Cas was organizing the things in his little doctor's room. Some child had been accompanying her sick mother several minutes ago and had thought it fun to go through everything she could reach.

He sighed and let his mind wander for a bit. He thought about this past year, and everything he's gone through. He remembered a time where he was perfectly content being alone, working with a smile on his face, taking care of patients; he was making a difference. He supposed he still was, but now he'd made even a bigger difference. He had met a patient. A gorgeous man with beautiful green eyes and ruffled dirty blonde hair. And he knew he was a goner as soon as he had laid eyes on Dean Winchester. He fell in love, and the man loved him back. And it was the best time of his life. He even got a family, in the form of a very tall awkward younger brother and a gruffy father figure with a love for the word 'idjit'.

But then, as always, his real family had come in. And the man that has tortured and beat him his entire life wanted to hurt him again. And he succeeded. Dean walked out that door, leaving Cas with nothing to do but fall apart.

And there had been the dark time, where he had nothing but pain to keep him company. And in that time, love blossomed between his brother and Sam, and he felt so bad that he couldn't feel happiness for them, left in the hole he was in.

And then Dean came back, came back to him. And Cas had flinched from the comforting flame that had once burned him. And it went out. And Cas was certain that this was it for him. Dean wouldn't wake, and there was no point for Cas to be here anymore.

But he did wake up. He was broken, but he could be fixed. And if Cas allowed it, Dean could fix him too.

"I wonder if he is resting as he should be at this moment." Cas muttered to himself, looking down at his finally organized desk.

*Paging Doctor Novak to the front room*

Cas sighed again and made his way to the secretary's desk. The waiting room was packed with people, every seat filled with waiting patients and still some were standing. Cas's eyes widened slightly. It was going to be a very long day.

"Um, what is it that you needed Britney?" Cas questioned, looking down at the very pretty secretary. She was smiling brightly for some reason.

"Bing!" She piped up, still grinning.

"Did you just...?" But he couldn't finish his sentence. Suddenly everyone in the waiting room was.. dancing? Yes, they were dancing.

And singing. Oh God they were singing. Cas froze, back pressed against the secretary's desk. He believed they were singing "I Want to Hold Your Hand", one of Cas's favorite Beatles' songs.

He was completely confused. These were.. flashmobs, he believed was the name, but they usually only took place in public areas, such as malls or Times Square, and certainly not in a doctor's office.

Several of them began to flip off chairs, still singing, as others twirled around them and Cas began to chuckle. Whatever the reasoning for this, he had to admit it was really very entertaining.

Then, as the song came near the end, the crowd began to part, slowing their movements and singing softer. Out walked Dean Winchester, smiling sheepishly.

Cas was shocked once more, merely uttering a squeak as Dean walked up to him, singing by himself now as the others stopped, and knelt down. He held Cas's hand with his left while reaching into his pocket to pull out.. a small box?

Cas now knew exactly what was going on, his mind suddenly catching up, and he began to cry. Dean smiled brightly as he flipped open the box, revealing a brilliant white-gold ring with lines of small white diamonds on the bottom and top. In the middle the phrase "My Angel" was carved in slender cursive writing.

"I want to hold your hand." Dean sang softly, offering the ring to Cas.

Cas cried harder, pulling Dean up to draw him into a hug, nodding fervently, unable to speak.

Dean began to cry too as he slid the ring onto Cas's finger before pulling him into a deep kiss, applause erupting around them.

He would let Dean fix him.

-

Ten Years Later

"Daddy, hurry up! Unca Sammy's gonna be here soon and I wanna play with Unca Gabey!"

"Mary, if you want to go play with your cousin Jesse then you are going to have to cooperate." Dean chuckled, struggling to get a shirt on the squirming five-year-old. She glared up at him, light blue eyes blazing.

Those eyes were one of the many reasons they adopted her. She stuck her tongue out at him as he finally got her other arm through the Mickey Mouse shirt she had chosen. She grabbed her pink angel wings on the way out, strapping them on her back as she ran around the house.

