#parentstiel

She hadn’t been a fan of the motel room when they’d gotten there. He could tell immediately. Dean was usually the ‘if you don’t like it get out’ kind of guy. But not with her. Never with her. He’d almost had the thought to switch, get a better room if it made her happy. 

The sheets rustled on the other side of her and Castiel peered over, looking at Dean. He smiled softly as he watched Dean fawn over their daughter, much like he always did. She was still small, only a year and nine months, and she had Dean wrapped so far around her little finger that when they arrived at the motel the night before, their road trip underway, and Dean sensed that Grace didn’t like the motel room, he offered to get them a nicer one. 

Dean looked over to see Castiel watching him and he smiled. “Morning, angel,” he said softly. 

Castiel’s eyes focused as Dean called him that. He smiled back and reached over, their hands meeting to lace in the middle. “Good morning,” he whispered before he looked down. “She’s still asleep. That’s a first,” he laughed. 

Dean chuckled and looked down as well. “I know. It was so shocking that I had to take a moment,” he informed as he looked back up to blue eyes. “She reminded me of her Papa.”

“Oh?” Castiel lifted an eyebrow. “And how is that?”

Dean grinned. “She looks like an angel when she’s sleeping,” he said. “So beautiful.”

That made Castiel’s cheeks heat up. “That’s funny,” he said. “Because you know as well as I do that she looks just like her Daddy,” he countered. 

Dean chuckled and shook his head, though he didn’t deny it. He knew Castiel was right. Grace looked just like him in so many ways except the dark curls that were coming through. They were loose and looked like someone had put curlers in her hair, but neither of them had done such a thing.

Just then their little girl started to move, wriggling to get up like she was missing out on the day.

Dean grinned and made a happy face. “Good morning, little girl! How did you sleep?” he cooed as she seemed groggy at first before she gave him a big smile and launched herself forward as if it had been ages since she’d seen him. He made a slight sound, hugging her to him. “Well I’m gonna take that as good.”

“Daddy’s girl,” Castiel laughed, moving to get up. “I think that means it’s time to get back on the road.”

Dean looked over. “Say ‘Papa! Where you going?’” he said to Grace as he pulled Castiel back down with a grin, enjoying the surprised noise he got from him. “Say we don’t go anywhere without morning kisses, right?”

Grace nodded seriously. “Right,” she said. 

Castiel laughed. “Yes, how could I forget?” he inquired as he picked Grace up high and only brought her down when she squealed in delight. He kissed her cheeks, smiling as she giggled. “There. Am I free?”

Dean smirked. “Not even close,” he said as he pulled him in for a deep kiss. 

Castiel made a small noise at the kiss, enjoying it as his eyes fluttered closed and he pressed back. With Grace, they didn’t get much time like this anymore. So he knew making moments... even with Grace there, it was important. 

When Castiel pulled away, Dean looked down at him with a smile. “How’s that for a ‘good morning’ kiss?”

Castiel thought of telling him it was one of the best Dean had ever given him. He thought of telling him how amazing it was. Instead... he did what he knew Dean would have done. 

He gave a light smirk and shrugged. “I’ve had better.”

Dean scoffed. “Oh that’s it! Get ‘im, Gracie!” Dean called as they tackled him to the bed. 

Castiel laughed hysterically as Dean’s fingers dug into his sides to tickle him while Grace tried to do the same, her own laughs surrounding them. 

Dean only let up when he knew Castiel couldn’t handle it anymore. He flopped beside him, both of them panting a little, thinking of taking a breather... when Gracie popped up and started jumping on the bed. 

Dean laughed again and looked to Cas. “Ready to start the day?” he asked. 

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.

OMG I DON’T KNOW!! We should totally ask odditiesexpress!!

HANNAH!! HELP US OUT!!!