Alrighty guys, this is probably going to be the last chapter maybe followed by an epilogue!

I apologize now how rushed this will feel. I spent way too long writing it lol. Just for example on how long...last time I worked on this was back in April...meep!

They didn't have much time to really discuss the wonderful news of Castiel's older brother coming along with the King's procession, in fact, Castiel just wanted to forget about it. He had been scared for a split second that Metatron would be the one to invite himself. Dean had been amazing helping him forget, helping him take a bath and curling around him when they went to sleep for the night. Though his husband fell asleep rather quickly, Castiel couldn't get his eyes to stay closed. The king would be here for the entire month, which meant it could be a very big possibility that he could go into labor during his visit.

He really did not want his brother around for that.

During some point Castiel had finally nodded off only to be woken a few hours later by Gabriel.

"Come on sleepy head, you need to have breakfast before they arrive...or you won't get to eat until much later," Gabriel said softly. Castiel nodded slowly and allowed Gabriel to help him sit up. He looked over his shoulder to see Dean still snoring softly. He was reaching over to wake him when Gabriel brought in the tray of food. Groaning at the wonderful smell of cooked sausage, he gave Gabriel a grateful smile. Dean mumbled something but sat up slowly when he too smelled their breakfast.

"Oh thank god...real food," Dean laughed teasingly. Castiel rolled his eyes and jabbed him in the sides before snagging up a large piece of meat with his fingers.

"Where are your manners Castiel?" Gabriel laughed teasingly. Castiel grabbed a pillow and tossed it, hitting him in the head before he scrambled out of their room. Dean chuckled softly, leaning over to kiss up his neck.

"Morning sweetheart, how are you two feeling?" Dean asked rubbing a small circle against his tummy.

"We're doing just fine, wouldn't mind having a few more hours of sleep though," Castiel sighed watching Dean fill up a plate for him. Once it was in his hands he took in a deep breath and moaned.

"You didn't sleep well last night?" Dean asked, frowning even deeper when Castiel shook his head, "Why didn't you wake me?"

"Because you need your sleep as well. It's fine Dean, I promise," Castiel smiled, waiting until Dean finally returned it before they ate their breakfast. He practically licked the damn thing clean but he was so full and sleepy it didn't take much for him to fall back onto the bed. Dean laughed and curled up next to him, wrapping his arms tightly around his body. Castiel hummed burrowing into his warmth as large hands began to rub into his stomach, thankfully not forgetting the underneath.

"We can stay in bed up until they're an hour away if you want too," Dean whispered into his ear and Castiel was so tempted. His feet already hurt with the thought of having to stand around for hours on end while the King pretty much moved in with them. But it would take him nearly an hour just to get dressed. He pouted at his husband and shook his head slowly.

"I don't' think there's enough time..."

"Of course there is, just relax," Dean said, lips brushing along the shell of his ear. He couldn't help it, he curled into Dean and passed out almost immediately.

"Dean...what...you two need to get up!" Gabriel hissed as he entered the room again. Dean glared at him before looking pointedly at Castiel. His husband was snoring softly, little snuffles here and there every time he nuzzled his face into his shirt.

"Your Grace..."

"Oh stop with that...there's no one in here but us..."

"Yes but it got you pissed now didn't it?" Gabriel smirked to which Dean just rolled his eyes, "I know you want to snuggle with him, but you need to at least come down stairs and make appearances. The King can show up at any moment."

"Yes, yes I know. He didn't sleep very well last night..." Dean said running his fingers through Castiel's hair gently. He smiled as the younger man hummed, a small lazy smile appearing on his face.

"Did he take his tea?"

"Of course...he's probably just nervous about his brother being here...you made sure to room him far away from here correct?"

"Practically in the stables..."

"Good man. Now, just give me a couple of hours okay? Then I'll wake him and we'll get dressed," Dean said, smiling when Gabriel simply nodded and hurried out of the room once again. Dean kept his arms wrapped around his husband as tightly as he could, sighing softly and allowing his eyes to close for just a moment. When he opened them again, he didn't know how much time had past but the window was now open and Dean figured it was about time to get up.

