Castiel stared down at the bundle in his arms; he'd been a little wary to how he would react when Rachel finally gave birth, but right now Balthazar and everything connected to him was forgotten. He was an uncle, he would forgive anything right now, and he already had.

He'd still kick Balthazar's ass for good measure though, if he ever saw him again.

"I'm never going to get him back am I?" Rachel asked quietly, grinning despite the fact that she may never see her son again.

Castiel grinned again and shook his head, "Nope, there will be reports of a baby napping later, I assure you. I have access to the nursery, too… just you wait." He didn't care how ridiculous he looked standing there in his sister's hospital room, holding his nephew and cooing down at him with the biggest, dorkiest smile on his face.

"Hand him back, Cas."

"No."

"Cas."

"He's my namesake; I'm allowed to hold him for however long I want to." Castiel grumbled, tucking the blue blanket in around the small body.

"He's not your namesake."

"Totally my namesake. My middle name is James, you named him James. So fuck off, he's my namesake."

Rachel rolled her eyes and Dean approached, settling a hand on Castiel's shoulder, "Don't you have to go back to work?"

Castiel sighed, nodded and very reluctantly handed his nephew back to his sister. He'd been running back and forth from the Med/Surg floor to the Labor and Delivery floor ever since Rachel had called to tell him she'd gone into labor.

Safe to say, Castiel had been driving everyone insane.

Sam and Jess had stopped by earlier to offer up their congratulations before leaving again. There'd been a steady stream of nurses and doctors in to see Castiel's new nephew as well. Castiel almost felt like a proud father, which was maybe a little awkward; not that he cared.

Dean squeezed his shoulder then muttered, "Don't tell me you're going to want one of your own now."

Castiel snorted, "God no. I barely have time to feed Lupe. I will settle for babysitting as often as possible, though."

"Cas, I think Jimmy and I here will become a permanent fixture in your apartment, have no doubt." Rachel muttered, yawning mightily as Jimmy was taken from her and wheeled out to be placed with the other babies.

Castiel smiled and stepped forward to kiss Rachel's forehead, "You know you're welcome there whenever you need to. You should get some rest though, and I really do need to get back to work before Ellen decides to skin me alive."

Rachel smiled sleepily up at him, "Thanks for forgiving me Cas. Don't think I'd be able to do this without you."

"You're my sister, of course I forgive you. Get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning." Rachel nodded and promptly drifted off to sleep. Castiel smiled, tucked the blankets in around her before joining Dean out in the hallway.

"So uncle, huh?"

"It would seem so." Castiel looped his arm through Dean's and they headed for the elevators at the end of the hallway so Castiel could get back to work and Dean could head back to his own apartment.

"So, I've been thinking." Dean said as they waited.

"I hope you didn't strain anything."

"Oh, fuck you. You want to hear it or not?" Castiel waved his free hand, indicating Dean carry on.

"Anyway, I've been thinking. Sam is moving in with Jess, now that he's done with law school, and my lease is almost up."

Castiel had a faint idea as to where this was going, "Uh-huh."

"And, uh, I know we've only been officially dating for like a month and a half, but we've known each other for longer than that."

"Yes."

"So, I was wondering if... well, I spend most of my free time over at your place anyway, so…" Dean sighed and trailed off as the elevator doors dinged open.

Castiel tugged him back as he took a step forward though and whispered, "I'd love for you to move in with me Dean."

Dean grinned at him, eyes bright and hopeful, "Yeah?"

Castiel swallowed his own fears, his own insecurities and returned the grin, "Yeah."

Dean stared at him for a brief moment before smirking and leaning forward to whisper in Castiel's ear, "You know… there's a supply closet down the hall."

"This isn't that medical show you're addicted to, Dean." Castiel mumbled, leaning into Dean's warmth, his own smirk in place.

"Firstly, I'm not addicted to it; sometimes it's just the only thing on. Secondly… you look really hot in your scrubs?"

Castiel snorted, grabbed Dean's hand and tugged him down the hallway, "I can maybe squeeze out another fifteen minutes before I have to go back, so you'll have to be quick."

Dean smirked, shoving Castiel in through the open supply closet door, "Think I can work with that."