"She's beautiful, Sammy." Dean was cradling his baby niece, Ella Rose Winchester, planted firmly in his lazy boy, legs crossed, head bowed, gazing adoringly at the tiny person in his arms. "I can't believe you're a Daddy!" He would deny until his dying day that that was a tear that just rolled down his cheek. He brushed it away quickly, and covered up the action by chasing away a phantom itch. Everyone saw it.

Sam and Cas exchanged looks.

Jess and Carly were out in the back garden, stretched out on sun loungers as Emily crawled around on the grass before them. They were trading stories about their respective pregnancies and labors. Funnily enough, the men had migrated inside very soon after the conversation had started.

"Would you like a drink, ladies?" Cas called out to the girls from the back door. It was a while before he got a reply. Lemon iced tea all round. He got on the case.

"What you doing out there, sexy?" Dean had finally overcome his aversion of pet names and shows of public affection.

"Iced tea, would you like some?"

"Special?"

Cas hung in the doorway to wink at his boyfriend. "Always for you,"

Sam pulled a face at the couple and reached for his daughter from his older brother's arms. "Diaper time." He explained.

Dean grimaced and handed the infant over gladly.

"Could you call Jess in, Dean? She'll need lunch after this." Sam turned to his daughter and started the motions of changing her diaper as Uncle Dean trotted out to the girls outside.

Cas was already serving them with their iced teas, and Dean swooped down to pick up little Emily, who was reaching up to him. "Ella's nearly ready for lunch,"

Jess nodded and smiled at her brother in law. "I'll be in, in a minute."

"Would you like a banana Mil?"

Emily nodded her head and bared her teeth in the world's cheesiest grin at Dean. "Ta, ta."

Dean glanced to Carly for affirmation, then carried Emily back in to the house and set her down on his lazy boy. "Just a minute, honey." Of course, the small child sobbed and whimpered to make a point as Dean peeled and sliced up the banana. He handed her the bowl, and replied "Good girl," to the 'Ta' he received.

Little person number two began to kick up a fuss, acting as if she were starving to death there and then. Castiel appeared in the door way at the sound and reached out for the panicking baby. Ella calmed in Castiel's arms, and Dean could swear he could hear Cas singing softly in to the baby's ear. A wave of emotions; love, pain, pity even anger washed through Dean as he realized Cas had done this before. He was a natural. Dean smiled at the sight of his boyfriend rocking and calming the tiny baby.

Jess sat down on the couch and arranged herself with a pillow, then reached out for Ella. All the men in the room left as she breastfed.

Castiel sat in silence as Dean and Sam teased each other about being breastfed by their own mother.

"There's nothing wrong with it, Dean. It's a beautiful, natural act." Sam bitched.

Dean held up his hands. "I'm not arguing with that. It just feels wrong sitting about watching as my brother's wife gets her boobs out."

"Amelia breast fed Claire." Castiel piped up from his daydream.

Sam and Dean shot desperate looks at each other. Dean settled for wrapping his arms around Cas' waist and kissing his neck. "I'm sorry."

Cas craned his neck to allow Dean more access. "It's okay. You didn't know."

"Are you okay?"

Cas nodded.

"Are you staying here tonight, or are we going to yours?"

"Up to you."

Dean turned to look at his younger brother. "Would you guys like the house to yourselves tonight?"

Sam shrugged in his usual, unhelpful way. "Whatever, Dean. You staying at Cas'?"

Dean grinned in reply.

Sam grimaced. "Probably best you do."

"Kris is bringing food soon." Dean checked his wrist watch. He glanced at Jess, and quickly averted his eyes as he realized she was breast feeding Ella. His cheeks flushed and he found himself plastered to Cas as he attempted a quick exit from the living room.

Cas' eyes glittered as he kissed Dean on the cheek. "We're staying at mine tonight then, yeah?"

Dean nodded. "I believe so."

"Excellent."

Something in the way Cas spoke made Dean on edge. He spend the rest of the evening watching his boyfriend, and casting him questioning looks when they caught each other's eyes.

Kris had turned up at around 6 that evening, complete with beer for the boys and alcohol free wine for the girls.

7.30 was Emily's bed time, so Carly was gone by 7, demanding her husband home by no later than 11, so he could do Emily's last feed and change.

11 came and went, and left just Sam, reclining on the lazy boy with a beer in his hand, yawning wildly, and Cas and Dean scrunched together on the couch, all legs and hands and lips.

"O-kay." Sam patted the arms of the lazy boy and pulled himself upright. "I'm going to bed. You guys can..." He waved his arm at them. His face scrunched up in a show of distaste. "I don't wanna know... Just not in the same house as me, please."

Dean grinned at his brother. "Oh Sammy." He got to his feet and pulled Cas with him. "You might still hear us from across the street."

Sam shoved his brother playfully. "Get lost,"

Dean dragged Cas out the house, cackling loudly.

There was, of course, wild, crazy, loud sex, and Dean was pretty sure Sammy would have heard Cas, even from across the street.

That went on until a pretty silly hour, then after a shower together, Dean passed out, sated and exhausted from their workout.

