#bb!cas

There's a small Supernatural fiction I thought about sharing. It was written for the lovely beesforcastiel. Anyway If anybody is interested there the reaaaaally small dad!Dean I wrote. Keep in mind that english 's'not my mother language.

"...dy ...ddy ! Daddy !"

Dean was peacefully sleeping when suddenly a little voice began to cut through his dream. Two tiny warm hands were shaking his left shoulder and they, clearly, shouldn't be there. Gently trying to open his heavy eyelids, the sleepy adult slowly heard small sobs. Immediately, he turned on his side attempting to see the little form touching him.

"Cas ?" He tried. The three years old child was indeed crying next to his bed holding on his pajama's top.

"Daddy ! Thunder !"

Supporting his word, a loud rumble of thunder could be heard making the black haired baby squeaked. It wasn't the first time that Castiel was waking him up because of thunder. He was afraid of it since the time the lightning struck very close to them and sounded like an explosion. Since then, he always ran in his bedroom crying.

Rubbing the sleep out of his face with his hand, Dean lifted his comforter to let his son climb in his bed.

"Cas, come here baby." He asked softly, watching him still trembling with fear.

Not needing to be told twice, Castiel leapt to his side, hugging tightly his father's neck. The blond man wrapped them up again in the quilt and held the shaking small body in his arms. "Shhhh... That's okay, angel. I'm right here." He whispered.

The adult stroked the warm little guy's back with practiced ease. The child quietly stopped weeping and calmed down, breath slowing. He nestled against his ribs and sniffed a few times, head on Dean's arm and chubby hand clinging to his night shirt.

Dean kissed the mop of dark hair and quietly hummed 'Eh Jude' to lull his tiny angel to sleep.

Joy.

Just Cas would be one thing, but Cas and his brothers? Christ. At lest it was two that were occasionally friendly. Raphael or  Uriel or (god help him) Lucifer would have been a damn nightmare. That's little consolation now, though.

Little fucking consolation when they played hide-and-go-seek and Cas got stuck up a tree.

Little fucking consolation when Cas was on the receiving end of what was ostensibly a sword fight but looked more to Dean like Balthazar and Gabriel beating their sibling with broom handles.

Little fucking consolation when Dean had to spend two hours scrubbing Enochian crayon off of the hallway walls.

It was eight when he finished, and his body groaned as he stood back up. He stretched and yawned expansively (what a fucking day) when he heard a small sniffle.

Dean looked down and ayup, it was Cas.

"Hey, little man," Dean said as patiently as he could, "Up a little late, huh?"

Cas stood unsteadily on his ungrown legs, tiny fingers clutching his trenchcoat tightly. His dark head looked down as he furiously rubbed his eyes with his free hand. He murmured, "Can't sleep, Dean."

Since it had happened, Cas had been mostly quiet, and it was jarring to hear him. His deep rumbling voice had been made high and sweet, and he lisped slightly through his unformed palate.

"Sleep with you?" He asked, hopeful and high.

Dean ran his fingers through his hair. Damnit.

"Yeah," he answered as he scooped Cas up. "Yeah, that's fine."

Cas sighed contentedly as he curled up close against Dean, a warm little weight against his chest and arm. His tiny little wings blanketed over his little body, and he dragged up the trenchcoat and sucked happily on the collar.

Dean walked softly to his bedroom and laid down on the bed. Cas curled up a little higher, his hair just brushing against Dean's face. The angel snored imperceptibly on top of his heart. Small and heavy and warm and trusting and safe, safe with him.

by LalaLettie

"...and then you'll find the human God made just for you," Anna smiles. Castiel nods faintly, eyes starting to slip closed.

"And they'll be pretty and strong. And they'll play fun games with you all the time." Castiel makes a questioning sound in the back of his throat, his fingers tightening around Bear.

Anna looks at her brother, "they'll love Bear too. But you'll be their favorite." Castiel nods, content with this answer. He turns towards his sister and lets sleep overtake him, dreams of his perfect human and his journey to save them alight in his mind.