Castiel your best friend

Chapter 17

You scooped some good clumps in four bowls. In came Michael and Gabriel scoot in and jump in a chair at the table. You bring two bowls over and set them in front of your boys. Castiel lollygags in and you finish scooping and plopping into bowls. He moves around and stands behind you. It isn't long till his arms wrap around your waist and shoulder. "There he is," you smiled and leaned into him a little. "Had to check on the little one," he whispered. "And?" "Sleeping soundly," his voice was soft and velvety.

"Mmmm, save it for the bedroom," you whisper and slap at his hand. "What do you mean," his lips by your ear leaving you quivering and if that wasn't enough he tugged at your lobe with his teeth. Your knees shook and your palms slammed on the countertop to hold steady. "Cas the kids," you huff out. "They're too busy eating," his and moves from your waist and slides down. Landing between your legs and with instinct you pressed harder into him. His hand cups you and with a stern hand he pulls up. "Cas please..." you beg.

His hand moves up again and just at the top of your pants. "Mommy." You lurch forward smashing Castiel's hand into the side of the counter. He held back his scream by biting his tongue. You look over to see Michael holding up a bowl, "done mommy." You grab the bowl and put it on the counter, "good job now go get washed up." He runs off and you look at Castiel's hand. Then you look up into his eyes, which are wide and have tears welling in the corners, "its okay love, just have a good bruise for a few days." You leaned over and gently kissed it. Cupping his face, "it'll be okay. I promise." He didn't say anything and you suspected so he can keep his manly preserve.

As Castiel walked away Gabriel came over and put his bowl on the counter. "Was that good," you ask looking down. "Yes mom but next time... can I have sprinkles?" He's looking down and you never wanted to tell him but you couldn't refuse him. You bend down and putting your hand under his chin you lift it us, "of course you can sweetheart." A big smile came to his face, "love you." He gave you a quick hug and ran off. You smiled and straightened up, "my boys." Cleaning up you set the dishes to dry and made your way back to the room in progress. Your boys were playing in the corner and you see Castiel's back. Moving to him and peaking around to see his front you notice those tears have fallen. Going the rest of the way you stand in front of him, "Cas... what's wrong?" He grabs you and pulls you to his chest. Kissing the top of your head, "nothing. I'm just- I'm so very happy." You hug him back harder, "you've made me the happiest woman alive."

When he lets you go your still tucked under his arm as the both of you stare at the wall. "Looks good," you say. He pats your shoulder, "that it does. Shall we introduce Grace to her room?" Picking up the drop cloths and trays Castiel takes the paint to the basement. Gabriel helps Michael bring in a toy chest and then load it up. They put in some of their old toys and your heart nearly burst when you saw them working together, brothers who help and support each other. When Castiel came back up you nodded to him and he went and pushed the new inhabitant into her new room. Her big eyes look up at the both of you Michael and Gabriel can see her through the wooden slats.

"Finally welcome home baby girl," Castiel leans in and kisses the small forehead. You rub his back absently as you look at those big eyes blink. The longer it takes for her to open her eyes you begin to move them out. "How about we watch a movie huh? Boys why don't you go pick one out." "Yay," they scream and run out of the room. "If you fall I get to cut the limb off," Castiel yells in their direction. You nudge his shoulder, "watch out, I could take that," you point to his hand. He turns to you, "oh really? This magical hand?" You start to blush a little, "well... maybe not that one." You grab his other one, "come on Romeo lets go watch a movie with the kids."

He frowns a bit then you smack his ass, "come on my giant child." He raises a brow then grabs your face and pulls you to his lips. This rough and dominating tongue moves wickedly in your mouth while your hand grabs a handful of hair. When air is needed the kiss breaks and it leaves you huffing. "Come on daddy lets go make an appearance," you walk in front of him only to hear him say, "don't call me that." You smile and walk out to the living room to see your two boys lying on the floor while the screen entertains them.