#kid!jack

I am a sucker for puppy love scenarios with characters so she'd 100% be picking him up and carrying him wherever she went and her dad would have to return him to his mother every time because Nana isn't gonna give him up

Suptober day 9: Rainstorm

Dadstiel and kid!jack content. Jack playing in the rain in his ladybug raincoat

Sam and kid!Jack~

Day 01 of my 2024 advent calendar!

The prompt was "Dad!Sam and Son!Jack cuddling or doing a forehead press"

Day 31: Halloween 🎃

Have some cute kid!Jack.

Thinking about TFW getting into a fight with Lucifer (or someone) a few months later. They're struggling and they've been separated so when, caught in a bind, Cas tells Jack to go somewhere safe and Jack instinctively seeks out Sam (because Jack imprinting on Sam is my favourite hc) but he can't find Sam so he casts his senses out even further even deeper and looks and looks and looks, all the while thinking safe safe safe, Sam Sam Sam. Eventually he finds something pushes himself towards it with all his might and finally tumbles onto hard wood floor, dizzy from exhaustion.

Thinking about pre-canon Sam, a year or two into Stanford, watching TV with Jess and thinking for the first time how he feels so safe. Thinking about his bubble bursting as a something crashes into his living room.

Something that turns out to be a child, probably six years old.

A child with wings.

(Because again. Fanfiction. Point)

Thinking about Sam immediately jumping in front of Jess, confused, scared and probably lamenting his misfortune, pissed that he had just jinxed himself. Sam thinking why oh why do I not have a weapon? Followed by a hysterical what, am I gonna stab a child?

Thinking about Jack spotting Sam, even looking so much younger, this is still his Sam and Sam will help him, Sam will keep him safe.

"Sam," he sobs, "I need help." Then immediately passes out because he used too much energy getting there.

Just. Just thinking about how a younger Sam would react to something like this (having not been beat down by life, not having gone through the "whole new level of freak" yet). How he would explain things to Jess.

Not to mention, Jack is a Nephilim, half angel! *excited* The son of Lucifer?!?! *confused and a little scared*

Also, Also. Dean. How would younger Sam react to learning about how Dean treated Jack when he was born? React to the understanding that his older self apparently let this happen. Let Dean around the kid that seems like he wants to kill himself at the slightest mistake because of what Dean said?

POV: You're Jack's mom, who put him to bed 1 hour ago only to see not only is he not asleep but he also managed to snatch up the cookie jar you put on the top shelf in the kitchen…

dean immediately sat up, nudging cas back out of his arms and moving on the couch so that jack could sit between them. jack usually went to cas when he needed help, always a call for “dad?” that cas immediately reacted to. but this time, it was something dean knew he could help with.

“time for what?” cas asked, hands settling softly on jack’s shoulder, moving towards jack’s forehead to feel for a fever.

“my tooth,” jack replied, reaching for dean’s hand.

“what?” cas said at the same time dean brushed his thumb across jack’s cheek softly.

with a grin, dean said, “buddy has had a loose tooth for days. think it’s ready for you to lose that first tooth of yours?”

jack nodded eagerly.

“how loose is it? show me those pearly whites,” dean said, peering at jack’s front tooth as the 6 year old wiggled the tooth. “perfect, looks like you’re ready kiddo,” dean said, grabbing one of the tissues from the tissue box he’d deliberately put there that morning specifically for this moment.

dean looked over jack’s head, catching his husbands eyes as cas settled back against the couch cushions, watching the exchange between dean and jack with the fondest smile. giving cas a smile of his own, dean leaned fowards and asked jack, “you’re sure you want me to do this?”

jack nodded again, giving dean that bright smile that was a mirror image of cas’. “I want it to be you,” jack said.

dean felt his heart melt in his chest. “alright, brave little bud. one little tug and it’s over. ready?” once jack gave him a thumbs up, just like he’d done for sam all those years ago, dean gently used the tissue and tugged the tooth, feeling it slide free with ease.

“awesome!” jack cheered, immediately flashing a toothless grin at dean before he turned that smile towards cas. cas smiled back, leaning forwards to press a kiss to jack’s forehead.

“time for you to go back to bed,” cas said, moving up from the couch and catching jack’s hand.

“what about my $2?” jack said, batting innocent eyes at dean.

“I’ll discuss it with the tooth fairy,” dean said, sneaking a quick kiss against cas’ cheek before grabbing jack’s other hand. “c’mon, your dad said bedtime.”

jack hummed happily all the way back to the bedroom as dean and cas tucked him back into bed. “good night dad, good night papa,” jack mumbled sleepily.

“good night sweetheart,” cas replied, dropping a kiss to jack’s forehead again.

“good night brave lil rockstar,” dean said, kissing jack on the cheek and walking out the bedroom with cas by his side.

but instead of walking them back to the living room, cas gently bumped dean into their own room and he softly kissed dean then and there in their doorway.

“what was that for?” dean asked, chasing cas’ mouth in another kiss.

established destiel, kid!jack, single parent castiel

wc 780

Castiel is ignoring his ice cube toes when he hears the front door open. He burrows further into the blankets. Covering his face, he wills the shame away.

It's been building all day. He hears boots hit the floor and keys jangle on the table. 

Jack woke up cranky and it all went downhill from there. He had forgotten to buy more blueberries for the oatmeal. Jack refused bananas as a substitute and Cas couldn't blame him. Wrong texture. Looking for Jack’s other Thomas the Tank Engine shoe put them late to preschool which in turn put Castiel late for work. Jack was in tears as he walked away. Castiel tried not to cry as he called his boss.

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