#parent!cas

Dean, Cas and Jack would totally vibe like Jay, Gloria and Manny from Modern Family. With Cas being the incredibly hot young foreign bilingual husband, Dean being the Winchester patriarch (being the oldest Winchester alive and getting grey hair and more laugh lines) and Jack being their weird yet kind son.

„Daddy, daddy!“ The three year old bounces on his parents bed. „Wake up.“

Dean groans, he definitely didn‘t get enough sleep last night. First Bobby didn‘t want to go to sleep then his infant daughter cried until Dean wasn‘t sure anymore if she got the bottle or if he drank it. 

„5 more minutes.“ He begs even though he knows that when his son is this active he won‘t win.

„Daddy…!“ Bobby whines and tries to shake his daddy awake. „Get up.“ He whines again and Dean surrenders. 

„Okay, Daddy is awake.“ He declares even though he is definitely not awake and sits up.

„Okay, okay.“ He says more to himself than to his son and tries to open his eyes. „I am up.“

Bobby jumps cheerfully from his bed and takes his hand. „Come!“ He tries to pull his Daddy out of his bed, but Dean is like a dead weight and Bobby can‘t do more than run on the spot. „Daddy.“ He whines again. 

„No, yes.“ Dean says and stands up. „Wait, what?“ Bobby looks at him funny. Dean looks at him tiredly. They just stand there, looking at each other. No one says anything.

Why are we standing again? Why aren‘t we sleeping? What times is it anyway? What did I to deserve this? Dean questions himself and before he can question his entire life choices his son remembers that he is on a mission. 

„Daddy, come on.“ He tugs at his hand again.

Right, my son wants attention, Dean remembers and follows him more like a sleepwalking zombie than a responsible parent, but the thought counts, right?

„What‘s going on?“ He mumbles and isn‘t sure if he said it out loud or if it‘s all in his head.

„Papa is being silly.“ His son exclaims and dashes down the stairs like a rocket. 

„What?“ Dean questions because Castiel is on a work trip and isn‘t supposed to be back until the next week. Irritated he climbs down the stairs. 

„What do you mean papa is-“ He stops and rubs his eyes, but sure enough that‘s his husband just in his suit pans and an apron on, dancing with a spatula in his hand to some pop song from the radio. 

What? Is this another dream? He questions himself again and scratches his head. 

„Papa!“ His son exclaims cheerfully and holds his arms up. 

„Rocket!“ Castiel responses with happiness and lifts him up. „I missed you.“ He peppers his son with kisses, which makes him giggle. Their daughter, Claire, giggles along even though she doesn‘t know why they‘re giggling and- wait is she sitting in her chair on the counter? Giggling? What happened to just crying and stealing Daddy‘s sleep?

At this point, Dean decides, he won‘t question anything anymore until he has his second coffee in his hand. There is just no point in trying to understand things that just sound insane.

„Cas?“ Dean tries to catch his husbands attention. „What‘s going on? What are you doing here?“ He asks and hugs him.

„Hello, Dean.“ Castiel says warmly and kisses Dean‘s temple. „I missed you.“

„We missed you, too.“ Dean admits and breaths in Cas‘ scent. „So much.“ 

Dean breaks their embrace as Bobby starts to complain. „But that doesn‘t explain why you are here.“

Castiel takes a deep breath. „I quit.“

„What?“ Dean asks, suddenly very awake. „But you love your job. It is your everything.“

Castiel sits Bobby down and takes Dean‘s hand in his. „You‘re my everything. I love you more than some job and when you said that Claire said her first words and I wasn‘t here? I just… I don‘t want to miss anything anymore.“

Dean can‘t believe his ears. Sure, they talked about it, but Castiel always said that he isn‘t ready and what about-

Bobby tugs on his pants and Dean looks down. „Daddy, are you mad?“ Bobby‘s eyes shine dangerously and Dean knows what will happen next if he doesn‘t do something fast.

„No,“ He reassures his son and shakes his head. „I… I just,“ He looks his husband in the eyes and thinks of all the christmases, birthdays and the firsts, Cas has missed and that this is over. He will never miss anything ever again and Dean just can‘t believe it. 

„I am just so happy.“ He says and kisses his husband. „I am so fucking happy.“ He whispers against his husband‘s lips. 

