Real Life Musings: When Shall We Three Meet Again? (Reader meets SPNBB!VerseâŚ.kinda sorta)
(Dean x Reader if you tilt sideways - Sprinkles of Destiel if you stand on your head.)
A/N:  Iâm sorry.  I wasnât going to go here. askspnbbverse (late to the party as the blog is no longer updated) has killed me, I am dead, and also all my teeth fell out because itâs so GOD DAMN ADORABLE. GO LOOK AT IT! Quick background - Cas/Gabe/Balthazar are turned into tiny fledgling toddlers by some witches. Itâs ridiculously ridiculous. Sam/Dean/Bobby are left to care for them while they work on breaking said curse. Cas is literally the cutest thing on the planet during this time. Some fluff, some feels.
Youâve heard the whispers. Who hasnât? Hunters are notorious gossips. So when you find yourself out for a drink with Castiel and Dean, you work up the courage to ask about said rumors. Well, to be technical the courage comes from a little vodka.
âSo.â
Dean slants his eyes. âKid, this better be good. Itâs been a long day. Iâm not here to chat, Iâm just here to drink and forget.â
Cas, bless him, looks a little more encouraging. âI have found that âSoâ is an excellent conversation starter. Go on.â
âSo. I heard a small little rumor. About the two of you.â
Dean groans.  "Nope.  Nope Nope. We share aâŚwhat do you call it, dude?â Â
Cas leans closer. âProfound bond.â
âYes. A profound bond but we ainât-â
âWhoa whoa! Â Calm down. I could care less if you two bump uglies or not. This has to do with you, Cas, two other angels and some witches.â
Dean visibly pales, his freckles standing out. Cas puts down his rocks glass with a clatter. Oh shiiiit. Â You figured theyâd laugh, just deny it. Â Dean looks around frantically. âWho told you? Â Who knows about this?â Â
You squeal, positively delighted. âOh my god so itâs TRUE! Â I canât even believe it. Are there photographs? Please tell me there are. I need to see these adorable baby angels.â
Dean turns to Cas. âWipe her memory immediately.â Â
Cas shakes his head. âI canât do that, Dean. Sheâs our friend.â
âWell then Iâm getting her drunk enough to forget this all happened.â
When you wake up the next morning the details of the previous evening are hazy, muddled by your wicked hangover, but theyâre still there. Dean dodged your barrage of questions all night.  Cas would only tell you that things were âMuch largerâ from that perspective and he really liked his trench coat. Â
Stumbling into the kitchen, Samâs already there making breakfast. He takes one look at you, hair standing in a poof on the side of your head and a gigantic bottle of ibuprofen at your side, and slides a cup of coffee and a stack of pancakes in front of you. Â
âRough night?â
âThe worst. Your brother can really deliver when he gets it in his head to get someone turnt, that dick.â
Sam laughs. âOh jesus. Yep, been there.â Â He clears his throat. âI might have something that will make your hangover slightly better.â
âOh god Sam, if itâs hair of the dog, Iâm not interested. It doesnât work. I just feel worse. I need a greasy tuna melt and fries.â Â
His phone dangles in front of you. âHow about some requested incriminating photos?â
Your head snaps up, hands grabbing desperately for the phone. âOh. My. God. Sam. Please tell me youâre not jerking me around.â Â
He slides into the seat next to you. âDean and Bobby never wanted any pictures taken. Balthazar and Gabriel ganged up to try to break my phone. But I couldnât resist sneaking some shots in. It was literally about as cute and as horrible as you could ever imagine.â
Your finger starts swiping eagerly. Â
Thereâs a sleepy eyed Cas, so tiny and itty bitty your heart seizes for a moment, dragging his trench behind him, thumb jammed in his mouth. His eyes are so huge and frigginâ blue he basically looks like a chibi anime character come to life. Â
âHe has little wings!â you breathe, and Sam rolls his eyes.Â
âThey couldnât fly, so the wings were basically like giant feather dusters, collecting dust and dirt and food. Bath time was a disaster.â
Gabriel and Balthazar, playing catch with Bobby, little trucker hats perched on their heads. They looked like absolute little shits - some things didnât change. Â
All three babies, nested together and napping in a pile of dirty laundry. Youâre absolutely incredulous at the sheer adorable-ness, it makes your chest hurt a little. âHow the hell did you guys get anything accomplished?â