Cas snatched her up as she ran by him, lifting her in the air as she squealed loudly.

"Look at our beautiful flying angel." Cas smiled, spinning her around, her long curly red hair bouncing around. It was always an adorable mess, no matter how long Cas spent combing it. She giggled and yelped as Cas tickled her, feet kicking into the air.

"Daddy stooop it tickles!" Cas placed the little girl down and she ran off, stopping in front of a very fat, lazy-looking cat.

"Hi Chuck!" she greeted him, petting the old animal gently. Chuck purred.

"Still an evil cat," Dean muttered, making Cas snicker.

The doorbell rang and Mary hopped up and down. "Unca Sammy!" She screamed, running at the door as Dean opened it. She jumped up into Sam's arms, who laughed loudly. He was so tall he had to bend down to get through the door, and was still in his suit, fresh from work.

"Now who could this be? Certainly it's not Mary! She was just a little thing last time I saw her!" Sam was grinning brightly, holding the squirming girl in front of him.

"It's me, Unca Sammy, it's me!" The girl squealed, giving Sam her best puppy-dog face. Sam chuckled before pulling her into a deep hug.

"I suppose I believe you! Nobody can give a hug like this except Mary! Hey, how about we go home, pick up Uncle Gabey and little Jesse, and we go get some ice cream?"

"But Jesse's just a baby, how can he eat ice cream?" Mary asked, her head cocked to one side, genuinely concerned. She looked a lot like Cas when she did this, and it made Dean smile.

"He can have a little bit, it doesn't take teeth to eat ice cream!" Sam smiled warmly as Mary played with his long hair.

"Here's her bag, and we will see you tomorrow for dinner at Bobby's and Crowley's, right?" Cas inquired, handing Sam a pink princess bag. Sam nodded and allowed Mary to give her fathers one last big hug and kiss before departing. Cas closed the door softly behind him before quickly turning to face Dean, a wild look in his eye.

"Mr. Winchester, I do believe we have the night to ourselves."

"Well, Doctor Winchester, I think you're right." Dean grinned, cocking an eyebrow at his husband.

"I have been planning this for a week now, and it is going to be a night to remember," Cas cooed, touching Dean's face lightly with his long fingers, his other hand on the small of Dean's back. Dean growled, he was certain that tonight would indeed be extremely memorable. Every time with Cas was memorable.

Cas dragged him to their bedroom, nudging several toys out of his way with his foot. He closed the door behind them, quickly undressing his lover, nibbling and kissing on his body. Dean panted, fisting his hands into Cas's hair.

Cas pushed Dean, now completely naked, onto the bed. "Stay." He growled, turning away to grab something from the drawer. He pulled out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, grinning playfully. Dean layed there quietly obeying as Cas cuffed his hands above his head to the bed.

"Now you be a good little boy and wait here." Cas demanded, biting Dean's neck hard before getting up.

He disappeared into the bathroom for a while, making Dean fidget in anticipation. When he came back out, Dean's mouth dropped. He had always loved Cas's feminine yet masculine figure, and Cas had taken advantage of this, occasionally wearing lingerie in the bedroom.

He had gotten a new outfit. He leaned against the door-frame, showing off a light pink corset, complete with frill and long matching fishnets with little white bows. His panties were white and frilly, the health symbol on the crotch. He even had a little nurse's hat on. Dean's erection throbbed; Cas looked too damn sexy.

"Now, Mr. Winchester, I understand you're here for a checkup?" He purred, slowly walking towards Dean. Dean nodded fervently, unable to speak. Cas grinned like a cat that had caught a mouse and crawled on top of Dean.

"Well, let me take a look." Cas bent down, kissing Dean deeply, biting at his lip, before kissing down to his member. "Oh yes, you have a rather big problem here, I see." He licked a stripe up Dean's member before sucking on the head, running his tongue up and down the slit. Dean moaned above him, tightening his fists.

