#interncastiel

Proposal: wedding planner Erik and funeral home owner Charles

@interncastiel​ and I were discussing something similar to this as a Wednesday Cas offshoot, so that’s what it’s going to be

Dean knew he wanted more children. There was never a question in his mind about that. He couldn’t imagine growing up without Sam by his side and, in spite of his protests to the contrary, he knew Castiel loved Gabriel and Megan’s presence as well. He wanted the same thing for Amara; a friend for life, an ally as it were.

There were more practical reasons of course, too: Amara tended to be a rather … isolated child. Her strange personality tended to be off putting to those not accustomed with it (”The Brainless” as Castiel liked to say).

Dean bridges the topic of having another child with his mate just after Amara’s 4th birthday. Castiel glances up at him through dark lashes and gives a soft hum in understanding, but no real answer. Dean grimaces, not sure how to take the response. Even after almost a decade mated to the prickly omega, there are still times Dean has trouble reading Castiel’s moods or his scent.

He takes the lack of an answer as a “no” until the afternoon he returns home from work to see Amara crouched on the floor of their parlor, viciously coloring a piece of paper entirely black, as a small honey-haired boy watches her with interest.

“Is Amara having a playdate?” He asks, setting his work bag down on a wing back chair.

“So to speak,” Castiel replies evenly. He beckons the small boy over and kneels down at his side. “Dean, this is our son, Jack.”

Dean’s not entirely sure he heard his mate correctly. Castiel has to repeat himself three times before he is able to say anything but “Huh?”

“What do you mean our son?” Dean asks finally.

“Our son,” Castiel repeats as if it’s obvious. “You said that you wanted more children.” Dean has to hold back an exhausted eyeroll at that.

“Yeah, Cas, but I meant in the more … traditional sense.”

“Well, we still could,” Castiel shoos Jack off to continue playing with Amara, “but the opportunity presented itself…”

“Presented itself?” Dean asks. “Did you… Did you go and adopt him?” Castiel takes Dean by the arm, leading the alpha to sit in one of the dining room chairs.

“In a way, yes.” The evasive answer does nothing for Dean’s comfort. “Amara and I found him wandering through the woods on our way home from her fencing lessons.” Dean can’t stop his jaw from dropping open.

“You found him?! What the…?!” He jumps to his feet and scrubs a hand through his hair. “Jesus Castiel, you can’t just take home a missing child. There are laws! What about his parents?” Castiel takes a moment to consider this, his brow furrowing.

“I don’t actually believe he has parent,” he says. “Jack,” the boy looks up from Amara’s drawing, his clear blue eyes almost mirrors of Castiel’s. “Do you have parents?” The boy answers with a wordless shrug and Castiel turns back to dean with a look that says “Well there you have it.”

“Castiel,” Dean says seriously. “We need to call the police. If he was abducted or abused… We can’t just decide to adopt him because we want to.” Dean isn’t fully aware of the implication of the statement until the words leave his mouth. Castiel gives Dean a sad smile and takes a step forward, winding his hand with Dean’s.

“If we do that,” he begins. “The police will take him in and he’ll end up in the system… like Amara.” Both Dean and Castiel’s gaze flits over to their daughter and memories of her first arrival at their home. As withdrawn as she is now, it pales in comparison to the shroud of darkness that seemed to hover over her before. Dean shudders to think of what she would be like without a supportive environment and someone she can trust like him and Castiel.

Even in the short time he’s been here, Dean can see that Jack isn’t like Amara was, though. He’s clearly quiet, but there is a warmth about him that is unmistakable, one that Dean knows could be easily snuffed out in the wrong hands.

As with most of their disagreements, Dean relents… with a caveat.

“If we hear anything about a missing child, we speak up, ok? We’re not kidnappers, we’re just… taking care of him. For the time being. ” Castiel nods and leans into give Dean a quick peck. Dean knows this isn’t the smartest route, or the most legal, but he did marry into the Addamses after all.

“I DON’T HAVE A GOLD MEDAL . I’VE NEVER HAD A GOLD MEDAL . IF I WANTED A GOLD MEDAL, YES I PROBABLY COULD GO OUT AND GET ONE. BECAUSE I AM WHAT? SICKENING! [you could never have a gold medal because you are not that kind of skater: redacted] HONESTLY YOU HAVE TONS OF GOLD MEDALS AND I’M SO PROUD OF YOU?. BABY EVERYTHING I HAVE I’VE WORKED FOR AND GOTTEN MYSELF. I HAVE BUILT MYSELF FROM THE GROUND UP... Y-YOU’RE AMAZING, TALENTED-”

Yes...?

I mean, technically it’s ongoing and occasionally @interncastiel or I will post stuff related to it (our latest thing being Cas and Dean adopting a strangely sunny child, Jack).

Truthfully, I haven’t been writing a lot lately, mostly due to work commitments (yay, promotion!) and my Etsy shop going reeeeaaaallly well. I love writing, but I haven’t been as... hmmm... pressed to do it, I suppose. 

Can you even imagine?

Like Yurio, but somehow angstier. And he’s not angry at the world the way Yurio is, but he has the same anxiety as Yuuri and is constantly worried he won’t live up to his Dads. 

So while he’s generally a good natured and polite kid (while dealing with other people), when he has to focus on himself and what he’s doing, he gets really... down on himself and his insecurity comes out.