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this is exactly what you asked for I kind of got carried away with the domestic aspect of it but I hope you still enjoy it!

The house is alive with noise. The buzzing of the dishwasher, the thumping of the dryer, three squealing kids, and the childish melodies humming from the TV because there is never a waking moment where “Mickey Mouse Clubhouse” isn’t on.

It’s maddening but Dean wouldn’t have any other way. 

“Daddy, catch!”

He braces just in time to catch Claire as she jumps toward the pile of towels he’s just folded. She laughs as his arms snap around her and pull her up so he can press kisses to her rosy cheeks.

“Aren’t you supposed to be eating lunch?” he asks and blows a raspberry on her neck.

She shrieks and wiggles in his hold. “No! I done!”

“Claire, get back here!”

They both tense at the call, meeting each other’s eyes and a guilty shadow passes over the toddler’s face. “Fibber,” Dean accuses and carries her back toward the kitchen.

Ben and Emma chirp in their highchairs as Dean comes into view, chanting garbled “Dada Dada Dada!” Dean smiles at them before the scents in the room hit him. It smells like fish sticks and broccoli and…sour milk? Dean’s eyes immediately snap to the omega who is practically fuming as he stirs something on the stove. He’s got his back turned to the kids but Dean knows he has to be wearing that pinched facial expression, the one he gets when he’s tired and overexerted. 

“I caught the runaway,” Dean says as he places Claire in her chair.

Cas doesn’t respond, just keeps stirring.

“And the laundry is all folded,” he adds, stepping closer to his husband.

Still nothing from the omega.

Dean takes a breath and finally steps into his husband’s space, locking his arms around the man’s waist and pressing tightly to his back, letting his alpha scent roll off in soothing waves. He can feel Cas dip against him, letting go for a heartbeat and Dean holds him tighter, kisses his neck, whispers, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“It’s nothing,” Cas says finally and turns the flame off. 

“Doesn’t smell like nothing.”

Cas sighs and gently pulls out of Dean’s grasp to collect the kids’ plates. “I’m fine, Dean.”

He watches Cas meticulously divvy up servings on each plate, sees the way the omega’s hands seem to shake and he reaches out, takes them from his husband with an easy smile. “I got it, sweetheart.”

Cas leans against the counter and just watches as Dean helps the kids eat, cutting up fish sticks to manageable little bites and wiping their faces off intermittently. The sour scent eases but Dean can still smell an undercurrent of stress and discontent and his entire body longs to make it go away. To take the bitter and kiss is sweet.

He offers a bite to Ben and stands up. Cas holds his gaze as he approaches, crowding the omega against the countertop until their chests press together. They don’t talk for a moment, Dean just nosing at his husband’s ear, feeling him breathe against him.

“You’re amazing, Cas.”

Whatever Cas had been expecting to hear, it wasn’t that, and he peers up at his alpha, confused. 

Dean just smiles and his hand seeks his husband’s, tangling their fingers together and bringing it to his lips to kiss each knuckle. “I love you so much,” he says between kisses. “More than I ever knew someone could love.”

“Dean,” Cas breathes. “What-?”

“And I want you to be happy. I need to make you happy.”

“Daddy!” Claire yells suddenly. “Need more ketchup!”

“Be right there, princess,” Dean calls over his shoulder.

Cas’s smile is small and bemused when Dean turns back around. “Dean,” he says again, voice soft but in a practiced way. “I am happy.”

“But you could be happier. And I want to give you that.” Dean slides ever closer then, letting his heavy arousal press into Cas’s hip and the omega’s breath hitches. “So why don’t you go upstairs and relax?” Dean suggests, lips whispering over Cas’s ear. “I’ll take care of everything down here and you just go unwind. And then maybe when I get the kids down for nap time…” he thrusts forward gently and instantly scents sweet slick and it makes him smile. “I’ll come take care of you the way you deserve.”

Cas’s eyes are shining gold when Dean pulls back, places a gentle kiss between his brows. 

He returns to the kids and after few moments, Cas leaves the room. Dean hears the stairs creak and smiles as he feeds Emma another bite. 

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