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Stop that, stop doing that with your lip Dean." John Winchester snapped at his young son. Sam was tucked in bed, a small lump in a big sea of bed in their tiny one room hotel. Dean looked up at him, tiny lip quivering in the low light of the tv. The laugh track from an eighties sitcom sounded hallow in the piss yellow room. He looked like Mary, little face too feminine, to girlie with her lips and expressive eyes. It made John's hands itch, twitch with the need to correct him.
"Sorry sir." Dean was eight and knew well enough not to call him Dad when he was in a mood. Dean was still doing the lip thing, worrying the corner with his teeth just like how Mary used to.
"God damn it you're doing it right now! Enough."
Dean shrunk away like he was slapped and John rolled his eyes.
"So fucking dramatic, Im going out. I can't deal with you." John grabbed his keys and wallet from the nightstand.
"No Dad I'm sorry I'll be good. Please wait!" He was crying and John wanted to swing but he fought it off.
"You're lucky I ain't my Dad Kid. Now sit the fuck down and watch your brother."
The door slammed shut, Dean and Sam alone again.
*
"Alright alright ALRIGHT!" Dean slammed the trunk of the Impala closed with this elbow and presented the squishmellows to Jack. The humongous bee has tiny floppy wings and a pink fuzzy body emboldened with white stripes.
"I got this for you from Michigan." He grinned. The kid smiled, big, cute little dimples flashing, he took the bee with both hands and squished it to his chest.
"Thank you Dean I love her!" Always earnest and sunny Jack reminded him so much of young Sam. For every time he was afraid of the kid or distrustful Jack found a new way to endear himself to Dean.
Castiel smiled soft from the doorway of the garage, not the wide one that crinkled his nose, the soft beautiful up turn of his lips. The first one he'd ever seen when Dean had made a quip during one of their shared dreams.
"Don't worry angel I've got something for you." Dean grinned.
"And what would that be?" Castiel tilted his head to the side like a curious owl. His brows knitted together, lips slightly open, puzzled.
"This." Dean grabbed his shoulders and planted a wet kiss right on his lips. Castiel smiled, the nose crinkling kind, before returning the kiss.
"Grossssss." Jack gagged from the side lines, giant pink bee becoming a weapon as smacked Dean on the side of the head.
"Hey guys pizza is ready. " Sam called from the hallway.
Dean put his arms around his little family, feeling the peace of freedom settling in between his ribs.