Summary: Dean and Lisa Winchester hire a male nanny to take care of their son, Ben. Castiel Novack turns out to be more than Dean bargained for.

Rating: M for later chapters

A/N: This is my first Destiel fic ever, and I'm a little nervous about it. So, I'm going to remain anonymous until, you know, my self-esteem as a writer is bigger.

Dean's body shivered as a lone finger traveled down his chest, his breathing labored and ragged. He stared up into the darkness at the unknown person, the unseen face or body of his lover, and begged them desperately to touch him. "Please," he breathed, his hips lifting when he feels a hand graze his hipbone.

"Please," Dean sighed again before his eyes snap open and he shoots up into a sitting position with a gasp.

He groans at the tightness of his sweat pants and brings a trembling hand up to try and rub the dream out of his eyes. He's had this dream everyday for the past month, right after he and his wife had a huge fight about Dean's late hours and stopped having sex. He looked down at Lisa sleeping next to him and sighed. He didn't know it was possible to love and dislike someone at the same time. It was physically painful.

Slipping out of bed and down the hall, Dean opens the door to his son's room. 5-year-old Ben slept peacefully under camouflage cover, the stuffed tiger Dean got him for Christmas last year gripped tightly to his chest. Dean has never experienced loving someone so instantaneously and fiercely before. It's only rivaled by his love for his brother, Sam, but at times Dean thinks it might be stronger. He could've stayed there watching his son sleep the rest of the night if his stomach didn't start to churn.

A few moments later he's downstairs, the refrigerator door swung wide and his head poked inside as he searched for a midnight snack. He was so busy deciding whether he wanted the left over Chinese food or the remains of a pizza that he hadn't heard Lisa come down and stop in the archway of the kitchen. "What are you doing?"

He jumped at her voice, the pizza falling from his hands and his head slamming into the top of the fridge. "Fuck," he grumbled, rubbing his head absently as he stands up straight to look at his wife. "Did I wake you?"

"No," she answered immediately, her arms crossed over her chest. "This is the third time this week you've done this, Dean. What's going on?"

Dean frowned at his wife, trying his best to convey a nonchalant attitude. Was he going to tell his wife he's been dreaming about being fucked by some mystery person? Hell no. "It's nothing, Lis. I've just been having trouble sleeping. I'm sure it'll pass."

He slammed the refrigerator door shut at that, taking the pizza over to the kitchen table and plopping into a chair. Lisa moved to sit across from him, tucking some of dark hair behind her ears. "Listen, I've been thinking." She begins, tugging on her lower lip with her teeth.

"That's never good," Dean retorted with a grin, biting into his snack.
Lisa rolled her eyes and continued. "Well, you're at your Dad's auto shop a lot lately and my job has been taking a lot of my time and I think that since summer is almost here and we don't have anyone to watch Ben…. we should hire a nanny."

Dean blinked, narrowing his eyes. "A nanny? Is that really necessary? What about your parents?"

"Dean," annoyance filled her tone. "Do you think it's fair to ask my parents to spend five days a week watching our kid, for nothing? Be serious."

He looked down at his pizza, still trying to mull this over. "I just don't like the idea of a stranger watching our son."

Lisa's gaze softened and she leaned forward, grasping Dean's forearm from across the table. "I know, and that's understandable. But he's going to be with strangers when he gets to school. And you can help me pick out the perfect person."

He looked up, his wife smiling hopefully at him. A sudden twinge of guilt hit him for the relationship getting a little cold. He tries smiling warmly, and nods. "Okay, okay. We can get a nanny."

Lisa grinned, leaning back in her chair. "Great. Because I already put out an add in the paper."

Two days later Dean found himself sitting on the couch next to his wife as girl after girl came through there door and handed them résumé's. Someone were nice enough, some were absolutely batshit. But none were right. He hadn't felt instantly okay with any of them, or comfortable with leaving his kid with them. As the last girl walked out the door, Dean let out a frustrated groan and rubbed his eyes. "This is impossible."

