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Thank you everyone who has followed and reviewed Do You Know the Mailman? This is a bonus chapter! Or it's the epilogue... I don't know, take your pick. But this is the ending of my baby... Thanks everyone! I am so glad that I wrote this and I hoped you all enjoyed it!
"Cas?" Dean blinked sleepily. "What's wrong?"
"Come here," Dean said, shifting positions. He held his arms out for Castiel and the man sunk into Dean's arms. Castiel buried his face into Dean's neck and inhaled deeply. Dean shifted again and wrapped his arms tightly around Castiel. Lately, Dean and Castiel had taken to staying close to each other. They had begun staying the night at each other's houses- well, the house Castiel shared with his siblings and the apartment Dean shared with Sam. This night, the couple had been watching a movie and Castiel had fallen asleep. Dean had carried him into his room and then washed the dishes, deciding to watch a little bit of television before he went to sleep.
Apparently, he had fallen asleep on the couch instead of joining Castiel on the bed.
"What were you dreaming about?" Castiel asked.
"How'd you know I was dreaming?" Dean asked.
"You were smiling in your sleep," Castiel said.
"How long were you watching?" Dean asked.
"You talk in your sleep," Castiel said.
"Really? What was I saying?"
"You said, 'mom,'" Castiel said. "Were you dreaming about her?"
"It was a memory, been haunting my dreams lately," Dean said. "When I was a baby and mom used to tuck me in at night, she'd tell me angels were watching over me."
"This time was a little bit different. She told me that sometimes even angels needed to be helped," Dean said. "My dad told her I couldn't understand her at that age. Guess it stuck with me… You know, he also said I was going to be a lady's man." Dean said, a small smirk creeping on his tired face. Castiel smiled too, also tired.
"Well, people can't always be right," Castiel said.
"You met him before the night at the bar, right? Jimmy said you met him," Dean said. "Said he called you 'my Mary.'"
"He did although I do not understand why," Castiel huffed. "I am not named Mary and I'm hardly a woman." Dean snorted, reaching for the blanket that had fallen on the floor and covered them with it. Castiel sighed and settled into Dean's body, molding perfectly. "Dean?"
"Are you what?"
"Yeah, Cas. You're my Mary," Dean said.
"Dean?" Castiel said the next morning while Dean was making breakfast.
"If we tell Jimmy I'm pregnant, he'll believe us," Castiel said.
"Okay that's- wait, what?" Dean asked but Castiel just smiled mysteriously. "Dude, you can't leave me hanging like that."
"Hanging like what?" Sam yawned, stretching as he walked into the kitchen.
"Cas decided he wants a baby," Dean said.
"Shouldn't you two move in together first?" Sam asked. "I've got to go to school. Remember, Dad's coming afterwards to hang out."
"I know, Sammy," Dean rolled his eyes. "You only mention it every twenty minutes." Now that John wasn't trying to get Dean to leave, Sam and John had settled into a (probably temporary) mutual understanding. They were even getting along, much to Dean's amazement and happiness.
"Yeah, well, see you," Sam said. "Cas, make sure Gabe comes, okay?"
"Of course, Sam," Castiel said as Sam left.
"It might not be such a bad idea," Dean said.
"What?" Castiel asked.
"You know, what Sam said earlier," Dean said, flustered.
"Sam said a lot of things earlier," Castiel said.
"You know," Dean insisted.
"No, Dean," Castiel insisted.
"Yes, you do," Dean said.
"No, I don't," Castiel said.
"Come on Cas. You know what he put on first and what he put on second-" Dean said.
"What is second?" Castiel frowned.
"Don't start that," Dean said and Castiel continued to look at him blankly. "You know, what Sam said about… movingintogether."
"What? I didn't quite catch that," Castiel said but a small smile was beginning to creep up on his lips.
"Moving in together!" Dean burst out.
"Are you asking me to move in with you?" Castiel asked.
"No. Yes. Shut up," Dean said. "Shut up!"
"I'd love to move in with you Dean," Castiel said.
"Seriously?" Dean asked.
"Yes," Castiel said.
"So I'm not dreaming or in TV land or something?" Dean asked.
