The Beauty of Love As It Was Made To Be 9/?

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Title: The Beauty of Love As It Was Made To Be 9/?

Rating: PG-13

Pairing and Characters: Dean/Cas, Sam, Faith, Tracy, OC

Spoilers/Warnings: None

Word Count: ~3,800 (this chapter)

Summary: This is a sequel to "Like To Stay in Heaven..." you don't have to read that first to start this, but it would help a lot. That masterpost i here. You do need to read the prologue which i here. This starts two months after the end of my version of season 7

This chapter: It’s been 3 months since Faith’s birthday and Tracy comes around to collect on her favor.  Cas is out sick, leaving Dean to help her with an unusual request.

Notes: This story will most likely turn into another monster. I've had this story in mind for a while and haven't had a way to write it out. It could go on for a long time to see Dean and Cas' daughter grow to an adult. I know it’s been a long time since I posted something, but I feel like no one is really reading this anymore anyway, but here it is. My muse abandoned me for a while.
Previous

“Cas, I don’t understand why you won’t let Faith heal you."
It was day two of Cas’ first real cold.  He was curled up on their bed under the covers.  Dean didn’t know how he had avoided getting sick this long, but the man was not handling it well.

“Because,” Cas sniffed loudly and pulled the covers down to his neck, “she doesn’t need to use her powers for every little thing.  I won’t die and there’s no need to attract attention.”  His voice cracked and he was sent into a coughing fit.  He groaned and retreated back under the covers.

Dean frowned and sat on the edge of the mattress.  “Cas…” He tried to pull the covers down.  Cas held them tight and made a protesting sound.  He sighed, “Cas, you’ve been under there for a good day now.  Why don’t you try to come out into the light with the rest of us?”

“I’m cold, Dean.”  His voice was muffled by the covers.  Dean couldn’t help but laugh when Cas sneezed into his cocoon.

“I know.  That’s why you have three layers and a blanket on.”  He leaned down to lay over Cas.  “I could keep you warm.”

Cas rolled under the covers.  “No, you’ll get sick.”  He felt Cas’ weak arms trying to push him off.

“I don’t care.”  He sat up.  “I’m not too proud to let Faith heal me.”  Cas said no again.  “Fine.  How about a nice hot shower then?  That’ll warm you up.”

Cas coughed a couple times before poking his head above the sheets.  “That would require me getting up and taking off my clothes.  Staying here sounds much better.”  He closed his eyes, intending to sleep.

“Well, since you haven’t showered in two days,” Dean pulled the covers down, “It’s time you did.”  Cas shivered and curled into himself.

“Dean.”  Cas whined as Dean exposed him to the cold air.  He tried to pull away, but his weak body made that as effective pushing concrete.  Dean got him to stand before he dragged him to the bathroom across the hall.

Cas sighed and made an annoyed face as Dean started peeling off his top layer of clothes.  “You’ll feel better after this, promise.”  Dean tossed the clothing close to the hamper before starting the shower.  He got Cas out of the rest of his warm clothes and ushered him into the shower.  He quickly shucked off his shirt and jeans before joining Cas.

“I think I can manage this alone, Dean.”  Cas was shaking as he moved to stand under the hot water.

“I wouldn’t want you to slip and fall.”  Dean smiled.

“Right.”  Cas stuck his head under the water and sighed as warmth spread over him pleasantly.  He closed his eyes and tilted his face into the water.  For a moment he forgot his sickness.  The steam was clearing his nose and the water stilled his chills.  He opened his eyes when Dean ran a washcloth over his chest.  “Dean…”

Dean brushed his hand away when he tried to stop him.  “Just let me.”  Cas sighed and dropped his arms in surrender.  Dean continued to wash his chest and shoulders.  Cas closed his eyes again, enjoying the feeling of someone else taking care of him like this.  Dean moved down each arm before turning him around and washing down his back slowly

Cas’ head fell forward as his muscles relaxed and warmed down to his toes.  Hot water moved down his back as Dean rubbed small circles on his back and down to his hips.  Dean stepped up closed behind him, laying a soft kiss on the back of his neck.  Cas let out a breath, leaning back into Dean involuntarily.  Dean wrapped his arms around Cas, kissing up his neck and around to his jaw.