„Bad word.“ Bobby declares and his fathers break their kiss. „Yeah,“ Dean laughs with tears in his eyes. „That was a bad word.“ 

Castiel tries to say something, but his husband interrupts him. „Do you smell that?“

„Oh my God!“ Castiel rushes to the oven and grabes the pan. „I forgot the pancakes!“ He opens the window and Dean cuddles a crying Claire. 

„Shhh, everything is okay,” He reassures her and Castiel steps besides them. "Papa is home.“ 

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Summary:  Castiel is placing his son, Jack, in daycare into the capable hands of Dean Winchester. Cas has had it hard as a single, trans dad, but he's doing his best. Dean accepting him helps him through some of the hardships he encounters as he comes to completely trust and love Dean.

“Adam, give Michael his blocks back! Luci, I will give you one last chance, share the crayons or you’re not gonna have any crayons until after nap time!” Dean barked, becoming exasperated within an hour of the first day. He noticed then a man holding a young child and looking as if he didn’t know where to go or what to do. His hair was disheveled, his tie was on backwards, and his shoes were untied, so Dean knew that he rushed to get here. Dean walked over. “Hello, can I help you?”

The man seemed to snap out of his stupor. “Yes, I’m here for Dean Winchester’s room. You are him, I presume? I mean, of course you are, nobody else is here but the kids and I just wanted to know if I had the right room or-”

“Take a deep breath. It’s okay. I’m Dean, you got the right room. First time putting a kid through daycare then?” Dean smiled, trying to calm the dude.

“Uh, yes, yes this is my first time,” the dude responded, holding the kid closer to him.

“And what’s your name?”

“Oh, sorry, it is Castiel. Castiel Novak.”

“And who is this little one?” Dean cooed, looking at the young boy in Castiel’s arms that looked so excited to be here in stark contrast to his father. The kid looked around at the other kids and the abundance of toys and was wiggling in his father’s ever-increasing hold.

“This is Jack.”

“Hi, Jack!” Dean said, giving Jack a wave who gave Dean a big smile and a little wave in return. “Would you like to go play with the other kids?” Jack nodded enthusiastically and squirmed even more. Dean gave Castiel another reassuring smile.

“Cas, you’re going to have to let him down for him to play,” Dean prompted. Cas nodded and slowly let Jack down. As soon as Cas let go, Jack gave him a kiss on the cheek and sped off with a “bye, Daddy” before finding new friends to play with.

Cas looked so dejected that Dean felt bad for even suggesting it, but he would have had to give Jack up to interact sooner or later.

“Come on, you just need to fill out some paperwork for if an emergency ever came up,” Dean said, leading Cas over to the paperwork at his desk which he handed over to Cas and let him sit in Dean’s chair to fill it out while he turned his attention back to the kids. He spotted Jack taking Luci’s crayons and coloring with his tongue stuck out; Dean was surprised that Luci even let Jack take the crayons, but he seemed fascinated with Jack, looking over Jack’s shoulder as he colored. Pretty soon both boys colored on the same paper and Dean was able to witness Luci smiling for the first time in his years of watching the boy.

request from @mrskaremac16 - Destiel domestic fluff (holding their baby for the first time)

This prompt somehow became an opportunity to experiment with drawing styles…so…sorry… :’D….

They let out a shriek, terrified and in pain. Their partner came rushing in, swords drawn. “Why the hell are the legos out?!”

prompt by @pettyprompts

Dean wakes up to a loud shriek. It sounds as if Castiel is in terrible pain and Dean immediately jumps out of bed, exits the room as silently as possible and rushes towards the living room, drawing his blade to defend his husband from whatever sonovabitch that’s attacking him.

After quitting the hunting-life and moving out of the bunker into their own little house, with an actual white fence and a set of red swings in the backyard, they luckily haven’t had any encounters with supernatural creatures at all. But you never know what’s going to happen and Dean simply has to be prepared to defend his family from any evil, especially since little Emily has entered their lives.

Dean all but slides through the door into the living room and quickly screens the room for an attacker. To his utter relief, all he finds is Cas, standing in a pile of toys on one leg, glaring angrily at no one in particular; no sing of danger anywhere.

