Fanfic promts 1, 19 and 38 with Castiel
1. "It wasn't your fault." & 19. "There's so much blood." & 38. "I lost the baby."
So... I feel I should have specified something, I love angst but only when it has a positive resolution, I don't like reading/writing sad stories. So, this probably isn't what you had in mind Anon, but don't take it personally, apparently I've been doing the same thing with all the prompt submission I've answered so far. At least it's not boring? Surprise!
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I couldn't believe the situation I was finding myself in: I was surrounded by little brats at each side and I couldn't move. A 5 years-old with blond ponytails was crying her eyes out in front of me, behind me two 3 years old-boys were running around the room chasing each other, and in the nursery a baby was sleeping.
How was I in this kind of situation? Well, Candy my girlfriend, was working part-time as a baby sitter this summer. She had forgotten she had an important deadline to apply for college today and she'd asked me to substitute her last minute.
Everyone else I would've sent packing, but how could I say no to her? So now I was surrounded by four little monsters and I wanted to kill myself.
Suddenly one of the twins fell to the floor and started crying and shouting as if he'd been possessed.
"What's going on?" I asked running to him.
"Sammy pushed me!" He uttered between tears.
"It's not true, he fell by himself," the other brother was two seconds from crying too, I had to stop it immediately.
"It wasn't your fault," I told him, then added sternly, "come on get up," handing my hand to the other kid.
"There's so much blood!" He said ignoring me.
"It's not true, you've barely scratched your knee."
I was going mad, Candy owed me, big time, and I knew exactly how to cash this debt. Thinking happier thoughts I went to the nursery to check on the baby and... she wasn't there. The crib was empty! How could that be possible? A seven months old didn't decide to leave on her own!
I looked everywhere, I took off all the sheets from the beds, I checked under beds and tables, threw all the toys around. The kids were finally happy, enjoying the destruction of the house.
I took my phone and dialed Candy's number, with dread and shame in my heart I told her "I lost the baby."
She went silent for a few moments, then burst out laughing, turned on the camera and showed me her smiling face and a tiny little thing in her hands.
"I knew I should keep an eye on her myself, I even told you."
"No you didn't, I was dying here! I really felt sick at the thought of having lost it. I'm going to spank you for this I swear!"
"Promises, promises," she replied with a little smirk. "You almost lost a baby, maybe I should be the one spanking you," she added enjoying the situation a lot.
I was going to miss her, she was about to move to the other side of the country while I was staying in this town.
"I'm going to miss your laugh," I said in one of my rare bursts of complete sincerity. Her smile froze on her beautiful face, "we'll make it work Castiel, nothing can come between us, not even missing children, a little bit of distance is nothing."
I wished she was right, but in my heart I knew it wasn't going to be easy. Still I smiled and nodded, she was mine, whatever was going to happen this wouldn't change.
I heard a crash from the other room and groaned, "I have to run, you owe me big time, prepare that ass because tonight it's going to get spanked."
She just laughed and hung up, but I wasn't kidding. While I went back to the living room to find two broken vases and 2 out of 3 screaming children, I knew I was going to take my payment very soon.