Just when Cas was relaxing into his hold, Dean stepped back and continued to clean him.  Dean turned him around again to face him and kneeled to wash his stomach and legs.  Cas looked down, water dripping from his hair and nose, to watch as Dean slowly moved up and down his legs.  He weaved his fingers through Dean’s hair.

Dean looked up, blinking against the water getting past Cas’ shoulders.  He continued with his hands as Cas’ fingers tightened in his hair.  Cas wanted more contact.  He wanted him closer, to kiss him, but he was too content with what he was doing to move him.

He could see what Cas wanted and Dean stood to oblige.  Cas’ fingers were still in his hair as he leaned forward to kiss the other man.

Cas turned his face away.  “Don’t, you’ll get sick.”

“Cas, relax.”  Dean dropped the washcloth to cup Cas’ face and pull him close.

“Dean…” Cas put a hand on his chest.

“I don’t care if I get sick.”  Dean pulled him in and pushed forward in a hard kiss. “I want this.”  He whispered against his lips. “Want you.”  He kissed him again.  Cas still seemed hesitant but he eventually relaxed against Dean and kissed him back

Dean’s right hand slowly moved down Cas’ chest and stomach and lower.  He wrapped his fingers around Cas, stroking him a few times.  Cas moaned quietly and brought his hand up to Dean’s hair again, leaning their foreheads together.

“Dean,” he tried to stifle the cough that was suddenly tickling his throat.  His body was weak and starting to shake again.  He wanted this, but he was so tired

Dean kissed Cas briefly before stepping away from him.  He knew what Cas really needed now.  He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower to grab Cas’ towel.  When Cas stepped out, Dean dried him off quickly and led him back to their room

He slipped on some boxers and a shirt before leaving Cas to get dressed while he went to the kitchen.  Faith was on the floor with her paints which covered her hands and the page she was working on.  She smiled at him as he took a cup from the cabinet.  He was putting the cup, now full of water, in the microwave when Cas shuffled out fully clothed and wrapped in a blanket.

“Hey, feel a little better at least?”  Dean looked up as Cas sat on the couch.

“A little.”  He sniffed.  “I can breathe a little easier.”

“Good.”  Dean popped the microwave door open as it beeped.  He took out the steaming cup and dropped something in it as he carried it to Cas.  “Here,” he held it out, “have this.”

Cas took it with a confused expression.  “What is it?”  He sniffed it.

“Hot tea.”  Cas raised his eyebrows.  “Sam forced some down my throat once while I was sick.  It doesn’t taste that bad and it helps your sore throat.”

Cas eyed the tea a little before taking a cautious sip.  It was a little too hot.  He coughed a few times.  “I think I’ll wait a minute.”  He held the cup to keep his hands warm and watched Faith on the floor nearby.  He smiled fondly.

Dean sat on the couch next to him and turned on the TV.  “Alright, let’s see what’s on today.”  He flipped through the channels a few times before settling on some kind of daytime drama with a dramatic sigh.  “TV sucks during the day!”  Cas huffed out a laugh as Dean tried to not act interested in the show.

The show ended an hour later.  Dean looked over at Cas to comment on the ending but stopped when he saw him leaning far to the side with closed eyes and his cup hanging dangerously close to falling from his loose hold.  Dean smiled and took the cup carefully before any of it spilled and set it on the coffee table.  He then pulled the blanket up to cover Cas’ shoulders and pushed him gently so he was lying flat on the couch.

Faith was talking to her tiger on the floor near them.  She yawned wide as Dean approached.  “You ready for a nap, Faith?”  She nodded and rubbed her eyes.  Dean scooped her up to put her to bed.

“Tiger!”  She leaned out in Dean’s hold.

“Oh, can’t forget Tiger.”  Dean crouched to pick up the tiger and handed it to Faith.  She couldn’t sleep without her tiger.  Dean put her in her crib and sang the first two verses of Hey Jude before Faith was asleep.