“Why the hell are the legos out?!” Cas growls, turning towards his husband.

“Uhm, so, Em and I built a lego-castle and she suddenly got really tired and fell asleep in my lap. I carried her up into our bed and, in her sleep, she grabbed my hand and wouldn’t let go- Cas, she looked so damn cute I couldn’t leave her up there all alone,” Dean murmured bashfully. “I might have fallen asleep next to her and there’s a slight chance that I forgot to put the legos away. I’m really sorry, babe.”

Happy belated birthday, @fangirling-airi-style!!!

Based on my own gifset, because well - that’s how my brain works. 

In Which Dean and Cas (accidentally) adopt Satan Jr. Enjoy!

It’s an accident, really.

Well, adopting Lucifer’s kid is.

Taking him to the bunker is a given.

What else are they going to do? Chuck the kid into the streets and hope some non-satanist finds him? Take him to child services when every demon on the planet will be eagerly looking for him?

So, yeah, they take Satan Jr. to the bunker with them, because that’s the only thing they can do. Kelly died, just breathing long enough to see her son and whisper “I love you”, the failure to save yet another life on their shoulders.

At least they got rid of Dagon, or Crowley did.

Hey, he saw Lucifer’s kid and didn’t immediately try to kill it, so that’s a plus too.

It is way past midnight when Castiel reaches the hospital. "They are fine. Everything will be alright," he repeats like a mantra in his head as he walks to the office of the doctor, who can explain what happened to your family, Mister Winchester, the nurse had said. He takes a deep breath to calm himself and knocks on the door of the man who has the power to break him, to tear his world apart.

He opens the door slowly. „Doctor Lafitte, I´m Castiel Winchester. The nurse said that you could tell me where my family is.“

„I can,“ the doctor confirms and asks him to take a seat. The door closes behind him and it doesn‘t take Castiel much time to realize that his family, his little bumblebee and his husband, aren‘t fine. That they will never be fine again. That he needs to prepare himself. That there is not much time left. That there is nothing they can do.

„Is she… Is my daughter in pain,“ he asks after a while and doesn‘t know if he really wants to hear the answer.

„No,“ the doctor shakes his head. „She doesn‘t feel much anymore.“

„That‘s…“ he starts, but stops because he doesn‘t know whether it is good or bad. He doesn‘t really want to think about the meaning of this so he settles for a nod and takes a deep breath. „What about Dean?“ He tries to hold back his emotions, to calm himself because this cannot be happening, right? This is all just a nightmare and if he believes that enough he will wake up and his family will be there. Right?

„We could stop the bleeding in his stomach,“ the doctor said and before Castiel can thank the doctor for saving the love of his life, he continues, „but there are fragments of the bomb in the area of his heart and we can‘t remove them and he can‘t live with them.“

„What does that mean?“ He asks even though deep down he already knows the answer to that.

„It means that with each beat of his heart the fragments move and when they reach his heart... We won‘t be able to stop it. I‘m sorry. There is nothing we can do at this point except to make their last hours as comfortable as possible.“

It is very quiet after that and Castiel feels like a bomb hit him, too and took everything he has, his heart, his soul, away from him. And in a way a bomb did just that.

„Mister Winchester,“ The doctor interrupts his thoughts and Castiel looks up again. „Would you like to see your daughter?“

He nods numbly and follows the doctor to the hospital room. They walk in and the sight of his daughter breaks his heart. Her body, "60% of her body", the doctor had said, is covered in wounds from the heat of the explosion. There are tubes all around and in her little body and a steady beep echoes through the room, reminding him that she is still alive. But what really means 'alive' at this point anyway?

„You can sit with her.“ Doctor Lafitte suggests as he sees that Castiel is still standing in the middle of the room. „She needs you now more than ever.“ He smiles reassuringly and leaves Castiel alone in his little daughter‘s room, her last room she will ever be in.

He shakily sits down on a hospital chair and starts to pray, for what, he doesn‘t know. It feels wrong to pray for a miracle. To pray for their survival. Emma would never be without pain. Dean would never be himself again. How could he pray for something like that?

He hates himself for hoping that they won‘t have to be much longer on this earth and he hates himself that a tiny part of him hopes that the time will freeze and he can just be with them for an eternity.