"Sweetheart, it's time to wake up," Dean said softly, gently shaking his shoulder. Castiel groaned but blinked his eyes open.

"If you insist," Castiel grumbled. Dean chuckled, crawling out of the bed to get their wash basin. It was warm and smelled of Chamomile. He gently ran the cloth around Castiel's body being sure to be even more so around his husband's tender chest and lower. Gabriel came in around that time, laying out their clothes and informing them that the King was very close. Dean noticed right away when Castiel twitched, automatically reaching out for the calming tea that Pam had brought for him.

"Let's move to the sitting room Cas...that way you won't have to walk very far when he does get here," Dean suggested, smiling at the relieved look Castiel gave him. Once Castiel was seated in his favorite chair with a book and his tea, Dean quickly made his rounds. He didn't have to worry though, everyone was doing their job and everything was ready. Benny was cooking up the meat and barking orders at the kitchen staff for the feast tonight. Dean smiled gratefully at his friend and continued into the stables, Baby snorted at him impatiently the second he was within a foot away from her stall.

"Hey girl, don't be cross with me. We'll be riding with the King very soon...he likes to hunt," Dean cooed running his fingers down her neck. She snorted again but this time it sounded a bit more fond than irritated. He laughed a little grabbing up the brush to start her grooming. Garth came in a moment later smiling at them before tending to the other horses they had. Dean chewed on his lip, wondering if after the baby was born, maybe Castiel would like his own.

Dean froze when there was a muted but thunderous noise coming in through the trees. The ground was vibrating and Dean casted an annoyed glance over his shoulder at Garth. The guy merely laughed with a shrug, quickly putting away their tools to hurry outside. Dean let his shoulders slump for a minute before straightening up his back and following suit. Castiel was already outside and Dean silently thanked both Pam and Gabriel for getting him a chair. He did not want Castiel on his feet more than he had to be.

He hurried across the pathway towards the house, his heart hammering in his chest as the procession grew louder the closer they got. He could just make out the banner flags beyond the trees. Castiel reached out for him once he was close enough, their fingers weaving together.

"Do I look okay?" Castiel asked softly and Dean fought the urge to laugh. Castiel always looked beautiful, that forever mused up hair and those impossibly blue eyes that always made Dean's heart flutter. Gabriel had chosen the perfect outfit for him, all dark blues and ivory. They flowed around him easily, not restricting his belly or any other parts of his body.

"Of course you do sweetheart, you look beautiful," Dean whispered, giving him a chaste kiss before straightening up again. He looked down the path in time to see King Julian's fingers reach out to pluck some of the adolescent cherry blossom flowers. The wondrous smile on his face made Dean hold his breath, the man was known for his very stoic expression...he hardly ever cracked a grin. But now he was looking around their home with this...twinkle in his eye. Dean squeezed Castiel's fingers, making a mental note to show his gratitude much later when they were in bed. He wanted to protest but Castiel tugged on his hand, slowly getting up to his feet.

The Four Horsemen stopped about 15 feet away from Dean and his household and he threw a small smile in Charlie's way, her dark burgundy and silver colors the only way he could recognize her with her helm on. The other three didn't even budge until Julian's horse stopped and he slipped off, moving quickly to help the Queen from hers. Dean always admired her, Queen Niceven, she was so unlike the other Queens he had been taught about. She reminded him of his mother...strong willed but soft and loving. Where Julian was dark and brooding with his shoulder length black hair and even darker beady eyes, Niceven was full of light. When she moved it was graceful with barly there movements and so full of smiles and laughter. Her hair was long and honey gold, that swam in curls down towards her waist. Dean always assumed it was the hair that reminded him of Mary but the longer he actually got to know the Queen...the more he realized it was her spirit and especially the smiles.

The moment Julian and Niceven stepped forward, everyone dropped down to one knee, heads bowed low. Dean had to help Castiel so he was the last one. Julian moved closer, the click of his tongue signaling for Dean to rise.

"Welcome to my home your Highness," Dean said with a warm smile. Julian beamed at him, pulling him into a hug.

"Thank you my boy...please, help your husband stand," Julian said backing away so Dean could do just that. Castiel winced, only swaying a little before he was blushing with a bashful smile.