He had just made it back to the living room when someone knocked on the door.  Dean furrowed his brows.  He hadn’t seen a car and they hadn’t had any kind of trouble for a couple weeks.  Dean grabbed his gun before cracking the door open a little.  A blonde woman was standing outside with an annoyed expression.

“Are you kidding me?”  She raised her eyebrows, hands on her hips.  “It’s been three months and you’re still here?  Did you not hear anything I said or do you want to die?”

Dean dropped the gun.  “Tracy?”  She rolled her eyes.  “What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in or…?”

Dean glanced back to make sure Cas was still sleeping.  He opened the door and stepped out before closing the door behind him.  “New look, huh?”

Tracy shrugged.  “Yeah, have to stay off the radar, you know.”

“So, I guess you’re here to collect on that favor?”

She smiled.  “You know me so well.”

Dean sighed.  “What do you need?”

“To have a talk with an old friend.”

“What?”

“I’ve been trying to get close to someone I used to know but he’s proving harder to catch than I imagined.”

“You need my help to find someone?”

“I can find him just fine.”

“Then what do you need me for?”

“He knows me too well to fall into my traps.”  She gave an exasperated sigh.  “I can find him and get him in place, but when I try to grab him he gets away.”

“That seems like a lot of trouble just to talk to someone.  You ever try a subtler approach, like a normal person?”

She glared at him.  “What do you think, jackass?  We didn’t part on good terms.  He won’t answer calls or agree to meet with me.”

“Why is that?”  Her jaw clenched.  “Does it have anything to do with the whole monster thing?”

“I’m not a monster.”

“Is he a hunter?”

“Yes.  We were very close.  We hunted together for years.”

“Why do you need to talk to him so bad?”

“I have my reasons.  Will you help me or not?”  She crossed her arms as he thought

“All I have to do is catch him for you?”

“Just grab him and tie him to a chair and I’ll be happy.  You can go on your way and you’ll never see me again.”

He didn’t really want to leave Cas alone, or Faith alone with a sick Cas, but it would be nice to not worry about Tracy showing up out of the blue again.  “How long will this take?”

“He’s just a couple hours from here right now.  The reason I came to you to be honest.  You should be back within a day, if that.”

He sighed.  “Fine.  Just let me tell Cas.  He’s not feeling very well so,” he opened the front door, “just wait for me out here.”  He slipped through the door and walked over to the couch

Cas’ mouth was open slightly, snoring lightly as he slept.  Dean knelt beside the sleeping man.  “Cas,” he touched the side of his face gently, “wake up.”  He made a low noise and rolled away from the touch.  “Cas.”  Dean grabbed his shoulder, shaking him briefly.  “Come on.”

“What?”  Cas rubbed his eyes.

“Tracy’s here.”

“What?”  He sat up and looked around the room.

“She’s outside.  I’m gonna go help her with something.”  Cas looked confused.  “I won’t be gone long.  It’s not dangerous, okay?”  He gripped his shoulder.  “I’ll be back soon.  Faith is sleeping.  Maybe you’ll feel better by the time I get back.”  He smiled and leaned forward to kiss Cas quickly.  “Just go back to sleep.”

Dean stood and left to gather a few things before returning outside.  Tracy was leaning on the Impala.  “Where we going?”

“A small town along the border.  Not too far from here.”  She sat in the passenger’s seat as Dean loaded the trunk.  He really hoped this wouldn’t take too long.

Three hours later, they were parked outside a small motel where the hunter was spending the night.  Tracy was waiting in his room while Dean waited outside with the hood of the Impala popped.  He was bent over, tinkering with a few things when he, Ray, pulled in.  Dean was sure to be extra frustrated and loud as he worked on the car.  He took the bait and stopped next to Dean.

“Having car troubles?"

Dean wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Ray.  “Yeah, I can’t get it to start.”

“You want some help?  I know a little about cars."

Dean could see the guy’s offer was genuine.  He stood up and raised his hands in surrender.  “If you can do anything, please.”  He stepped back and let Ray lean down under the hood.  It’s too bad, Dean would probably like this guy, but he had to do this

Ray was shaking his head when Dean reached around and covered Ray’s face with a chloroform soaked cloth.  He didn’t really want to hurt the guy so he stood him up as his body fell limp.  He put Ray’s arm around his neck and walked him to the room door.  The door opened a second before he could kick it.