âIt was rough. Dean was the worst.  I donât think he ever put Cas down. Out of everyone, Cas was especiallyâŚâ  Sam pauses, searching for the right word. âSnuggly.â Â
To punctuate, the next photo is Dean asleep on the couch, all three of the angels sleeping with him. Cas is clutched to his chest, Deanâs hands in his feathery black wings. Balthazar and Gabriel on each side. Â
Everythingâs gone a little blurry, and you look away and blink rapidly.  Sam takes the phone back. âThatâs all I could get.â He looks a little wistful.  âAs frustrating as the spell was, it was something awful when they all went back to being dickbag angels.  It was really hard on all of us, but especially for Dean. He and CasâŚ.yeah.â  You sniffle and pretend to be really interested in your coffee cup.Â
âHow you feelinâ today, sunshine?â Â Deanâs robe flaps around his knees as he walks over to the coffee maker. Â You and Sam must be wearing identical expressions as you both snap your gaze up to look at him and he freezes. âWhat the hell is wrong with you guys? Â Someone die or something?â
When youâre up out of the chair and sandwiching him in a crushing hug in 2.2 seconds, he turns to Sam with wide eyes. âSammy what the hell?! Did you do something?âÂ
Sam looks apologetic.  âI uhâŚthere may have been some cursed angel photos.â  He slips back down the hallway, leaving Dean shaking his head. Â
When Sam pokes his head back in a few minutes later youâre still wrapped in Deanâs arms, his hands tangled in your hair.
Later that week Sam catches Dean red handed, stealthily trying to heist his phone. âGive it back, dude. Check the drawer in your bedside table.â
Stuffed in the far reaches of the drawer is a photo, one that you didnât see - little Cas perched on Deanâs shoulders, tiny hands fisted in his hair with a gummy grin. Â
Dean smiles and tucks it behind the photo of Mary, mostly hidden, but he still knows itâs there.Â
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 Later that night, Belle sneacked out of her room to eat and explore the castle. Cogsworth and Lumière started to give Belle a tour, but she slipped away to see the forbidden west wing. ''I wonderwhat he's hiding there,'' she said. When she came to Beast's room, she found the enchanted rose under a bell jar. She was about to touch it's soft petals when the Beast came charging towards her.  Dean stoped his reading when Sam's head come resting against his and a low snoring followed. The hunter's lips twitched and he grinned.
The day had been exhausting. The television had broken down for no reason in the morning, and without the contraption, it was more difficult to have the little angels (more exactly two of them) to behave. And on a rainy afternoon there wasn't much to do. So Dean and Sam had tuck ed the kids with them in the couch for a little nap and it was a success. The hunter was only halfway trough the story and the kids where already fast asleep ⌠Sam inclued. Deanâs smile softened and he chuckled quietly to himself.
Dean ?  Castiel's very quiet and sleepy voice rose, surprising the hunter.
 Sorry Cas, did I wake you ?  he asked, his tone soft as he let his hand run through the angel soft dark locks.
The pint-sized angel brought his trenchcoat(/security blanket) closer to him and snuggled into Dean chest, small hands fisting into his shirt.
 Dean, what happend next ? 
Dean lowered his voice, not needing the same volume as before now that he had just one listener left.
 ''Don't touch that !'' he bellowed. ''I told you not to come here ! Get out !'' Bell ran from the room, down the stairs and out into the freezing night. She leaped onto Phillipe and began to race him through the woods. She would not stay at the castle with the horrible Beast, no matter what she had promised ! 
Castiel closed his eyes as Dean continued to narrate the fairytale. He liked the hunter's voice and for once he was glad that Gabriel had done something he certainly shouldn't have do.
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Written for Supernatural bb!verse which is one of the most adorable things in the history of adorableness. Everyone should check it out, itâs like eating a whole Nutellaâs jar without risking diabetes.