"Ah, so this is the beautiful Castiel I have heard so much about, thank you for allowing us to come so late in your pregnancy," Julian said reaching back for his Queen, "Please let me introduce to you my own beautiful partner, Niceven."

"You have an amazing home...was this your work Castiel?" she asked. Castiel seemed to have lost his voice, he just nodded eagerly with that cute little smile still on his face. Dean grinned, wrapping his arm around his waist so he could lean on him.

"Please, make yourselves at home. Gabriel will take your things to your room," Dean said, nodding over at his friend. Gabriel moved forward to show the other stewards where to start lugging the trunks. Julian and Niceven beamed at them, walking around to further enjoy the outside of their house. The rest of their party spread out, starting to build up their camps while Julian's guard led the horses into their stable. It wasn't until Castiel flinched and completely froze against his side that he quickly remembered.

"Hello little brother," Michael said walking up them slowly. Dean's face fell, moving quickly to stand in front of Castiel to block him from view.

"That's close enough Michael...you can speak with Castiel later if you wish but for now he needs to lay down," Dean said stiffly before wrapping his arm back around Castiel to lead him towards the house.

"I'm fine Dean..."

"I know...but I'm not okay with him being around you right now," Dean groused. Castiel beamed up at him and it was that smile that made Dean feel so much better.

It was the end of the first week when Castiel found himself outside watching fondly as the guards sparred in their courtyard. Charlie was dancing circles around the others with her glorious red hair flying about. He was lounging back in one of the plush chaises that Dean had moved outside for him. He wanted to be able to stand with Dean while he entertained Julian and Niceven but his back and feet were not having it. Gabriel stood close by though, both of them knowing full well that his brother was lurking about.

Sure enough, he could feel Michael's presence at his back like a cold wash cloth. He frowned, not even turning to greet him when he moved closer. Gabriel turned and glared at him, his arms moving to cross over his chest.

"May I help you….my lord?" Gabriel asked with just of touch irritation in his voice. Castiel stifled the smirk and sat up, placing his tea on the table next to him. Michael bristled and opened his mouth to speak when Castiel silenced both of them.

"It's fine Gabriel," he said, giving the man a small smile as he gave them a little privacy. Castiel looked up at Michael, readying himself to flinch or be afraid of him like he had when he was living with him. But thankfully none of that came. A large part of it being that he knew without a doubt Michael couldn't do anything without incurring not only Dean's wrath...but even possibly the King's anger. Though he wasn't able to go on hunts or walk with them, he was able to get to know the King and Queen during their private dinners. It was clear that Julian wanted to spend more time with Dean with out all the fanfare and Castiel found it rather easy to really enjoy being in their presence.

"Are you enjoying your stay here Michael?" Castiel asked with a blank stare. Michael floundered for a brief second before he was nodding with a forced smile.

"Yes, thank you. You look...well...you look amazing little brother," Michael answered coming a little closer. Castiel moved to allow his brother to sit with him, his hand rubbing at his stomach. The baby kicked at him and he hummed, knowing that he or she missed having Dean close.

"How are you Castiel? Really?" Michael asked softly, his eyes darting to Gabriel. Castiel scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"A thousand times better than if I had married Metatron. I'll never be able to thank Dean enough for saving me from that horror. Maybe I even owe you some gratitude, I mean...wasn't it you brother who forced me to go to a 'brothel' in the first place?" Castiel spat out bitterly. The baby kicked at him again and he hummed a bit louder. Gabriel was suddenly there, a warm hand on his shoulder.

"Castiel?"

"I'm fine...will you please get Pamela?" he asked. Gabriel nodded, throwing a dirty look in Michael's direction before he hurried towards the house. Castiel took in a deep breath and relaxed, feeling the knots in his back loosen.

"I know you'll never forgive me Castiel...but I did what I thought was best…"

"For you maybe. You could care less how I felt or what I wanted. I was just your pawn to place where you wanted me," Castiel said. Michael opened his mouth to speak but Castiel silenced him.

