#driftingcas

spn poetry challenge

prompt: wander's lullaby by adrisaurus

Cas holds his tongue between his teeth, his brow furrowed in concentration. His plump fingers work clumsily as he tries to connect the daisies without crushing the petals or breaking the stems.

Dean, on the other hand, is restless, plucking the heads from the daisies and tossing them at the tree Cas is leaning against. He begins to pull off the petals individually, counting softly as he does. Eventually, however, he tears the rest of the oval petals off in frustration, turning to Cas with a frown tilting his pink lips down.

"Cas," he groans in a lilting voice, "I’m bored." He draws out his last word, coupling his pleading tone with a flutter of eyelashes.

Cas ignores him; too focused on his project to bother lifting his head to entertain Dean. His pink tongue moves in time with his fingers; his blue eyes squinting in the sunlight. Finally he creates and ouroboros from the daisies, completing the chain into a circle.

"There!" He shouts, holding his masterpiece carefully in his hands, "It’s a crown!"

Dean grins, glancing briefly at the daisy chain before losing interest and returning his attention to Cas, “Can we play now, Cassie?”

Cas nods, “But only if you wear the crown.”

Dean agrees and Cas steps closer, small hands gently laying the crown on Dean’s dark blonde hair. He steps back, clapping his hands, “There! Now you’re King Dean!”

Dean laughs, “And you’re King Cas!”

Cas shakes his head, “No. I don’t have a crown.” His lower lip trembles, tiny fists shaking.

Dean steps closer, taking Cas’s hand in his own, sweaty palm on sweaty palm, “I’ll make you one, I promise.”

Cas bites his lip, “But I don’t want to be King… I want to be something else…”

Dean stares at him, his young mind unable to comprehend how someone could not want to be a King. He opens his mouth to speak, perhaps to offer the role of Prince to Cas. He is rudely interrupted, however, by the rowdy voices of Cas’s older twin brothers, Michael and Lucifer.

Lucifer stands too close to Dean, so close he has to tilt his head up to look at him. He reaches out to pluck the crown from Dean’s head, but Dean steps back before Lucifer can catch hold of the daisy chain.

Lucifer sneers at him, taking a step back himself so he is standing shoulder to shoulder with Michael. The dark haired twin opens his mouth, allowing poison to spill from his lips, “Only pansies wear flower crowns,” he turns to Lucifer, “Geddit? Pansies? Flower crowns?”

Lucifer chuckles, “Yeah. Only girls wear daisy chains.”

Dean feels tears prick his eyes, a lump growing at the back of his throat. He grits his teeth, refusing to cry, refusing to give them more ammunition against him.

Michael and Lucifer are still laughing when he feels a small hand slipping into his. Cas steps up beside him, blue eyes ice cold as they glare at his older brothers.

"Don’t say that to Dean." He says, young voice shaking with passion, "He’s a much better friend than you two."

Dean squeezes Cas’s hand tightly, tears no longer threatening to fall. He lifts his chin, pulling Cas with him as he turns away, “You’re just bullies.” He allows the wind to carry his words to the twins, deciding to keep his eyes straight ahead.

When they are out of earshot, Dean turns to Cas with a serious expression, “You aren’t a King, Cassie. You’re a lionheart.”

HANNAH YOU ARE A GODDESS

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checked, that has to be bad for your back) beckons him back to reality and all that it brings. It leaves him with a dull ache for the rest of the day, that sinks into his bones, making him feel so much older than he is. Jess has become prepared for these days, with stupid romantic comedies and hot chocolate, as an excuse for bundling up together and closing out the rest of the world for a few hours. She hopes that he'd talk about it, but he never does.

Thank you Hannah!

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