 Title: Gone
Author:misantropagentile
Summary: Dean leaves Bobbyâs for a hunt, and Castiel misses his favorite human way too much.
Authorâs notes: First of all, Iâm Italian so sorry for all the mistakes, I couldnât check everything becauseâŚwell, technically I should be studying for my next week exam and not being here writing unrequired fanfiction about three adorable little angels and the hunters taking care of them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story J
Some days were ok.
Gabriel wonât go around inventing absurd pranks far too articulated for a toddler (even though one who used to be an archangel prior the unfortunate encounter with a crazy witch). Balthazar would behave, deciding not to spend all his time trying to get to Bobbyâs booze. Castiel would sit quiet on the older hunterâs knees, watching carefully as the man went through obscure and ancient texts, not once disturbed by his mischievous brothers.
Some days were ok, but most of them were nightmares.
Specifically, Deanâs nightmares.
He loved kids, sure. Since he was a child himself, Dean Winchester was used to deal with Sam, protecting, raising and nurturing him with a special care defined by a natural inclination, more than the obligation to do it. And, once grown up, the hunter kept this trait, using it every time the occasion presented itself.
But he never imagined to stay stuck in a situation like that, with three mighty angel reduced to nothing more than little winged children.
Also, he didnât imagined to be the only one with the useful abilities to accomplish the task to keep the three kids at bay.
Sure, Sam and Bobby were in the same situation, too, but he was the only one knowing how to coax the children to stay quiet thanks to an animated movie, or convincing them to eat something else other than junk food, or finding new ways to tire them enough to make them sleep for eight hours straight.
So, it was completely rational that when the occasion to leave behind all the mess caused by the winged kids for a few days presented itself, Dean jumped on it with no second thoughts.
It was a ghost, a simple salt and burn just a couple of states away.
He didnât even let Bobby finish his talking, he just said heâll take care of it and rushed on the stairs to his room, eager to pack and get on the road.
Dean was stuffing some clothes in his duffle bag when he heard a little voice coming from the doorframe.
âDean.â
The hunter turned around, finding Castiel, blue eyes wide and pointed on him, who probably followed him upstairs just few minutes before.
âHey, kiddo.â he greeted, getting back on his task.
âWhere are we going?â the little angel asked, tightening the grip of his chubby hands on the worn fabric of his trench coat.
Dean stopped his movements, turning again to face the toddler âUh, we arenât going anywhere.â
âThen why are you packing?â Castiel retorted, tilting his head on the side.
âBecause I have to go away. Just for few days.â added hurriedly, with a second thought that maybe the child could had start crying with such answer.
âAre we leaving Bobbyâs?- Cas asked again, a little frown creasing his soft features- I like it here.â
Dean sighed heavily âWe are not leaving, Castiel. Just me.â
The little voice cracked a bit while posing the next question âAre you going to leave us?â
âIâm not be gone long.- the hunter explained, his tone soft- Just a couple of days.â
Castiel seemed to consider those words âCan I come with you?â
âNo, buddy. Itâs a grown-ups thing.â
âI am an angel of the Lord, Dean.â the winged child declared, with a seriousness in his voice too strong to belong to someone whose height didnât permit him to sit on a chair without first climbing on it.
âYeah, sure.- Dean huffed a laugh, before ruffling the kidâs hair- Maybe next time, ok?â
Castiel didnât argued more about his departure.
His brothers, on the contrary, were being much less collaborative.
It took them a lot of coaxing and using the distracting technique of putting on a Disney movie in order for them to leave Dean alone.
The younger angel, anyway, didnât follow them.
He just stayed next to the door, dirty trench coat hanging from his hands like a security blanket.
He didnât speak. He just stared at the older Winchester with wide and oh-so-sad eyes.
âYouâll be fine, Castiel.- Dean assured him again- Thereâre Sam and Bobby, theyâll take care of you.â
As if proving this point, Sam lifted the child, placing him on his hip and posing a reassuring hand on his little back.
Even if the physical contact with the younger Winchester seemed appreciated by the angel, his face still had the expression of a kicked puppy.
