“Haaaaaaaaapy birthdaaaaaaaay to yooooooou!” Alfie clapped excitedly as everyone finished singing to him.
“Blow out the candle!” Dean reminded. Alfie bent over the Batman cake to blow at the three candles. Dean grinned up at Cas, who was recording everything with his phone. The omega chuckled when Dean had to lean over to help Alfie.
“Did you make a wish?” Anna asked when Alfie stood back up.
“Wish?” He asked, his tone confused.
“Yeah, you ask for something you want to happen.” She explained, and Alfie grinned.
“More toys!” He cried excitedly, and all the adults chuckled.
“In a second, buddy, "Dean assured. "Let’s eat the cake first.”
They passed the out the cake, and the toddlers, of course, got more on their faces and clothes than in their tummies.
Gabe sighed dramatically. “At least the adults appreciate my work.”
Sam chuckled from beside him and nodded, “Yeah, man. This is super delicious. Good job!”
Gabriel had to hide his proud grin, silently basking in the praise.
Alfie and the other toddlers ran around the back yard, playing with Alfie’s new toys while Anna and Sam chased after them to make sure that no one got hurt. Dean and Cas sat on the patio, watching the commotion and talking to some of the other parents.
“So, he’s old enough to attend preschool now.” Hael observed, and Cas nodded.
“Yes. We’ve already got him signed up to start next Monday. Which, not having to find babysitters will be nice,” He explained, but there was a note of sadness in his voice. Andrea smiled empathetically.
“Yeah, I was kind of sad when Inaias had to go.” Hael admitted, smiling fondly at her own son who was playing with Alfie.
“Kind of?” Gad echoed incredulously. “She cried every morning for a week straight.”
“Oh, shush!” Hael smacked him on the arm. Dean chuckled.
“Don’t worry if you have to cry, Babe,” Dean assured Cas. “I’ll probably be right there with you.” Cas squeezed his hand.
“Oh, that’s so sweet, brother! You just let it all out.” Benny teased, and Dean grinned.
“There’ll be a single manly tear, right here.” Dean pointed at his cheek.
That next Monday, when they dropped Alfie off at daycare on their way to work, Cas did tear up a little bit.
“I’m being silly.” He said as Dean pulled back out into traffic. “I mean, he already loves it. Did you see the way he just ran off to play with Inaias and Kevin? Didn’t even say goodbye.”
Dean smiled. “Yeah, and the teacher Charlie seems nice, too. She’ll take good care of him,” He assured his mate. “It’s part of growing up, Babe.”
“I know. Doesn’t make it easier.” Cas sighed. They fell into comfortable silence as Dean drove toward Mary’s pediatrics office where Cas worked.
“I miss having a baby.” Cas suddenly admitted. Dean froze, unsure of where this conversation was going.
“When do you want to start having kids?” Cas asked, and Dean shrugged.
“Honestly, babe, you know I want a big family. I just…” He hesitated.
“What?” Cas asked, and Dean grimaced.
“Is this because you actually want to start trying for kids or because you’re feeling nostalgic about Alfie?” He hurried on to explain. “I mean, I’m not saying that there can’t be a little bit of both, but I don’t want us to rush into anything before we’re ready.”
Cas considered what he said. “I don’t know. I mean, I know that I want to have kids with you, but…” He trailed off, unsure of how to label his hesitation.
“How about this; we give it three months. By then, the emotional upheaval will have passed, and we can decide if we’re really ready for more pups,” Dean suggested. “And if the answer’s yes, you can make an appointment with Balthazar to stop the suppressants.”
Cas thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “That sounds fair.”
“Good.” Dean pulled into the parking lot behind Mary’s office and put the car into park. He leaned across the center console, “Now, give me a kiss.”
Cas smiled. “I love you, Dean.”
“Love you too, Cas.” Dean murmured against his mouth. Cas got out of the car as Dean reminded him, “I’ll pick you up for lunch. We’ll go to Applebee’s.” Cas nodded and blew him another kiss before shutting the car door and heading inside.
The three months flew by. Between work and Alfie and Dean, Cas was busier than he could have imagined, but the thought remained at the back of his mind. It was the week before Thanksgiving when Cas rolled over to face Dean one morning and whispered, “Yeah, I think I’m ready.”
Dean didn’t have to ask what he meant. His grin nearly split his face as he whispered back, “Well then, we better start practicing.”
Cas’s first heat hit almost immediately after they ended the suppressants. Dean had the enviable job of calling Cas’s boss to tell her that Cas wouldn’t be in for a few days.
“Oh! Well, that came on quickly!” Mary said. “Tell Cas to not worry about it; I’ll just call in Hannah.” She assured him, and Dean rolled his eyes. Yeah, cause Cas was really going to be concerned about work.
A mischievous note entered Mary’s voice as she teased, “Now, you take good care of that omega of yours.”
“Geez, mom. Embarrassing much?” Dean groaned.
“Oh, you know I’m just teasing! Have you figured out what to do with Alfie?”
“Yeah, Anna came by to get him a few minutes ago.” Dean explained.
Right then, Cas called from the bedroom with a wrecked voice, “Alpha, please!” And wow, yeah, Dean should not be on the phone with his mom when Cas’s scent was doing such horribly wonderful things to his crotch.
“Uh, gotta go.” Dean said and hung up as he practically ran back up the stairs toward their room.
They all woke up early on Christmas morning. Well, that wasn’t the plan, but Alfie ran in and jumped on their bed until they woke up.
“Are you sure we can’t put him back in the crib?” Dean grumbled.
“No, he’s getting too big for it.” Cas replied as he forced himself to sit up and rub the sleep from his eyes. Dean sat up as well and frowned at Alfie.
“Do you know what happens to pups who wake papa and daddy up early?” He asked. Alfie shook his head, eyes wide. A slow grin spread across Dean’s face. “They get attacked by the tickle monster!” He cried as he pulled Alfie toward him and started tickling his stomach and sides. Alfie squealed and giggled as he tried to wriggle away.
Cas chuckled and threw the covers off of him. “I’m not getting involved in this.”
“Oh, really?” Dean asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“Dean…” Cas’s voice held a warning note, but Dean still reached across and pulled him in.
Several minutes later, when they finally made it out of bed, they moved down to the living room to open gifts. Alfie loved his new Avengers action figures and immediately waged them in an epic battle against each other while Dean and Cas opened their gifts. Dean had bought Cas a bumblebee tea pot and gardening tools he’d seen at Home Depot. Cas gave Dean some new parts for the car he was restoring.
“I checked with Bobby to make sure everything was right.” Cas explained, and Dean leaned across to kiss him on the cheek.
“Thank you. This’ll save me so much time!”
“And there’s one other thing.” Cas hedged, smiling.
Dean glanced down at the tree to check for anything he might have missed, but Cas shook his head.
“It’s not down there” Cas explained at Dean’s confused expression. “It’s in here.” He pointed at his stomach. Dean froze as Cas’s words sunk in, and then his face lit up as his hands moved to touch Cas’s stomach reverently.
“Seriously?” He asked, his tone hopeful, his eyes bright and excited. Cas nodded, tears welling at the awe in Dean’s voice. Dean pulled him close and cupped his face, using his thumbs to wipe at the tears there. He kissed his omega gently and then leaned down to press a soft kiss against Cas’s flat stomach.
“Hi, baby. It’s your daddy.” He whispered. He smiled up at Cas, but kept his lips near the omega’s tummy. “You are definitely daddy’s best Christmas gift ever.”