room with me.

"Ben doesn't have his own room."

"Oh? Then why is his stuff in the second room?" Cas asked, still smiling.

I walked out of the room, and into Sam's room. Or what was Sam's room. Where his giant moose bed used to be, was Ben's tiny one. All of Sam's stuff was gone, and replaced with Ben's. On the wall hung framed art Ben did, and some pictures. I noticed one the had some art and writing on it.

"Ben and His two dads" by Sam W. Singer. There was art of a cartoon Ben, Cas, and I. It was a cover of a children's book.

"What is all this?" I turned to Cas, who was leaning against the door frame. He was completely comfortable.

"Well, Sam got it in his head that there wasn't enough room for everyone. So he and Jessica moved into an apartment together. He took Phoenix because she's his therapy dog, and moved all of Ben's stuff in here. Because we didn't need to cock blocked again." We both laughed.

"Mine," I pulled him into a kiss.

"All yours" he smiled and kissed me back

~~

Ben jumped up and down on his bed.

"Papa look! My art is on the walls!" He grabbed Cas' hand and was showing him art of a stick figure that had wings. What an imaginative kid.

"Ben, can I ask you something?" Cas looked at him fondly.

He was focused on his art, but nodded.

"Why did you start calling me papa, I'm okay with it but wondering."

Ben gave him a face, like really?

"Uncle Sammy told me to. He pointed at you and would write down papa. Grandpa would too"

Of course they did.
~~

Ben was at his grandfathers house. The dog was in the other room. Cas and I were left alone in our bed. Our bed, I liked that.

Of course you do, you pervert.

Brain are you kidding me? How is that a pervert thing to think about?

Well you want to fuck him, in your bed. So like do it. You fucking perve.

You still don't make sense. Not a pervert thing, but I wouldn't mind having sex.

We didn't for a few hours, and then we did. Agonizingly slow, but so freaking good. Slow, but passionate. We kissed each other softly after, cuddling after our climaxes.

"You know Dean, I've loved you for so long."

"Oh? I've loved you for a while too, Angel"

"I Love you more,"

"Liar, I love you more."

"Impossible."
We went on with that for a while, and it led to round two.
~~

I couldn't believe I could feel this complete. With my Cas and Ben, I was whole. This was perfection.
I was where I was meant to be, and I wasn't ashamed of myself any more.

I've more than made up for me being an asshole. Cas and I spent every second of that weekend together, mostly alone, but a lot with Ben. Who liked having two daddies.

On Monday, at daycare he screamed to his teacher about how his two daddies played with him all weekend.
~~

Late at night, very late. When the child and dog slept, Cas and I laid together. A tangle of limbs, lazy kisses and a glass of wine each.

He held my hand, and I rubbed my name into his bare back.

"I love you, I love you more than all the universes in existence."

"I love you more than pie"

"I love you more than bees"

"I love you more than burgers."

"I love you so damn much."

"I love you too"

We giggled. And cuddled, and talked about the future.

"I do want another baby, but not anytime soon. A little girl would be nice." He mumbled unto my chest.

"Hate to break it to you, but I can't get knocked up." I laughed.

"It's called a surrogate or adoption you assbutt."

"I know love,"
~~
We messed around.

Afterwards, I asked him "what was that?"

"I learned it from the pizza man,"

"Thank god for porn,"
~~

We kissed, and slept together. Not just sex, but actual sleep. And for the first time since I had Ben, I trusted my future would be good. That we all would be happy.
Cas almost woke up, from me moving over slowly.

"Go back to sleep, my angel."