"I honestly don't care why you're here Michael. Though I'm sure it's to gain Dean's favor since he's the King's favorite. You'll have to find another way, because I'm done being your pawn and I won't let you use me to get closer to my husband," Castiel said, relief pouring through him when he saw Pamela hurrying over. She gave a Michael a dirty look and was grabbing at Castiel's arm to gently pull him towards the house. Gabriel stayed behind and he just barely made out his very quiet threat to not come near Castiel while he was still pregnant.

The next few weeks flew by without any other incident. Gabriel had informed him right away about Michael's attempt to speak with Castiel. Though he missed the opportunity to see his husband standing up for himself he was proud that he did. No one even knew where Michael was now, most likely moping in his room. Dean smacked the brushes together to get the debris off and continued to run them over Baby's glossy coat.

"That is surely the most magnificent horse I've ever seen," Julian said with a grin, his own horse being taken care of by Garth. The King sauntered closer, his hands reaching up to graze his fingers down her muzzle.

"I've had her ever since she was a colt," Dean responded with a warm smile. Julian only smiled reaching over to the basket of vegetables to grab up a carrot to offer the mare. She sniffed at him curiously before nipping at the offered food. Dean patted her flank fondly and handed the brushes off to Garth once he was done with Julian's horse.

"We'll be out of your hair soon Dean," Julian said suddenly and Dean froze, his eyes narrowing as he gazed up at the King.

"So soon?"

"You've always been a charmer Dean, I know how much this visit has not only been straining on you...but your husband. I would have chosen a much better time but I was afraid to wait much longer," Julian sighed walking slowly towards one of the benches. Dean frowned deep, motioning for Garth to leave the stables. He didn't speak until he heard the doors close and cleared his throat.

"What's going on?" Dean asked softly. Julian gave him a sad smile before sinking down into the seat.

"Niceven is sick...we believe it to be some kind of tumor," he answered and Dean found himself sinking down into the seat next to Julian with a thud.

"But she's…"

"Yes...she hides it very well. We do not know how much longer she has and I will be damned if I miss another second of being with her. As you know, with the way our laws read, my daughter is not able to succeed me," Julian said giving him a knowing look. Dean felt his throat tighten up and he clasped his hands tightly together.

"This I know…." Dean replied slowly.

"I have to ask this of you Dean, not only because you are such high in rank but also because you are truly one of my dear friends."

"Your Grace...I'm so sorry but I can't. My life is here in Havenswood with my husband…" Dean stammered only to feel the tension building in his chest lesson when Julian smiled.

"I was expecting as much but I do have another proposal. Though the laws prohibit it, my Krissy is more than ready to inherit the throne. She'll be the best thing that will ever happen to this greedy country but unfortunately, she does not have a husband."

"Krissy will be amazing as our Queen but what does this have to do with me?" Dean asked. Julian laughed softly and patted Dean's knee.

"Not with you my boy...your youngest brother, Adam."

When Dean continued to stare at him blankly Julian pressed on with a fond smile, "I'm sure by the look on your face that he hasn't told you about the visits he pays Krissy while he's at the university. How he's not only changed his area of study to economics but has been at Krissy's side at almost all the council meetings she's been involved with."

"What I am getting at is that they are friends and by the looks of it...a little more than that. Being once in Adam's shoes, I'm sure he doesn't feel good enough but I am here to give him my blessing to court my daughter," Julian said. Dean felt completely useless as he just blinked. He knew Adam had changed from studying medicine with Sam to something else, to what he hadn't known until now. Dean wasn't even sure Sam knew the other things that Adam was getting into.

It finally made him smile, to think that his little brother was going to soon be King and married to a spitfire of a woman who'd keep him on his toes for the rest of his life.

"You'd be okay with my half brother, whose mother was a merchant to basically take your place?" Dean asked. He himself was nothing but proud of the man his youngest brother was becoming but he knew how cruel others could be. He's heard the slander before, especially at court.

"I'd be proud that my daughter as a Princess would marry the youngest brother of my favorite nobleman and become the next King," Julian said simply and it brought a huge smile to Dean's lips. He nodded eagerly and took Julian's forearm.