Tracy had been watching from the window.  She took Ray from Dean and sat him down in the available chair across the room.  Dean had shut the door behind him and watched with crossed arms as she tied him securely to the chair.

“Thanks, Dean.”  She smiled up at him.  “Consider us even.”

“Really?”  He was getting more suspicious of this.  “Just like that?  You really couldn’t do that yourself?”

“I told you.”  She stood up.  “The minute he sees me, he runs.”

“Why?  You never did tell me why he’s so afraid of you."

“It’s none of your business.”  She turned him around and walked him to the door.  She smiled as she opened it, “Thanks again.  You should get back to your sick husband.  I can take it from here.”

Dean looked back at the restrained man.  “What are you gonna do to him?”

Her smile hardened, “We’re just gonna talk.”  She patted his back a couple times before shoving him out the door.  “Bye, Dean.  Have a nice life.”  She waved with the same fake smile across her face and slammed and locked the door.

He sighed and turned back to his car, closing the hood and walking to the driver’s seat.  When he looked up, he saw Tracy at the window waiting for him to leave.  He rolled his eyes and got in the car.  He quickly started it and backed out of the parking spot and drove out of the parking lot.  A few miles down the road, he decided that he couldn’t just leave it like this.  He wanted to know what Tracy really wanted with Ray, and he had a bad feeling.

He parked down the road from the motel and walked back around the building.  As he neared the room’s window, he heard raised voices.  He peaked in carefully.  Ray was pulling against his restraints and yelling as Tracy stood a couple feet from him.

“You’re damn lucky that I’m tied down right now, or I would have killed you already.”  Ray was beyond pissed.  He was shaking with rage as he glared at Tracy.

“No, you wouldn’t kill me.”  She crouched in front of him.  “You’ve had plenty of chances for that.”  His eyes narrowed.  “You’re the one that’s made this so difficult.  I just wanted to talk like a civilized person, but you wouldn’t have it.”

“Are you kidding?!”  Ray’s brown eyes widened.  “You call yourself a civilized person?  After everything you’ve done?”

“Everything I’ve done, I’ve done because I had to.  I have never hurt you like you did to me.”  She stood to hover over the man.  “I opened up to you about everything and you threw it out like nothing!”

“I accepted you, Tracy.  You know what I really had a problem with.”  He held her eye as they glared in silence a moment.

She then softened suddenly, touching his face gently.  “Ray, I never stopped loving you.  Even after you threw me out.”

“You killed two of the best friends I’ve ever had.”  He gritted the words through his teeth.  He wanted to hit her and scream for all she had done to him.

“It was self-defense.  They attacked me when you let it slip that I was a shifter.”  Her grip on his jaw tightened and she tilted his head up.  “It was them or me.”

“What do you want from me?  You know how I feel about you and I thought it was clear where we stood.”

Tracy smiled and moved to straddle Ray’s lap.  She held his head in place and wrapped her free arm around his shoulders.  “I want it to be like it was.  I know you still love me.”

“I hate you.”

“You can do both.”  She leaned forward, brushing their noses together.  “We can keep doing what we were.  Hunting together, fighting, killing.”  She kissed him, all teeth and tongue.  Ray bit back harshly.  She grabbed his hair tight, pulling it sharply.  “You still want me, don’t you?”  She kissed his neck, biting along his collarbone.

“No.”  He couldn’t help the shake in his voice and body.

“Don’t lie.”  She whispered near his ear, moving her hips over him slowly.

Dean had thought he knew what to expect, but this was not it.  He didn’t know if this whole thing had been some kind of messed up foreplay for them or what, but he was starting to feel dirty just watching them as Ray seemed to finally cave and kiss Tracy back with violent passion.  He turned away from the window and rushed back to his car.  He was done with this and he didn’t want to know what was happening anymore.

It was early in the morning when he parked the Impala outside the cabin.  He had expected Cas to be in bed, not still curled up on the couch where he had left him.  Dean smiled and crouched next to his head.  “Cas,” he touched his hair softly.

He opened his eyes slowly and smiled, “Dean, you’re back already?  Didn’t you just leave?”