"Shut up, I didn't tell you that you could make any sound." Cas growled at him before returning to his partner's dick.

"Y-yes master." Dean choked out, biting his lip. Outside of the bedroom, Dean was dominant, taking care of his loving and kind husband, being the stronger and, if he had to, stern parent. This made times like this even better, being taken control of, completely vulnerable. He rocked his hips forward slightly.

Cas smiled, leaning back and reaching into the drawer for a bottle of lube. He chuckled as he read what type it was. Cherry-flavored. A very embarrassing gift from his older brother.

"Now Mr. Winchester, this may hurt a little bit." Cas smirked, lubing up his fingers. He slid one inside of Dean, fingering him as he sucked and bit on Dean's nipple. Dean bit his lip harder, trying with much difficulty to keep quiet as Cas slipped in another finger, scissoring his lover.

A growl escaped Dean from the back of his throat, making Cas bite him harder. Cas stopped his finger movements, Dean whimpering slightly at the loss. He attempted to move his body, trying to get friction between him and Cas's fingers.

"No no, my pet. You have disobeyed your master. Now behave yourself." Dean stopped his movements, panting slightly. "Good boy."

Cas sat up, lubing his erection. Dean remembered the first time that Cas had fucked him. Dean had been nervous; he had never let another man do it before, but he was extremely glad that he let Cas.

Cas pressed the head against Dean's opening but stopped there, teasing Dean. Dean twitched, frustration building inside of him. "Beg your master." Cas whispered, his voice deep and hoarse with lust, his eyes so dark they were nearly black.

"C-cas.. plea..please master please!" Dean choked out. Cas flashed him a toothy grin, looking remarkably beautiful and animalistic.

Cas lined himself up, then thrust hard into Dean, making him gasp. Cas grinned, kissing Dean passionately as he began to pound into him roughly. He grabbed Dean's hips, angling him to where he was hitting Dean's prostate with each thrust. Dean gave up his attempts to stay quiet, moaning and whimpering Cas's name over and over. Castiel sped up, rubbing Dean's erection, thumbing his slit in the way he knew Dean loved most. Cas kissed Dean hard, teeth clashing slightly. He let out a deep growl from the back of his throat as he thrusted harder and deeper. Dean struggled slightly against his cuffs, moaning into Cas's mouth. The soft fabric of the lingerie rubbed against Dean's stomach and chest and he shuddered as he felt the orgasm building inside him.

"C-Cas I'm about to..." Dean was cut off with a deep kiss as Cas doubled his efforts, pumping his hand faster. Dean let out a deep grunt as he came, muscles tensing and eyes squeezing shut. Hot spurts of Dean's seed landed on his stomach and chest. Cas leaned down and licked some of it off, nibbling on Dean's lower stomach. Cas followed soon after, filling his lover as he yelled out his name.

Cas collapsed onto Dean, barely having the energy to pull out as he cuddled up to his husband.

"I will definitely remember that outfit." Dean huffed out, making Cas giggle. "Y'know, your birthday is coming up." Dean wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Maybe I could wear something for you."

Cas perked up, suddenly very thoughtful. "That would definitely make me feel better about turning thirty-six." He let out a little groan.

"You haven't aged a day since the time a first met you." Dean thought back to that day. He'd broken a rib, and he was pissed off to be at the hospital. Who would have thought that it would change both his and his brother's lives so much? He nuzzled Cas playfully.

"Can you take these handcuffs off now?" The fluffy material was soft against his hands (he liked fluffy stuff), but he wanted to hold Cas close to him.

"Hmm... nah. I like you this way." Cas grinned, snickering at Dean's pouty face.

"I love you every way, Castiel Winchester." Dean whispered into his ear. He was rewarded a crinkly smile.

"I've always loved you, Dean Winchester.

-

The End.