Lisa huffed, plopping down next to him on the couch. "You just have really high expectations. You're basically looking for Mary Poppins, and I'm pretty sure she doesn't exist."

Dean dropped his hand from his eyes, shooting a sideways glare at his wife. "First of all, Mary Poppins will live forever in our hearts," He responded dryly. "Secondly, I think having high expectations for someone who's going to be in charge of our child's safety isn't the worst thing to have."

Lisa opened her mouth to respond when the doorbell rings. She furrows her brow, getting up. "I thought that was the last one."

Dean shrugged, leaning his head back against the couch and closing his eyes as Lisa disappears into the entryway of the house. He hears murmurs and the sound of feet, but his eyes remain closed. "Dean, this is Castiel Novak."

His head lifted at the introduction, about to make a comment on the name. He stopped short, blinking back surprise. There, standing next to his wife, was a dark haired man. He wore a grey shirt, and dark jeans. His hair was a neat mess and his blue eyes held Dean's gaze steadily. "Uh, hello."

Castiel smiled politely, sticking his hand out and down toward Dean. "Hello, you must be Mr. Winchester?" His finger wrapped around Dean's hand and shook firmly.

"Yes," Dean almost squeaked, clearing his throat. "Dean. You can call me Dean." Castiel smiled appreciatively, and Dean gestured toward the chair in front of him. "Please take a seat."

Castiel did as he was told, Lisa coming around and sitting next to Dean on the couch. His wife skimmed the man's résumé while Dean tried not to make his intrigue obvious. Castiel sat politely, leaning back into the chair while his eyes scanned the living room. "You have a lovely home."

Lisa looked up at that, smiling brightly. "Thank you, Mr. Novak. I put a lot of work into it."

Dean had to stop himself from rolling his eyes, looking at Castiel. "So, it says on your résumé that you were a nanny for the last family for four years. Why did you leave?"

Castiel smiled sadly, "Unfortunately the children grew up and didn't really need me anymore. Hazard of my job I guess."

Dean nodded, "Where'd you get a name like Castiel?" He blurted next, receiving an elbow in his side from Lisa.

Chuckling, Castiel waved his hand at Lisa. "Don't worry, I get that a lot. Castiel is the angel of Thursday. That was the day I was born and my parents were…religious."

A hint of sadness and bitterness flashed in Castiel's eyes at the mention of his parents, and Dean lifted his eyebrows in interest. Lisa spoke next, clearing her throat. "Why do you think that you are the best person for this job?"

Castiel chewed on his lip as he thought of his answer, and Dean's eyes flicked to his mouth for a fraction of a second. "Honestly, I've just always been good with kids. It's been effortless, which is a blessing. I sort of fell into this job. I'd been looking for a employment after leaving the family business and a friend of mine had mentioned that someone from his job needed a nanny. Four years later, that job ended and here I am."

Dean wanted to ask about the family business but he could feel his wife fidget beside him. He turns his head toward her and sees instantly that she wants to hire this man. She smiles nervously at him, her eyebrows raised. She mouthed please at him and he huffed, nodded his head sharply. She smiled brightly and turned to Castiel. "Mr. Novak, you are hired."

His eyes widen and he smiles. "Really? That's great!" He gets up and sticks his hand out toward them.

Lisa shakes it first, Dean starting for the front door. He held it open as he waited for his wife to let the man's hand go." I'm very excited. Come over on Monday and we'll introduce you to Ben. His last day of school's today."

Castiel nodded as Lisa spoke, and stepped into the doorway. Turning back, he grasped Dean's hand in another handshake and smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Winchester. I guess I'll be seeing you on Monday?"

Dean nodded, ignoring the slight tingle in his hand as he lets go of Castiel's. He pushes the door shut when he sees Castiel get into his car and turns to his wife, who's grin is still present on her face. "Well, I wasn't expecting a manny."

That night Dean dreamt of his mystery lover, their hands pressing hot trails into Dean's skin. But something had changed. Suddenly the mystery lover wasn't a mystery anymore. Suddenly they had a face, and Dean shoots up into a sitting position with Castiel's name on his lips.