LIKE, DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING PAINFUL IT IS HAVING CHAPPED LIPS

CAUSE THAT BOY WOULD HAVE A WHOLE CLOSET OF CHAPSTICK FOR THOSE LIPS DAMNIT

DEAN BUY YOUR MAN SOME CHAPSTICK

CAS GET YOUR DAMN CHAPSTICK OUT BEFORE A DATE

either way, please send stuff in, i’m feeling inspired today!

His little girl is the most beautiful child he’s ever seen. Sam was never the kind of man to be awed by kids. That was always Dean’s thing. One look and his older brother was smitten, no matter what he said.

Sam, on the other hand, had never given kids a second thought. It wasn’t something he ever expected to have, let alone a life safe enough to bring a child into the world as his own.

Yet here he was, holding his little girl in his arms, heart so full of warmth and joy he could barely contain it. 

In a way, he wondered if this is what his father had felt.

“She has your eyes,” Eileen signed, face bright and radiant against the pillows of the hospital bed. 

Sam choked on a laugh, eyes watering as he nodded and kissed his daughter’s forehead. 

“She has your nose,” Sam replied audibly, watching the way Eileen’s eyes took in his words.

“She does not,” Eileen laughed, shaking her head. 

Sam rolled his eyes and looked back to their daughter. She truly was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He had no idea becoming a father would feel like this. 

For months leading up to the delivery he’d been panicked and anxious. He had so much to be afraid of. There were monsters of course, and he was also a Winchester. He carried a heavy burden, one that Eileen had been willing to carry with him, and he carried hers. He wanted to bring a child into the world when he knew it would be safe, when he knew he could protect a family of his own without fear of the apocalypse, heaven, or hell. 

There was more than that, too. There was all the history that he had dragged behind him. Raising a child would mean risk and vulnerability. It meant risking that knowledge upon his own child, the fear that his son or daughter would learn about all the mistakes of their father and the destruction that it brought. He had fears that he would fail again, ruin the only good thing he would ever have the chance to bring into the world.

He could do nothing about those fears. Eileen told him that more often than not. But they were still there, and they had festered for what felt like an eternity before Eileen stumbled into their bedroom with a flushed face, signing over and over again, “It’s time.” 

Since that moment, Sam forgot everything. In an instant his fears were put on hold, his stress and anxiety an afterthought. Now, with his daughter in his arms, Sam felt like the weight of the world had fallen off his shoulders.

Fear? What fear. His daughter’s face shone like the sun. His wife’s body was stretched out beside him, warm and very much alive. 

Sam reached out a hand and wrapped his fingers through Eileen’s, bringing her hand up until his lips touched her knuckles. 

He didn’t have to sign it for her to understand what he meant.

I love you. 

Eileen placed a hand over her heart, then rested it atop their joined hands. Sam smiled and looked back down at their daughter. 

“We should name her Maura,” Sam said. He looked at his wife in time to see her eyes widen in surprise. 

Sam smiled and rubbed his thumb over her palm. 

“Because of her I would never know you, and I would never have been as happy as I am right now.”

Eileen nodded slowly, smile broadening as she looked at the infant in Sam’s arms. He took that as a sign and handed the child to her mother. 

“Maura,” Eileen spoke, laughter lining her voice. “Maura Winchester. Perfect.”

“Bobby pin,” Dean ordered, gaze sharp as a hawk as his fingers twisted in knots of hair. A moment later a bobby pin was placed in his offered palm and Dean was quick to snap it in place.

“Da-ddy,” his little girl whined, lower lip jutted out for maximum effect. “Hurry up.”

“Shh,” Dean hushed. He pulled his daughter’s bright golden locks back into the bun he’d been holding, careful to keep each strand exactly in place. “It’s alright honey,” he murmured, resisting the urge to drop a kiss over her head. “Almost done.”

Mary huffed and tightened her fingers around the base of the chair. At least she’d finally stopped rocking on her heels.

“If you were any more careful I’d mistake you for a surgeon,” Cain murmured. Dean didn’t have to look in the mirror to know Cain was smirking.

“Says the surgeon himself,” Dean grumbled. 

The coarseness of Cain’s beard rustled against his cheek before he felt the soft lips of his husband. Dean sighed and felt his shoulders sag, tension bleeding from his body in waves. 

“I may be a doctor,” Cain whispered, kissing him again, “but you and I both know I’m useless when it comes to hair.”

“You’re a damn liar.”

“Daddy swore!” Mary whooped, pointing a finger so sharply Dean lost his grip.

“Shit!”

Mary erupted into giggles and covered her mouth, blushing when she saw her papa frowning. 

“Sorry babe,” Dean said, his own cheeks darkening as he finally gave in and kissed the top of his daughter’s head. 

“That’ll be another coin to the swear jar, dear,” Cain murmured. Dean rolled his eyes. The coin in the jar was just for Mary’s sake. He knew Cain was already thinking up other ways to keep Dean’s swearing to a minimum. 

Dean worked hard to keep his blushing to a minimum as he hurried his way through his daughter’s hair until it was neat and tidy once more.

“There you go, munchkin.” Dean beamed as his daughter touched her hair in awe. 

“It’s perfect daddy,” she sang, jumping out of her chair and twirling in front of the mirror. Her dress swirled around her legs, tangling at the toes of her dress shoes. Cain caught her by her arms in time, squatting down to pull her in a hug.

