Author's Note: Hello there, internet-folk! So this is my first Supernatural fanfiction and I'm honestly about to pee my pants with nervousness. Anywhore, this is a domestic Destiel piece and if we're going to be honest here, I have literally no idea what I'm doing so if you would be so kind as to leave a review with questions, comments or concerns after reading, I will give you a virtual cupcake or cookie. Whichever you prefer.

Enjoy!

~ Chapter One ~

It had been a while since Dean Winchester had checked up on his favorite lady; his only lady, if he was going to be honest with himself. And she didn't talk back, unlike the hopelessly irritating customers at the shop, who wanted their cars ready now and couldn't wait until later it all had to be right now. He sighed, almost talking back to said customers out loud, but catching himself before he did. His reply was always the same to the nagging, whether or not his boss was too pleased with it: a smirk and a promise that they would be sorry if he rushed. That usually handled it as most of the people in Sioux Falls drove cars that were as old as his baby but not even close to her great shape. And still, the standard douches that failed time and time again to have any sort of patience would have their car worked on overtime, surely driving them nuts or teaching them a lesson.

"Okay," Dean sighed, finally straightening up from his work, " you are golden." He shut the Impala's hood and pulled the cover back over her.

Stretching as he did so, the retired hunter made his way over to the short flight of stairs that led up to the main house, where he could already smell dinner waiting him inside.

"Dean?"

A voice had called out to him only a few seconds after he shut the door and was hanging up his jacket in the closet.

"Yeah?"

The sound of footsteps came instead of a response as the closet door was shut, turning just in time to see a pair of practically luminescent blue eyes before him as a pair of warm lips met his own. Dean smiled into the kiss a bit before distancing the two of them only slightly.

"Hey Cas."

"Hello, Dean."

Their fingers were intertwined instantaneously as Castiel gently pulled his husband by the hand towards the kitchen where the blue-eyed man had previously been working away over a steaming pot.

"What's this?" Dean asked with a wide grin on his face as he peered into the pot.

"Chicken soup. Jo wasn't feeling well today."

Dean didn't even need to look at Cas to see and fully understand the concern he was feeling; he reached for his partner's hand, smiled and gave it a squeeze, wordlessly reminding him that she would be fine.

"She's in her room right now."

Cartoon voices were pouring out of the six year-old's bedroom as Dean ascended the stairs to the second floor and its five rooms: two bathrooms and three bedrooms, though one of them was being used as a storage room for the time being until the family could come up with an idea of how to use it. His and Cas's bedroom was located at the far end of the hallway, directly above the kitchen while Jo's was situated across the hall, closest to the staircase and one little blue bathroom. All of the rooms were small, he had realized earlier, but that was probably what he liked about it so much; the small rooms felt warmer than a big open space, and it just wouldn't feel like home if you didn't have to elbow past someone on your way to the bathroom. Dean knocked on his daughter's door lightly before pushing the already ajar door open and stepping inside.

"Daddy!" The little girl squealed, no longer paying attention to the tiny TV mounted on top of her dresser.

"Hey, kiddo." Dean couldn't help but smile at his baby girl - she had just turned six a month ago, but she still looked like the tiny baby they adopted years ago.

He carefully maneuvered his way over and around the toys she had somehow strewn just about everywhere, even after Cas had worked so hard to keep everything neat and orderly only a week ago. He swallowed the urge to tell the little girl that she needed to clean it back up, she wasn't feeling well after all.

"Papa told me you're not feelin' so good?" Dean did his best to sound soothing, Cas was better at it though, and they both knew it.

"Yeah." Jo pouted, folding her skinny arms across her chest.

The two sat like that for a while, Jo's attention returning to the kid show she was watching before her dad had walked in, Dean absent-mindedly began staring at the wall beside the TV, his arm around Jo, still zoning out a bit.

When he came back from wherever it was his mind went when it took its breaks, he rubbed his eyes, not sure whether to be grateful or annoyed that it was so warm in the kid's room.

"Daddy?"

"Hm?" Jo's little voice caught his attention once more.

"Are you okay?"

The little girl's curious grey-blue eyes stared up into his own green, and he smiled down at his baby girl, ruffling her tousled blonde curls.

"Yeah, I'm good. I'm tired too, kid."

She nodded her understanding and looked like she was about to say something in return, as she had given up on her cartoons too, apparently. But she didn't say anything, only squirmed around under her fuzzy green blanket and rested her head against her daddy, gently nuzzling into him.

A few rapid but soft knocks at the door sounded seemingly out of nowhere, revealing Castiel in the doorway with a smile on his face and a certain warmth in his eyes that Dean couldn't decipher. "Am I interrupting something?"

Dean shook his head, glancing down at Jo whose attention was now on him.

"Dinner is ready when you are."

Dean stood up, sending his most pleasant but tired smile Cas's way as he headed towards the doorway.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?" He turned around, still not dropping his tired smile.

Jo merely raised her hands up towards her dad, her excited little face silently asking to be carried.

"Don't you think you're getting a little old for this?"

"Nope!"

Dean couldn't help grinning all over again as he scooped his baby girl up and followed Cas down the stairs, her warm little hands hanging onto him.