He chuckled.  “No, it’s been about seven hours.”

Cas looked around the room.  “Oh,” he stretched over the couch, “ok.  Everything go well?”

“Yeah, we’re good.”  He stood and extended a hand to Cas.  “Come on.  Come to bed.”

Cas nodded hazily and took Dean’s hand.  They walked back to their room, after a peak in on a sleeping Faith.  Dean was taking off his jacket as Cas collapsed on the bed, draping his blanket over him.  Dean laughed and laid down next to his husband, wrapping his arms around him.  Cas turned around to cuddle close to Dean’s chest.  Dean nuzzled Cas and kissed him briefly.  “Goodnight, Cas.”

“Night, Dean.”  They both fell asleep soon after that, warmly wrapped together.

Dean sneezed loudly as sunlight reached his eyes.  “Dammit!”  Cas had recovered from his cold and now, of course, Dean had caught it.  He covered his eyes with his hand.  “You suck, Cas.”

Cas laughed, carrying Faith to where Dean was sitting on the couch.  “I told you you would get sick if you kissed me.”  He sat down beside him.

Dean just groaned and picked up Faith.  “Hey, honey.  You wanna help Daddy feel better?”  She nodded eagerly.  “Awesome.”  He stood to carry her outside the reach of their angel binding.

“You’re such a baby.”  Cas shook his head as Dean took Faith outside.  They were only gone a few seconds before walking back in.  Dean’s phone was ringing as he stepped inside.  He put Faith down to answer it.

“Sam, hey.”  He smiled brightly at hearing his brother’s voice.  They hadn’t talked in about two weeks.  “How have you been?”

“Good.  It’s been really good here.  How about you guys?”  Sam sounded like he was holding himself back from something.

“We’re doing ok."

“Good.”  They fell silent, but Dean could almost hear the smile on Sam’s face.

“So, is there something you wanted to tell me?”

“Yeah, actually.  Uh, well, this will probably seem sudden but, I asked Sarah to marry me.”

Dean froze in his slow walk around the couch.  “What?”  He wasn’t upset, but he hadn’t expected Sam to go towards that so quickly.  “You guys have been dating for what, four months?”

“Six, actually.  I know it seems fast, but we met years ago and she knows about everything we do and have done.  I don’t have to lie or hide anything from her and she makes me happy and I love her and I want her in my life.”

“Ok,” Dean held up a hand and smiled, “I get it.  I’m happy for you, Sam.  I want you to do whatever you need to to be happy.  Sarah is awesome.  She’ll be a great addition to the family.”

“Yeah,” Sam was happy to get Dean’s approval.  “Well, I just wanted to let you know.  Oh, and I guessed maybe this was assumed but you’re gonna be my best man, right?”

“Like I would let anyone else do that?”

“Alright, and tell Cas that he’s got a spot as groomsman.”

“Absolutely.  Congratulations, Sammy.”

“Thanks.  Kiss Faith for me.”

“I will.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”  Dean put his phone on the table.  Cas was looking expectantly at him.  “Sam asked Sarah to marry him.  Looks like we’ve got another wedding coming.”

Cas smiled.  “That’s great.  Did he say when?”

“No, I don’t thin they've lanned that far yet.  It’ll probably be a few months from now."

Cas nodded.  “I’m glad Sam can have this.  He deserves to be happy.  I mean, it’s been pretty quiet for a while.  Aside from Tracy and that whole mess, there’s hardly been any trouble.”

“Shh, don’t say that.  You’ll jinx us.”  He moved close to Cas, grabbing his hips lightly.  “You’ll get to be up front with me at the wedding, groomsman.”

“Really?”  He smiled.  “Good.”  He leaned up and kissed Dean.  Dean hugged him tight against him.  Cas wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck and deepened their kiss.

“You know, we never finished what we started in the shower the other day."

“We didn’t.”  Cas closed his eyes as Dean kissed down his neck.  “We should.”  Dean hummed approvingly

After making sure Faith had plenty of pages to draw on and her fairy counterpart, they headed to their room.  Sam and Sarah don’t have to be the only ones to celebrate this engagement, right?

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