Castiel was alone in the garden, sprawled out on the blanket that Gabriel had helped him lay out. The flowers were blooming and the trees made a beautiful sound with their rustling. He was lying on his side, a pillow under his head, one under his belly and another between his knees. With the soft grass and thick blankets he was amazingly comfortable. The loud chatter that was constantly happening in the house couldn't reach over the walls circling the garden and Castiel moaned appreciatively. He missed Dean but he loved this moment being alone and away from all of that.

There was a small little buzz near his ear and he nearly swatted it away when he realized that it was a bee. He smiled warmly at it and watched with tired eyes as it flitted towards the small pool. Castiel couldn't wait for the baby to finally come for multiple reasons but one of them being that Dean had promised to help him build some hives to start collecting honey.

Castiel's eyes slowly began to drift closed when he jerked awake, the door to the garden was slowly being pushed open and he struggled to sit up. His mouth dropped open when he recognized his brother's frame through his bleary eyes.

"Michael...what are you doing in here?" Castiel demanded with a groan. Michael gave him an impish smile as he crossed over the garden, not even caring that he was stepping on some of Castiel's precious flowers.

"Stop!" Castiel cried out when he got too close to the pool, his boot nearly stomping down on the bee from earlier. Thankfully his arrogant brother listened and the little insect flew away quickly.

"Are you alright brother? Do you need some help?" Michael asked with a frown. Castiel rolled his eyes and all but growled at him.

"I was perfectly content until you came stomping in here! What the hell do you want?" he demanded sitting up a bit straighter. The baby kicked furiously against his stomach and he gasped, humming softly to get her to calm down.

"Just wanted to talk...without that pesky little guard of yours around," Michael said stepping closer. Castiel held up a hand and swallowed hard, his breathing coming out in gasps.

"That is...close enough. I already told you Michael...I have no desire to speak with you," he said pushing at the side of his stomach. The baby was restless, moving around so much that it knocked the breath out of him.

"Well you're going to have to speak with me little brother, you can't escape me in here. Do you realize the damage you have caused our family by not marrying Metatron? The debt we are scrambling to swim out of? Your precious little Dean never lived up to his promise," Michael growled kneeling down next to him. He was too close and the familiar stench of brandy was strong on Michael's coat.

"Answer me!" Michael shouted grabbing his chin and forcing him to look up. Castiel shoved his brother as hard as he could, his chest swelling with pride as he stumbled onto his back. He was just about to open his mouth and start shouting for someone when a searing pain shot up his spine.

"Oh God!" He cried out, tears prickling at his eyes when the pain didn't subside right away. He was so confused and didn't understand what was happening until he felt the blankets beneath him become damp. Castiel's fingers shook as he reached down between his legs, his stomach roiling when he saw that it wasn't clear...but red.

"Michael...oh...Michael!" Castiel sobbed, throwing a rock at his brother's chest.

"Mmph, what was that for!" Michael shouted, his eyes growing instantly wide when he saw the blood not only on Castiel's fingers...but on the gown he was wearing.

"Wh-What do I do?" he stammered. Castiel swallowed hard, reaching for Michael's hand and squeezed hard as another blast of pain nearly made him black out.

"Dean...and Pamela...please hurry," he gasped, collapsing back onto his pillow as his brother quickly let go and was running towards the door. Castiel whimpered, digging his fingers into the grass as he tried to not cry or hyperventilate. Pam had tried to prepare him for this but nothing she said came even close. And deep down, Castiel knew. There was something horribly wrong.

"Castiel?" that was Pam but her voice sounded so quiet, distant. He was vaguely aware of the garden door slamming open and the sounds of feet hitting the ground.

"Oh God sweetheart...get some blankets and water!" he heard Dean shouting and suddenly his hazy vision was filled with his husband's terrified face.

"Come on Cas...focus on me...please?" Dean begged and it took some effort for Castiel to blink several times but Dean became a little clearer.

"Dean...something's not right…" Castiel whimpered, his teeth chattering at the sudden chill crawling up his skin. Pamela had his gown pushed up to his waist and he could see the tightness in her eyes.

"Shhh...Cas, you're gonna be alright. Baby, just focus on me okay? Cas? No, no don't close your eyes! Castiel!" Castiel couldn't help it, he was exhausted and completely succumbed to the pulling darkness.

