twentysomething

Cas reappears later that night.

"So, are you here to explain?" Dean is aware that he sounds a little snotty, but he thinks it's sort of justified. He had really thought he and Cas were over the stage in their relationship where Dean said "how high?" and only later figured out Cas had said "Jump" in the first place.

"Dean, I don't relish these arguments," Cas says, sounding tired and irritated.

"You think I do? Look, we've got stuff going on, bad stuff, but that doesn't-" Dean doesn't know how to say it without sounding like a total girl. "It doesn't mean we don't want to help you. You've certainly saved our asses before."

Cas is staring at Dean like he's sprouted another head that's insulting Cas's mother in Enochian.

"Not that I'm saying we'd save your ass," Dean babbles on. "I'm just saying, we owe you one." Cas looks strangely speculative- it's making Dean's skin feel tight and too hot.

"You more so that Sam, I would imagine," Cas says slowly. Dean frowns.

"I guess, what with the whole "raising me from hell" thing," Dean concedes. Dean suddenly realizes exactly how close Cas is.

It's, uh. Close.

He's going to say something, anything, when Cas leans in and kisses him.

If it had looked good when he'd laid one on Meg, this was out of the park.

Dean feels way too turned on for his own good, because Cas is strangely sure and good at kissing and before Dean is ready, leaning back and licking his too-pink lips.

"That's a start," Cas says and then he's gone in a flutter of invisible wings and Dean is left in Bobby's kitchen with a really unfortunate erection.

"Son of a bitch," Dean mutters, but he's pressing a hand against his mouth, and he's smiling.

Do you mean more of the fic I made into a Glee mashup, where Sam is a girl, or an entirely separate one?

Okay, this probably requires some background: A long time ago, when I was a more terrible person (yes, even more terrible than you see right now) I started writing something we terribly called "BabyCas" which, not what it sounds like. Basically, in this verse, Dean and Sam still have the same age gap- four years, but within, Sam is still in high school, and Dean has just started working as an EMT. One day, Sam brings home his new lab partner- Castiel. And that tale of Romeo and Juliet underaged love eventually was that. (Of course after Dean is convinced that Sam is actually dating Cas, etc, etc MISUNDERSTANDINGS.) But eventually, in this verse, Cas decides they should have a baby, and because I'm a sick twisted person, that babymomma was Ruby. (I think that covers everything? Oh, and Cas's mother's name is Meryl, and Michael is Cas's brother, natch, and Susan is Michael's wife/Dean's work partner long story I WROTE THIS YEARS AGO IS THE POINT)




Ruby has the baby on a snowy Thursday.

Hope Elizabeth Winchester is born at 2 in the morning and Dean has never loved anything more in his life, but he doesn't cry- as much as Sam, at least. He feels like the Grinch because his heart just grew about a thousand fucking sizes, looking at Cas holding Hope, cradling her gently in the crook of an arm and tracing a finger over the downy fringe of dark brown hair with wonder and joy writ large all over his face. Cas tears his eyes off of her for a moment and Dean has never been so sure about anything- sure that his life is complete, that it's fucking filled with luck and happiness. The people he loves best in the whole world are crammed into one room, welcoming his daughter into their their family, and Dean is thankful, so thankful.

Dean has seen thousands of babies and truth be told, whatever they all have a special inner light, whatever- they're ugly. By and large- they're ugly. But damned if she's not- and this isn't just "my child is perfect because she's my child", and Hope could have eleven toes and three eyes- and still be perfect- but she's honestly beautiful. Cas turns to Dean and for a moment, Sam and Meryl hugging while weeping copiously and Michael already bugging Susan to start ovulating- all fade out.

"Dean, this is our daughter," Cas whispers and everything that's just way too gay for Dean to say is right there- they love each other and they love this baby and they're parents. Dean realizes he's extending his arms almost after Cas has already put Hope in them and all he can think is "oh, Jesus, I'm going to have to buy a gun because I'm never going to let some boy or girl take her out, ever" and also, "don't drop her".

Hope puts up with a lot of fussing over her, but Dean has a heart attack the first time she cries- fittingly, it's right as Cas tries to let Michael hold her. He realizes abruptly that that feeling will never go away- he won't be able to breathe when she's hurt, or suffering, or probably driving a car. The nurse appears as if summoned by magic and insists that Hope has to go back to the nursery to sleep and rest. Dean spares a second to think that it's a good thing they work here- Cas's eyes look sort of crazy as the nurse takes Hope, and they're probably going to have to get chairs, because Cas is going to stare in through the nursery window all damn night. Dean feels a giant hand clap on his shoulder, which is the only warning he gets before Sammy squishes him in an octopus hug of the most determined magnitude.

"You're a dad, I'm an uncle," Sam mutters into Dean's shoulder. Dean feebly tries to free an arm to hug back, but settles for an awkward pat to Sam's side, because seriously, he's trapped like an anaconda is trying to eat him.

