So yeah this just sort of happened. I wasn't lying, I wasn't going to write for awhile and then well... Anyways I hope you enjoy. Thanks to Kayla for editing!

Dean woke up from a deep sleep, mumbling groggily. He dared to open his eyes and saw that he was still on the living room couch. He sat up slowly and reached for his phone to check the time. Three-thirty in the morning was definitely not an agreeable time to be waking up. He looked around at his surroundings.

The original inhabitants of the armchair had been replaced by a snoring Lucy. Mary slept on the ground at her feet, a pillow tucked safely under her head. They both had blankets around them, probably courtesy of his brother and said brother's boyfriend. Dean allowed himself to smile at his daughter's sleeping form. Making a quick decision that he would not be able to fall back asleep, he did the only thing a father could do. He rose from the couch and, bending down, scooped his daughter's small body into his arms.

Dean was glad of his hunter strength, and did everything in his power not to wake up the girl, not wavering in his duty when her blanket fall to the floor. He put a hand behind her head and lowered her onto the couch. He quickly picked up the fallen blanket and tucked it around her. She immediately curled around it and he smiled fondly. He tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear, and before he knew what he was doing, he kissed her softly on the forehead.

As his actions caught up to him he jerked away from her, his mind buzzing with the implications of this. He could be a father. He had known since he had met Ben, but after the unhappy ending of that particular chapter of his life, he had repressed the memories and committed himself once more to a hunter's life. But as he watched his daughter stretch slightly in her sleep, hope rose in him again. He could do this. He could be a father. He could be an uncle. He could have a family. A real life. So what was stopping him? He swept the room with his eyes quickly. Finally noticing what was missing, he walked briskly out the door, Mary's words ringing in his head: you always said that you wished you had acted sooner.

Cas was having trouble falling asleep. He had never had to sleep before, but the fall had changed that, among with many other things for him. He often pretended to sleep to appease the Winchesters and would then spend the night reading or wandering around the bunker. And so it was tonight.

After Sam and Gabriel escaped in a flurry of kissing and ripping off each others clothes, and the girls fell asleep, Cas had taken it upon himself to clean up the mess they had all made. He wove carefully around his daughter's sleeping form to retrieve plates, napkins, and empty beer bottles. With only his human strength, it took him four trips to bring it all to the kitchen. He went back a final time to see if there was anything he had missed. As he was searching the room, his eyes fell on his daughter.

He smiled at her, fondly. His smile quickly faded however as he saw her shiver. Castiel moved efficiently and, in a matter of seconds he had a spare warm blanket around his daughter. He glanced at his niece and brought her a blanket as well, making sure it stayed around her slightly upright form. As a final act of concern, Cas grabbed a pillow from one of the side rooms and brought it back to his sleeping daughter. He lifted her head carefully and placed the pillow, pushing her hair away from her face as he did so. He moved away from her and grinned, pleased with his work.

He only noticed Dean when he turned to leave. His "friend" was snoring softly on the couch, his arm resting above his head. Cas sighed. He was beautiful. His tousled blonde hair and perfectly imperfect freckled complexion, his long lashes, and the mesmerising green eyes that were underneath, his lean, muscular body. Cas was a saint to have held out this long. He would be lying if he said Mary's words hadn't gotten to him. The idea that maybe Dean did truly love him back and had for a long time now, spurred something in him that hadn't been present inside of him for years: hope. He had hope. Hope in a future. Hope in a family. Hope in them. Cas gazed at Dean one more time before he left the room to deal with the dirty dishes.

That's where Dean found him. He walked into the kitchen and halted at the door, noticing the angel diligently working away at the greasy dishes. Dean allowed himself a moment to just stare. Cas had ditched the trench coat earlier that night, and Dean was praising the heavens for it now. He had given up on the lie that he wasn't at the very least attracted to his friend. Cas' back muscles were rolling temptingly under his white shirt. The simple jeans that Sam had finally bought the angel were also a gift sent from heaven as they gave Dean a fantastic view of his butt. Dean licked his lips unconsciously, and cautiously rearranged his pants. Cas suddenly stopped his movements and his head rose slightly.

"What do you want Dean?" he said gruffly. Dean swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Just came to get a glass of water." Dean lied. He walked straight to the cupboard and grabbed a glass, Cas' eyes following his every move. His hand went to reach for the tap. And, because of Winchester luck, his hand bumped Cas' in the process. Green eyes met blue as both angel and hunter looked at each other. Dean's eyes drunk in the sight of Cas' slightly chiselled face and his disheveled hair. And it may have been the hangover talking, but he swore the overhead kitchen lights were giving Cas a halo. Dean moved forward an inch, but when his friend's facial expression didn't change he set his glass on the counter and turned to leave.

"Oh, for fuck sake!" the words had hardly left the angels mouth when Dean was abruptly manhandled around to face Cas. The angel grabbed Dean's hips and pushed him roughly into the counter. Dean had perhaps a millisecond to regain his thoughts before a pair of warm lips met his. He let out a loud moan that he wasn't proud of, as a feeling he hadn't known he wanted crashed over him like a tidal wave. Holy shit. He was in love with Castiel. His eyes flew open and he pushed Cas back.

His friend stumbled backwards and the look of dejection on his face was almost enough to make Dean falter, before he grabbed onto Cas again and backed him up until he hit the opposite wall. Dean kissed him hungrily, threading his hands into Cas' dark hair. Cas let out a surprised sound before he was kissing back just as intensely. Dean's lip pressed against Cas' mouth, begging for entrance. Cas complied. Dean felt light to the head as he took it all in. Cas tasted like watermelon and cinnamon, which made absolutely no sense, seeing as they had neither food in the bunker. But the smell was enough to drive Dean crazier and he pushed his body flush against Cas.

The noise that came out of Cas' mouth was enough for Dean to lose all of the will power he had left and he started to mercilessly grind his hips against the angel. Apparently that was Cas' final straw as well and before Dean knew what was happening he was the one backed up on the wall. He growled, low in his throat, a sound that he usually only used when about to kill. And apparently that was a sound that Cas liked as Dean felt the angels growing erection against his leg. He smiled wickedly and pulled away from Cas' lips going instead for his neck. Cas' knees gave way under him and Dean put a hand on his lovers ass to steady him. That was definitely the only reason why. Yup. No other plausible reason.

As Dean worked diligently on Cas' neck, the latter started unbuttoning the plaid shirt that was standing in the way of something much more interesting. He pulled it off of Dean quickly and placed his hands immediately on the ripped chest in front of him. Dean moaned and in record time did the same to Cas' shirt. Skin met skin and both men were quickly losing all of their inhibitions. Surprisingly, it was Dean who saw sense.

"Cas." he moaned, short of breath. "We can't." Cas' face shot up to look at Dean and his eyes were wide. "No, I mean not here. We're not that far from the TV room. Mary could hear us."

"Don't care." Cas mumbled and he lowered his hand until it was cupping Dean through his jeans. Dean choked and his face went beet red. He almost said fuck it and damn the consequences, but he decided to use his last remaining sliver of common sense to avoid traumatising his daughter and his brother.

"No, come on we'll go to my room. It's on the opposite side of the bunker." and before Cas could say anything, Dean dragged him out of the kitchen and into the hallway, leaving their discarded shirts behind them.