Dean woke a few hours later, reflexively reaching out to put his arm around Cas, but succeeded in only grasping a pillow. Dean sat up, rubbing his eyes and waiting for them to adjust to the gloomy room. He pulled the sheets up round him as a breeze sent goose pimples across his skin. "Cas?" His voice was thick with sleep. He swung his legs out of the bed and, hopped up, crossing the room to the en suite. No Cas. He yawned and arched his back and stretched his arms out, easing his sleep cramped muscles. "Cas?" He tried again. Turning to the balcony, Dean spotted an outline of something that looked suspiciously Cas-like, and he wasted no time in approaching it and slipping his arms around that slim waist. "Cas," He said again, his heat fluttering in his chest as he breathed in Cas' intoxicating scent. "Baby, are you okay?"

Cas nodded.

"What are you doing out here, aren't you cold?"

Cas shook his head.

Dean pressed a few chaste kisses to Cas' neck before he continued. "Come inside, baby."

Cas shook his head again.

Dean sighed. He wasn't going to argue. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No." Cas answered, maybe too suddenly, and he clamped his hands down on Dean's arms, holding them in place around his waist. "Stay, please." Cas craned his neck to kiss Dean. It was deep and fiery, but sweet. "I wanna watch the sunrise with you."

Dean stroked his fingers over Cas' skin gently, and he squeezed his arms tighter around him. He felt his heart rate increase as he brushed his lips over Cas' ear. "I wanna watch every sunrise with you, Cas." He whispered.

Cas smiled and snuggled back in to Dean. "You too, baby."

"I'm serious." Dean continued. He looked up at the purples and reds and pinks in the sky, and smiled as he saw the sun beginning to peek over the horizon. "Cas, you don't understand." Dean pulled Cas closer to him and wrenched his arms out of Cas' grip. "I'm crazy about you. I've never felt this way before." He felt Cas tense slightly, but he didn't resist. Dean ran his hands down Cas arms, smiling when he felt the goose pimples raise, and he knitted their fingers together. "I can't stand to be away from you, you know that? I hate it." Dean kissed Cas' shoulder and squeezed his hands. "I want to spend my life with you; grow old with you. Get a house with an open fire and a cat," He chuckled dryly.

Cas lulled his head back on to Dean's shoulder and immersed himself in the sensations created by their contact; from Dean's lips on his shoulder, his neck, his jawline. "What are you saying, Dean?"

"I love you," Dean's heart clenched as he said the words, but for all the right reasons.

Cas turned his head to look Dean in the eyes.

"I love you." Dean repeated, and this time, he cracked a smile.

A flurry of emotions crossed Cas' face, and he turned himself around so he was sandwiched between Dean and the safety rail. Before he had a chance to respond, Dean's lips were on his. Cas closed his eyes and melted in to the kiss, whimpering when Dean pulled away. "I love you, too, Dean."

"Marry me?"

Cas' jaw dropped. "You... What?"

"Please, Cas. I don't care if we have to leave the state, hell leave the country. I want it. I want you. I want us. I want us forever, baby, please." Dean's eyes were wide and desperate, and searching Cas' for any kind of response.

"Dean, I... I don't know what to say." Cas bit his lip and looked down at the floor.

Dean's heart dropped. His chest tightened, and he closed his eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby. It's okay."

"Dean. Look at me." Cas' voice had taken on a stern edge that Dean wasn't used to, and it sure as hell made him do as he was told. "Are you serious?"

Dean nodded slowly. "I want to marry you, I want to be with you. Always."

Cas took a deep, trembling breath, and he placed his hand on Dean's chest, feeling his heart hammering against the inside of his ribcage. "Yes." He whispered. He looked back up to Dean, and smiled. "I would love to marry you, Dean Winchester."

The grin that spread across Dean's face at those words was enough to split his face in two, and Cas barked out a startled laugh as Dean swept him off his feet and pulled him in to a passionate kiss.

The kiss quickly turned heated, and headed bedwards.

Dean took his position as alpha male, kissing Cas on every part of skin he could reach as he rocked himself in and out of him, brushing against Cas' sweet spot with every movement, making the man beneath him writhe and moan in ecstasy, crying out his name over and over, chanting it like a mantra, hands fisted in Cas' dark locks, and he whispered those three words in to Cas' ear as they climaxed together.

"I love you."

Dean curled himself around Cas; one leg beneath Cas' the other on top and an arm draped across his chest. He rested his head on Cas' shoulder, close enough to be able to pepper his jaw with kisses. "Mrs. Castiel Winchester." He chuckled throatily.

"No chance." Cas retored. "Mrs. Dean Novak."

"Whatever, Cas, shut up."

"You shut up."

"I love you."

"I love you."

And pop goes the weasel! At long last! Thank you for staying with me (: I was gonna end the story as it was, but I had a random urge to stick a sickly sweet ending on it just for our Destiel feels!

I have yet another one in progress, but I am NOT posting that one until it's finished, because it's going to be a beast!

Anyhow, I hope you liked the super sugar sweet fluffy ending (: Why not huh? Love to all my readers x x