"Which means you finally have an excuse to watch cartoons again," Dean jokes, because oh god, this is going to be the most spoiled little girl ever, Sam is going to buy her like, a thousand beautiful fairy dresses because he never got to wear them. Sam squeezes him tight before letting go to an arm's length. His eyes are slightly red-rimmed but huge and frantic with joy and the baby craziness that has resulted in texts at three in the afternoon, saying is the nursery buttercream or daffodil? buying u a throw don't want to clash for the last five months. Which isn't to say that Dean hasn't been excited- the fucking handmade rocking chair in the nursery at home would beg to differ- but he admits there was a moment when Meryl broke down and showed them the Room of Secret Grandbaby Hopes, he had started to wonder what the fuck he had gotten in to.




And yeah, I found this in my gmail drafts folder. Did it suffice?

I think I'll go with this one, because I don't even know where to start with the cat fighting.

(References to this previous snippet)

To be fair, it was all Cas's fault.

He'd fallen into Bravo and he couldn't get out.

"I hate that I know what sous-vide is," Dean grumbles. Cas just hums sleepily from where he and a medical journal are half-sprawled against Dean.

"I want Richard to win," Cas murmurs. Dean snorts.

"Carla's going to win," Dean says. Cas stretches slow and liquid against Dean, letting the journal slip to the floor.

"Mmm, we're TiVoing this," Cas reminds Dean. Dean raises an eyebrow. Cas slides a hand low against Dean's stomach, the blunt edge of his nails scraping under Dean's t-shirt.

"Okay, yeah," Dean scrambles to turn off the tv.


(boop boop and then they have the sex the end)

His girl name would be Daphne!

/Some Like It Hot references

Seconded!

(This is probably going to be short and ridiculous, sorry)

"Oh my god, who would trust you with a baby," Dean mutters, and he doesn't really know whether he meant Cas or Misha. Misha grins brightly at him.

"West and I are the best of bros," Misha says, shifting the tiny, bright eyed baby in his arms. "Say hi, Jensen," Dean remembers he's supposed the be Jensen Ackles.

"Uh, hi," he says, feeling stupid as hell.

West narrows his eyes at Dean and then spits up on "Castiel's" trenchcoat.

Yeah, Dean had seen that one coming.

(WHAT WOULD THEY DO WITH ALL THE MONEY IN THE END??)


Cas's house is a ridiculous thing in Clarendon.

Every surface is covered in books, which he'd expected, including the poky little staircase. He- perhaps even more predictably- has a bedroom, a library and a study. That being said, Dean just wishes he wouldn't roll over and feel the sharp corner of a book on collecting decanters in his L4.

"Babe, a bed is not a bookshelf," Dean moans, tossing the book into Cas's lap. Cas shoots him a look over his stupid, sexy reading glasses.

"You like to read," Cas reminds him. Dean rolls his eyes.

"I also don't want to end up with a book in my liver," Dean points out. Cas stares at Dean impassively before finally putting both books aside with an indulgent sigh.

"Maybe we need a bigger house," Cas admits. Dean eyeballs him for a moment.

"You're already wondering which historic houses are for sale, aren't you," Dean accuses without heat.

"You like history," Cas says smoothly, but there's a scheming little glint in his eyes.

"Go on," Dean groans, burying his face in the worn quilt.

"It's nothing," Cas dismisses. "Although, I did hear that Evermay was up for sale."

Dean groans again.

"It would be a shame if someone who didn't appreciate the history of the house purchased it, that's all I'm saying," Cas protests.

"Call Christie's," Dean sighs. "We can at least look at it."

Cas drops a kiss on the top of Dean's despairing head.





(IDEK, SRS)

(I'm sort of "French Mistaked" out, so Manny!AU it is.)

Cas is a mess the first day they send Izzie to kindergarten. Maddy rolls her eyes in typical seven year old apathy.

"Daddy, it's going to be fine," Maddy sighs at Cas, who has been mopey and depressed all morning.

Izzie has been a huge ball of delighted energy all morning, practically impossible to get dressed, fed and cleaned, but somehow Dean gets both kids to school without any major catastrophes. He breathes a deep sigh of relief and then realizes he has nothing to do with his day and spends the entire car ride home freaking out.

Dean almost falls over with relief when he finds his stupid husband still in his pajamas in the living room, staring at photo albums.

"Oh, thank god," Cas mutters and jumps Dean.

Three rounds of extremely athletic sex later, Cas's face is buried in Dean's shoulder.

"We're going to be sending them to college soon," Cas whines.

"I swear to god they're never getting married," Dean groans.

"Agreed." Cas mutters. "We should look into gun licenses."



(I'm sorry this is so short... I just ran out of brain :/ )