"No, Dean, you are not in TV land," Castiel smiled.
"Oh. Good," Dean said. Then he closed the distance between himself and Castiel, grabbing the back of Castiel's neck and kissing him.
Dean did what he had to do. He supported Sammy and when he had to do something, he did it. He didn't back off. He kept going until he accomplished it. Dean took pride in knowing he did what he had to do, even if it took him a while to get there. Dean had practically raised Sam himself and now Sammy was graduation. From Stanford. He wasn't exactly valedictorian like in high school, but Dean was sure that was only because colleges didn't have valedictorians. He must have done something right because Sam was graduating from freaking Stanford!
And so Dean was wearing a goofy grin on his face as he walked his brother- his little brother- to where ever the kid was supposed to be going.
"And you'd better turn towards the camera and smile like an idiot!" Dean ordered. "And we'll be in the audience, front row-"
"Dean. Relax. I got it," Sam laughed. "We've been over this."
"Yeah, well... shut up," Dean said, whacking Sam over the head who grabbed his cap and straightened it. "You know, I'm proud of you."
"I couldn't have done it without you," Sam said.
"Are we having a chick flick moment?" Dean frowned. "Because-"
"Just shut up and enjoy it," Sam said. Dean rolled his eyes but the grin never faded from his face as he hugged his brother.
"Dean!" Castiel shouted, waving him down. "Over here!" Dean made his way and sat down in between his father and Castiel, giving Castiel a quick kiss.
"Good seats," Dean said. "Got your camera, dad?"
"No, Dean. I just forgot the camera on the day my son is graduating from Stanford after being reminded by my other son that I need to bring the camera," John rolled his eyes. "Yes, Dean, I have the camera." Dean shifted anxiously in his seat as they waited for Sam's name to be called. He crossed his arms and then uncrossed his arms. Then he crossed his legs and uncrossed his legs and he got up trying to look for Sam-
"Dean. Sit still," John hissed. "You're not six."
"I'm bored," Dean groaned.
"This is your brother's graduation. Be patient," Castiel chastised.
"Yeah. Be patient," Gabriel snickered.
"You're one to talk," Dean glared. "Why does our last name have to be Winchester? Don't answer that Cas."
"Be patient," Castiel reiterated, placing his hand on Dean's leg, dangerously close to his dick. Dean's breath hitched and Castiel let a sly smile appear on his face. "You only have to wait a little longer."
"Finally- the W's!" Dean said.
"That's my brother!" Dean shouted, standing up with a grin. "That's my brother!"
So what how did Dean tell Castiel he quit being a mailman? Well, actually, the more important question is how Castiel responded.
"Cas, I got good news!" Dean grinned.
"Yes, Dean?" Castiel asked.
"I quit my job as a mailman!" Dean said. "Cas? You still alive?"
"Yes, Dean. My vital signs are fine," Castiel said. "Dean?"
"I don't understand your definition of good news," Castiel said.
While getting ready for graduation, Sam didn't really have time for Gabriel... so Gabriel turned to his some of his siblings.
"And he can never even talk on the phone! Cas's relationship is better then mine!" Gabriel pouted. "Cas's!" Jimmy and Castiel exchanged slightly amused and slightly annoyed looks.
"Why don't you help him get ready for graduation?" Jimmy rolled his eyes. "Ever think of that?"
"But then I'd have to work!"
"And we couldn't have that, could we?" Jimmy muttered.
"I mean, we used to be around each other all the time! Where I was, he was never far behind!" Gabriel continued on.
"Gabriel, do you think that Sam has nothing better to do then follow you around?" Castiel asked bluntly. Jimmy and Gabriel stared at him before Jimmy started laughing and Gabriel went back to pouting.
Dean when he found out Castiel was looking for his father...
"So I hear you were looking for your dad," Dean said.
"Are," Castiel said.
"I'm still looking for him," Castiel said.
"Oh," Dean said. "Hey, you're named after an angel, right?"
"Yes, the angel of Thursday," Castiel nodded. "What does this have to do with my father?"
"Try looking for him in New Mexico, I hear he's on a tortilla," Dean said.
"No, my father isn't on any flatbread," Castiel blinked.