Dean sighed heavily for the umpteen time that morning, then placed a hand on Casâ dark hair âLook, when Iâll be back, we are going to eat burgers.â
The kid stared at him hopefully âReally?â
âReally.- the hunter smiled at him- Now be a good boy and let me leave. Iâll be back in no time, youâre not even going to miss me.â
 Castiel waited.
He waited curled near the door, crayons sprayed on the floor and a notebook with colored pages in his hands. Â
For the whole day, he refused to go and play with his brothers. He just sit there, busying himself drawing Enochian sigils on the empty pages of his notebook while waiting for his favorite personâs return.
For Bobby and Sam was easy forgetting about him, way too busy running after Gabriel and Balthazar, trying to prevent some of their tremendous messes. The usual quiet Castiel, gone even quieter since Deanâs departure, was left alone all day, except for the occasional check of the passing hunters, praising him by ruffling his hair for being the only one sane in that house. Â
It was only during dinner, while Sam was scolding Gabriel for eating like a starved animal, that Bobby noticed something was off with the younger angel.
âWhy donât ya eat, boy?â he asked, eyeing the untouched food in his plate.
Castiel continued playing absent-mindedly with his paper napkin âDean promised me we are going to eat burgers when heâll come back. I rather wait for him.â
Sam stopped his battle against the little trickster hearing that âCas, Dean isnât going to be back tonight.â
The dark haired angel frowned âIf heâll be back during my bed time than Iâm going to wait for him.â
âIâm sorry Cas, but heâs not coming back today.- the younger Winchester gave him a sympathetic smile- This case is going to take a couple of days, maybe something more.â
âHeâs not coming back?â asked the boy, eyes wide and fearful.
Sam regretted immediately his choice of words âHe is! Just, not today.â
âBut he promised!- Castiel protested, highly alarmed, wings flapping uncontrollably behind his back- He promised me!â
Bobby stood up and took the little angel in his arms, attempting to calm him.
âIs Dean really gone forever?â asked Balthazar, his tone matching his brotherâs.
Gabriel looked back and forth the two hunters, equally upset âDid he abandon us?â
Bobby sighed, before heading for the door, still with an agitated Castiel in his arms âYou deal with them, Iâll try to calm down this idjit.â
It took more than half an hour to Bobby for calm Castiel down, but it drained him so much that the old hunter refused to help preparing the angels for the night.
When Gabriel and Balthazar were ready, waiting for the bed time while watching a Pixar movie, Sam thought about talking again to Castiel about his little tantrum.
The younger Winchester approached him again on the subject while bathing him.
âHey Cas?â
Wide blue eyes stared back at him, wary.
âYou know Dean is going to be back, donât you?â
The little boy didnât answer, just kept watching the man while he passed a soft soaped sponge over his milky skin.
âHe just needed a break, you know?- Sam kept explaining, voice soft- Sometimes everyone needs some time for themselves, to clear his thoughts and stuff.â
âWhy did Dean need time alone?- Castiel asked, voice small while he played with some bubbles in the bathtub- Donât he like to stay with us?â
Sam rinsed his soaped hair âOf course he does. He just missed the job.â
âHe didnât want me with himâ the angel mumbled, a little sad.
âYou know you guys canât do what you did before, now.- the hunter caressed the child head affectionately-Â He just wanted for you to stay safe.â
Castiel didnât answer, and Sam took him out of the bathtub and started drying him with a washcloth âLook, I swear Dean is coming back soon. Tomorrow weâll try to call him and heâll tell you himself. How does it sound?â
The angel blinked his incredibly blue eyes at him, the closed he was gonna get to a positive answer.
Sam took it, hoping his brother would be back sooner rather than later.
 They never touched that subject again.
The next day Castiel seemed calmer, meaning he was his usual quiet self, even though he kept doing his activity near the door, waiting.
Bobby and Sam checked on him often, worried about his reaction the previous day, but although the little angel seemed more contemplative than usual, they shrugged it off, that behavior obviously connected with him missing Dean.
As promised, Sam tried to call his brother, multiple times, with no success. His calls were going straight to voicemail. The younger Winchester wasnât too worried about that, what worried him, however, was the way the dark haired angel would face that information.