„Papa?“ Cas cannot help it and tries to smile and to be strong because he cannot bear the thought that the last face she will ever see is a face full of sorrow and pain. So he smiles and hopes it is convincing and tries to cement it on his face.

„Hey, bumblebee.“ He whispers lovingly like it is a normal night, like he had said it in the past.

„I am scared.“ She mumbles tiredly.

„I know, baby girl, but I am right here.“ He kisses her hand and tries to ignore the wounds. „Nothing bad can happen to you.“ He whispers and his voice breaks as he says, „I‘ll always be there for you.“

„I love you, papa.“ She smiles and is calmer than before.

„I love you, too, bumblebee.“ He takes her hand in his and tries to memorize how it feels like, tries to convince himself that this is enough for a lifetime.

When she closes her eyes for the last time in her too short life, Castiel knows that it will never be enough.

He doesn‘t know how long he sits there, just holding her hand and praying that her chest would rise again and she would open her eyes again. She never does.

Some time later, minutes, hours, Castiel doesn‘t know nor care, he sits besides his husband on a chair and waits. Waits for Dean to wake up. Waits for someone to tell him that this is all just a cruel prank or mistake or something else. He tries not to think about the possibility that there is a world where his family doesn‘t exist anymore and tries to hold on to his mask because "Dean needs to rest, Mister Winchester. Stress is dangerous in his condition," doctor Lafitte‘s words echo through his head.

„Hey, Angel,“ Dean‘s voice is barely above a whisper, but for Cas it is the best sound he has ever heard.

„Hello, Dean.“ He whispers back, hoping this is the miracle he has hoped for. The miracle that would stop the time. Dean's mouth curved into a smile and he caresses his thumb over Cas‘ hand. The gesture, so normal, that Cas can‘t help it and let his smile reach his eyes.

„What happened?“

„What do you remember?“ „I… I was walking down the street with Em. She was laughing about something and then I… I don‘t know.“ Terror overtakes Dean‘s face when he realizes that Emma is nowhere to be seen. „Cas, what happened? Where is Em? Is she okay?“ Dean starts to panic and his heartbeat quickens. "With each beat of his heart the fragments move. Stress is dangerous in his condition."

Castiel jumps into action and takes his husband‘s face in his hands. „Emma is fine.“ He lies and is surprised how easy the lie comes when it means that he gets to have Dean a little while longer. He leans his forehead against Dean‘s and looks him deep into his eyes, pleading that he will believe him. „There was a bomb explosion in the bank you passed on your way home. Emma didn‘t get hurt. But you did. I need you to calm down. Please, for me.“

Castiel doesn‘t know what Dean sees in his eyes, how he can convince him that their baby girl is alive and breathing and not cold and dead in the morgue, but he does and Dean calms down.

„Em is okay?“ He asks hopefully.

„Yeah, she is. She is asleep now, but I talked to her before I came here.“

„That‘s good. You know how scared she gets when we don‘t scare the monsters away.“

„Yeah,“ Cas laughs with tears running down his face. „I know.“

„Hey, what‘s wrong?“ Dean asks concerned and wipes the tears from his husband‘s face.

„Nothing,“ Castiel lies, but his voice betrays him and breaks. He shakes his head and tries again. „Nothing," he swallows past the lump in his throat. "I am just so happy that you are alive. I don‘t know what I would do without you.“ He says and means it.

„Come here,“ Dean taps the spot besides him and Cas lays down, his ear on the good side of his husband‘s chest and he hears the steady and faintly heartbeat of the love of his life. „I am not going anywhere.“ Dean assures him and kisses his head. „Love you too much for that.“

With tears in his eyes Castiel lifts his head and looks into his husband‘s eyes and as he sees the determination in there he can‘t help himself and believe him.

„I‘m glad,“ he touches Dean‘s cheek again and his husband leans into it. „Because I love you, too. So much.“

They kiss softly and full of love and Cas whishes they could have this forever.

They break the kiss and Dean smiles brightly at him. Cas lays down again let‘s himself pretend that they aren‘t in a hospital, let‘s himself pretend that everything is alright. After a while Dean breaks the silence.

„Hey, Cas?“

„Yeah?“

„Happy birthday.“ Dean whispers and takes his last breath.

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Castiel: "With the door looked."