Castiel felt like he was floating...there was no pain, just nothing. It was utterly terrifying but peaceful all at the same time. Where was Dean? Why couldn't he hear or feel his husband anymore? The baby...where was his baby?

He struggled, the darkness kneading at him like a web, luring him to stay but Castiel didn't want too. He screamed until he was sitting up with a sharp gasp, the light from the window blinding him. It took a long moment for him to realize he was upstairs in their bedroom...not the make shift one on the first floor. Swallowing hard he instinctively reached down to his stomach and couldn't help letting out a sob. His belly was still there but...it was much smaller than it should have been.

Panic was surging through him but he couldn't find his voice to call out for anyone. Thankfully the door opened and Pam was rushing towards his bed.

"Castiel...you're awake!" she cried happily. Castiel shook his head angrily...how could she look so damn pleased at a moment like this. Pam's face fell and she bit her lip, holding up her hand as she hurried back to the door. He couldn't hear what she called out for but it wasn't long before Dean poked his head in.

"Dean!" Castiel sobbed, wanting nothing more than to scramble out of the bed but when Dean moved closer into the room, Castiel's world spun. In his husband's arms was something wrapped up in a blanket...the little arm wiggling around to touch at Dean's face.

"Oh my God…" Castiel cried covering his face.

"I think it's about time you met our daughter...Mary," Dean said softly once he was standing next to the bed. Castiel was trembling so hard, scared that this was all a dream and he'd wake up back in that darkness.

"It's okay sweetheart...she's perfect," Dean whispered, gently pushing the little bundle into his arms. Castiel sucked in a gasp, everything becoming real the moment he felt her weight. She was beautiful, her little fingers touching at his chin.

"Hello Mary," Castiel whimpered holding her close but trying to not squeeze her too much. The bed dipped next to him and he looked up to see Dean with tears in his eyes. His husband swallowed hard, leaning in to kiss at Castiel's temple.

"You scared the shit out of me," Dean whispered, his voice wavering. Castiel wanted to ask what happened but Dean shook his head, his arms wrapping tightly around Castiel as he got acquainted with his new daughter.

Dean ran his fingers through Castiel's damp hair slowly, cherishing each breath that not only his husband took but the rise and fall of their precious daughter's chest. She was tucked in snugly next to their bed in the bassinet to keep her close. Dean had to press on his eyes to keep from crying again...the fear and anxiety was still lodged in his chest and probably wouldn't go away until Castiel could stay awake longer than a few hours.

It always hit so hard every time he thought about just how close he was to losing both of them…

Walking into that garden and seeing Castiel like that...Dean didn't think he'd ever get over it. Thank God Pamela acted quickly and even Niceven jumped in to help. She had torn off all her jewelry before kneeling down to help Pamela deliver Mary while Castiel remained unconscious. Dean still wasn't sure how they'd managed it...he'd been too busy trying to get Castiel to open his eyes. He had stopped breathing a few seconds after Mary had slipped out of him and Dean couldn't stop screaming. Benny had shoved Dean away before he started to breathe into Castiel's mouth, bringing his husband back gasping. Castiel had blinked his eyes a few times before slipping back into a deep sleep.

Everything after that had been a blur, he didn't even remember moving Castiel to their bedroom. Nothing came into focus until Mary was suddenly in Dean's arms and then it was beyond difficult to get her away from him. The only person he even let close was Pamela and that was to help the newborn latch onto one of Castiel's breasts.

Three days...three days Castiel had been asleep and recovering from the blood loss. No one really understood what happened, Castiel had been perfectly healthy but Dean had a feeling. Michael was the one who yelled for them and the one who suddenly disappeared once things slightly calmed down. No one could find him and Dean prayed he never saw him again...he may just end up killing him.

Castiel made a soft noise and Dean glanced down in time to see Castiel blinking his eyes open. He still looked exhausted and the paleness in his skin scared Dean a little but he had to keep telling himself that Castiel was okay.

"Dean?" Castiel coughed a little and then suddenly sat up straight, a soft 'oh' leaving his lips when he saw Mary sleeping next to them.

"It was just a dream…" Castiel whispered. Dean reached out for him and helped Castiel settle back against his chest.