“You look beautiful, darling,” Cain smiled and kissed her forehead. He then stood and reached for Dean’s hand, pulling his younger husband close to give him a kiss as well. 

“And you,” he added, eyes twinkling, “look ravishing.”

Dean raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Cain.”

“Don’t worry,” Cain replied. “I fully intend to.”

“We’re gonna’ be late!” Mary shouted, already dashing out of her papa’s arms and down the hall. 

“How did we end up with a time sensitive daughter?” Dean groaned, burying his head in Cain’s shoulder. 

“Who knows,” Cain replied. “But she is right. Someone will at least keep us accountable to our schedules.”

Sam wasn’t sure how taking Eileen to the bunker was going to go.  Dean seemed to be all for it.  Cas just responded with a nod and a small smile, saying, “She is a legacy like you and your brother; I’m sure this would be a good place for her.”

Sam rolled up in Cas’ car to the front door.  He had considered going to the garage, but he wanted to take Eileen in with little steps.  

He didn’t want her asking more questions than he could handle all at once.  Despite all of their work towards the opposite, there was still a slight language barrier that they were working on.  

He knew sign language, but he was still slow and wonky.

She could speak aloud, but with the same slowness and wonkiness

He led her in.  Silence was less scary when Eileen was around.

It was almost nice.

He unlocked the door and made a sweeping gesture.

In an effort to gain more support and recognition for the wonderful, beautiful ship that is Hannah x Gadreel, I give you the following AU’s:

hadreel au where gadreel is an ancient pagan god who looks after the lost children and youth of the world and hannah is a devoted follower and priestess who may or may not be adored by gadreel himself

hadreel au where gadreel and hannah were next-door neighbors and classmates growing up and gadreel used to tease hannah and pull her pigtails in class but grew up to be her best friend and helped her cut her hair when she became he

hadreel au where hannah is a math genius and gadreel is the ‘reluctant’ yet loyal intern who is secretly a math genius as well

hadreel au where hannah is running for president and gadreel is the very tired and cranky PR lead but whoops hannah is single and ready to mingle and look-ie there so is gadreel and being in charge of PR isn’t going to lower this coming scandal

hadreel au where hannah and gadreel are boyfriends and fuck with society’s gender rules their entire lives and have no plans of stopping

hadreel au where hannah and gadreel are grumpy apartment neighbors and are constantly sending complaints against each other and the manager gets so upset they plan a fake ‘meeting’ and end up just locking the two together and forcing them to actually face each other and deal with it (bonus points if the apartment manager is castiel)

hadreel au where gadreel is the sassy university librarian and hannah is the overworked professor who has no time for this thank you very much

hadreel au were hannah and gadreel are joint presidents of an executive company and everyone is simultaneously terrified of their incredible leadership and sharp decision making skills but also totally in awe of how totally in love these two idiots are and no one knows if hannah and gadreel even know about it yet

AO3

It took Gadreel all of a moment to recognize the subtle difference to Hannah’s frame. It was a strange thing to angels, dealing with vessels and how they influenced an angel’s identity. It didn’t cover much of anything, more like a transparent veil than anything else. But it was just enough of a change, like a shade of color, that Gadreel found himself blinking in surprise.

“You changed your vessel,” he stated, uncaring that it was obvious. He was surprised. The change was nice. Hannah’s grace was always pulsing and blue. Her old vessel always added a subtle hue of yellow, like the sunlight. This new vessel had a green hue, mixing with the blue grace in harmony. 

“I did,” Hannah replied, looking down at their clothes. Hannah touched their chest and frowned. “I swore I never would again. Today I had to make the exception. I saw Castiel, on Earth at the gate.”

Gadreel raised his eyebrows and stepped closer. 

“Are you alright?” He asked. “What do you plan to do?”

Hannah shook their head and crossed their arms. “I don’t know,” Hannah replied, honest. “Something about this vessel feels... right. From the memories here, I don’t believe there are any relatives or partners that are waiting to be reunited, and I sense no will to leave from this vessel. I might stay like this, at least for now.”

Gadreel smiled and watched as Hannah stepped closer, only a foot away. They were almost the same height now, but even still Hannah was shorter--both in grace and frame. Gadreel would have chuckled under different circumstances, knowing that they were at least close enough to share moments of humor and affection. But this moment was serious, and there was no need for it to be spoken. 

He reached out his hands and touched the edges of Hannah’s arms, lingering but not forceful in the chance Hannah didn’t want physical contact. Gadreel always gave them that choice. 

“What can I do for you?” Gadreel asked, knowing Hannah would see past his words for what they meant. What could he do to make the transition easier? He knew this would not be a light decision, but he and Hannah had bonded since Metatron. Much had changed, and Gadreel believed that he could be trusted even now. Whatever Hannah needed, he was willing to do.

Hannah smiled gently and placed their hand over Gadreel’s. 

“I am still Hannah,” they replied. “But perhaps it would be easier to refer to me as ‘he’ while I am in this vessel. I find it... settling.”

“The Winchesters might also appreciate it,” Gadreel added. Hannah rolled his eyes and smirked.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Hannah muttered. “Thank goodness not everything is about them.”

“They might disagree.”

“Let them,” Hannah chuckled. He looked up into Gadreel’s eyes and raised his free hand, cupping his cheek in a silent gesture of affection. Gadreel held back from leaning into the touch, but he knew Hannah was aware. Hannah’s thumb caressed his cheek bone before pulling away.

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