Castiel is in the middle of a meeting when he gets the text.
At first he’s inclined to ignore it since his bosses seriously don’t appreciate their employees playing with their phones during work time, but he saw Dean’s name lighting up the screen and that makes Castiel pause immediately. His husband sure as hell knows that Castiel has got long hours full of boring conferences ahead of him and Dean usually didn’t want to disturb him at days like these.
So the fact that he’s sending a message now anyway – it has to be important.
Castiel takes his phone as soon as his boss is busy with explaining the flip chart right in front of them and attempts to discreetly check whatever Dean sent him.
It’s a video.
Castiel hesitates once again, wondering whether Dean accidentally just picked the wrong number, however, just a moment later he notices that the video is titled GRACE.
He clicks it before he can think better of it.
And he instantly feels his heart swell.
It’s their little baby girl, barely a year old, smiling into the camera while she waggles through the living room on her own two legs. All by herself.
For the very first time.
Castiel leaps to his feet without a second thought, mumbles some fragile excuse about nausea and potential food poisoning that makes some of his colleagues shy away from him instantly before he rushes out of the stuffy conference room.
It takes him ten minutes to get home.
“Cas?” Dean, who is sitting on their couch reading a book, looking all relaxed and handsome, lifts his head as soon as Castiel stumbles into the living room. “What are you doing here?”
“Grace,” Castiel explains, taking a deep breath and trying to gather his thoughts. “The video …”
Amusement glints in Dean’s eyes. “Did you seriously just ditch your big bosses because of that?”
“Yes,” Castiel says gravelly because there is no alternative answer to this. He’d leave them a thousand times behind, inventing fairy tales about stomach bugs and fatal diseases, if necessary. “I mean, her first steps …”
“I know!” Dean sounds giddy and excited as he rises from the couch and approaches his husband. “I mean, did you see her? She did so great!”
Castiel can’t help grabbing Dean gently by his neck and pulling him into a searing kiss. Since the beginning he was unable to resist Dean’s beaming smile more than a split second and never once has he been ashamed of that specific weakness.
“I’m sorry I missed it,” Castiel whispers against his lips.
“Me too,” Dean agrees, his breathing a bit faster than usual. “I’d love for her to perform once again just for you, but she’s napping right now and I would rather start a war than wake her up.”
Castiel chuckles, carding his fingers through Dean’s hair.
“So sorry you came back for nothing,” Dean says, not sounding apologetic at all.
Castiel aligns their bodies until there is not a single inch between them. “I wouldn’t say ‘for nothing’.”
Dean laughs happily before diving back into a soft kiss that makes Castiel forget anything else.
And they keep making out like a couple of teenagers on the couch, with hands wandering everywhere without any shame whatsoever, until Grace eventually wakes up, making her status known with a loud screech and a few tears.
But as soon as he spots Castiel her whole face lights up like a Christmas tree and she’s suddenly more than eager to show off her new skill, walking right into her father’s awaiting arms.
And Dean films every single second, grinning like the proudest dad and husband ever.