"Everything's okay sweetheart...we're okay," Dean said almost in a chant as he held his husband, his throat becoming almost too tight when Castiel clung to him.

It was a while later when Castiel sat up enough to gaze up at Dean, "What happened?" he questioned softly. Dean sighed and kissed at Castiel's chapped lips.

"We don't know..did your brother say or do something?" Dean asked. Castiel nodded minutely, his hands coming up to rub at his face tiredly.

"He got angry and grabbed at my face but I pushed him off. I must have moved too harshly…" Castiel murmured. Dean was already shaking his head.

"No...this is not your fault sweetheart. He should not have been anywhere near you...I should have been with you…" Dean sighed, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. He felt a weight on his chest and didn't have to look to know Castiel was leaning on him. Lips touched his own and he whimpered, his arms closing around Castiel to pull him in tightly.

"It's not your fault either Dean, please don't blame yourself," Castiel begged. Dean nodded and buried his face in Castiel's neck, sucking in his scent like it was the only air he needed. Castiel relaxed against him and Dean allowed himself to finally let go. His husband was alive and breathing and their daughter was finally here and perfect. His fingers trailed slowly up and down Castiel's back and both were sighing softly as they grew calmer.

"Mmm...I missed our bed," Castiel mumbled and Dean couldn't help chuckling. He had missed it as well. Nothing compared to this mattress, it sucked in your body and made it feel like you were floating. He kissed Castiel's forehead and kept his lips there as Castiel snuggled closer with a hum.

"Oh...what did Julian want to speak to you about?" Castiel asked perking up a little. Dean truly smiled for the first time in days and bit his bottom lip.

"You're never going to believe this…."

~Three Years Later~

Castiel sang softly, a huge smile pulling at his lips when Mary tried to join him from her spot on the grass. It was the first time he'd stepped foot in the garden since they got back from court and he desperately needed to get it cleaned up before winter came. As it was the chill was creeping in on them already. It was warmer now with the sun beaming down on them and Mary absolutely loved being outside. Her long blond hair was a mess but Castiel didn't have the heart to take it from the braid Niceven had woven.

"Hey there you two...I come bearing gifts," Dean called out from where the door used to be. Mary had somehow managed to lock herself inside and after that, Dean was done with the garden having a door at all. Castiel tilted up his face when his husband got closer and hummed through the kiss. Gabriel set the tray of food on the blanket, plopping down to join them.

"Thank you...smells wonderful," Castiel said, his mouth watering a bit when he caught the scent of freshly cooked meats. Mary giggled, her little fingers snatching up a strawberry before she plopped down in Gabriel's lap while her fathers dug into the food pile as well.

"Can you believe little bratty Adam is now our King?" Gabriel said out of the blue. Castiel smirked, remembering clearly how terrified the youngest Winchester had looked when Dean had told him the news. After the initial shock Adam easily grew into the role, not surprising anyone that he could handle it perfectly. By the time Adam and Krissy were married, Niceven took a bad turn. She was better now but Julian had put his foot down, making things move even quicker to get Krissy and Adam on the throne. Dean and Castiel had been there for the ceremony and to say their final farewell to Julian and Niceven. They were moving closer to the Queen's old home and Castiel had a feeling they wouldn't be seeing them again. It made Castiel sad but at least Niceven would be well taken care of.

"I think it's wonderful Gabriel," Castiel grinned. Gabriel barked out a laugh and started bouncing Mary on his knee, her giggles echoing off the walls.

Dean yawned loudly as he fell onto their bed with a groan. Castiel chuckled and dragged Dean until he was lying in his usual spot, spooned behind Castiel.

"You feeling any better?" Dean asked kissing the back of his shoulder while his hand rubbed at Castiel's grumbling stomach. Castiel beamed, nibbling on his lip before turning his head to look over at Dean.

"Yes, Dean...I'm pregnant," Castiel said softly. Dean's eyes widened and both of them let out a laugh as they attacked each other's mouths.

"God I love you so much sweetheart," Dean sighed nuzzling at his face. Castiel hummed pulling Dean in closer by his arm.

"I love you too Dean," he whispered.