Contrary to his and Bobbyâs believes, Castiel seemed to take the fact that he couldnât speak with Dean on the phone quite well: he just nodded curtly towards them and then went back to his crayons.
âHe took it better than I expected.â Bobby commented, grabbing Balthazar by the waist in order to remove him from the counter where he climbed in one of his âstealing boozeâ attempts.
Sam nodded slowly âYeah. I guess the little talk we had yesterday was enough to reassure him.â
All in all the âsecond day without Deanâ was going quite well.
That was, until the âsecond night without Deanâ came and with it came its craziness.
That night Sam woke up, after just a couple of hours of sleep, to a weight on his belly and when he jumped up, hunterâs instincts on high alert, he found his arms full of Gabriel.
âGabriel?- he asked, worried by the tears rolling down the usually cocky childâs cheek- Whatâs wrong?â
âC-castiel isâŚis missing!â the little archangel cried, hands fisted in his t-shirt.
If Sam was on alert before, after that statement was undoubtedly concerned âWhat do you mean? He was sleeping in your nest with you and Balth. I saw him sleeping.â
Gabriel sniffed noisily âHeâs not here anymore. We searched, Sam, heâs not in the house.â
As for confirming that it was not one the kidsâ usual pranks, Bobby stepped in the room carrying an equally anxious Balthazar. The older hunter probably had the same wake up call as Sam.
The two men looked at each other, eyes mirroring the same fear, and then began to plan their moves.
 The hunt was easy.
A simple salt-and-burn, just what he expected.
What was not easy, even if it was the main reason he left Bobbyâs, was staying away from the kids.
Dean never expected to actually miss all that mess, the shouts and the noises, but he did. He missed Balthazar creative plans to get to Bobbyâs booze and even Gabriel unrestrained exuberance.
But, most of all, he missed Castiel and how the angel, even if small and vulnerable, always seemed to try to take care of all of them.
Even if heâll never admit it, especially to Sam, he was glad to be on his way to the thing in his life most resembling a home.
Dean was already with the Impalaâs wheel in his hands, when he turned on his cellphone, newly provided with a new battery, after the previous one decided to stop working just when he arrived in the town of the hunt.
The hunter frowned, reading the messages on the screen, and then dialed his brotherâs number âDude, whatâs going on? I found, like, seventeen missed call from you on my cellphone. My battery died, I had to change it and...â
Sam didnât let him finish âDean, Cas is missing.â
âWhat do you mean Cas is missing?â Dean asked, straightening himself on the driving seat.
âI mean is missing.- Sam repeated slowly, voice full of concern- We searched everywhere, we canât find him.â
The older Winchester took a deep breath, trying to not freak out âMaybe is one of Gabe and Balthâs pranks. You know them and you know Cas, maybe they convinced him to participate in this andâŚâ
âNo.- the other hunter cut him off immediately- Theyâre way too worried for that, Dean. Theyâre actually crying thinking something bad could had happened to him.â
âLook, Iâll be there in a couple of hours. Where are you searching for him?â Dean asked, feeling his anxiety starting to swell up.
âLiterally everywhere. Iâm looking in whole Bobbyâs propriety now, you know all the bunch of crap he keeps, maybe heâs hidden somewhere here. Iâm also going through the nearby fields. I donât think he ventured in the city, or by now weâve heard about a winged kid found there.â
Dean gazed in the darkening street âItâs getting cold outside. Please, tell me he has a jacket.â
âNo. Heâs also barefoot, thatâs way Iâm so worried: you know they donât have any of their angel mojo, he could get sick orâŚâ Sam couldnât finish the sentence.
âWeâll think about it when weâll find him.- the older brother couldnât let himself thinking to the worse- You keep searching, Iâll be there in no time.â
âHurry. Bobby has to stay with Gabe and Balth and I definitely need some help here.â
 It was morning when Dean was back at Sioux Falls and, by then, Castiel was missing for more than seven hours.
Dean was welcomed home by a concerned Bobby and two crying angels. The older hunter pointed him in the direction where Sam was searching and the older Winchester left the house immediately, starting his own quest.
He knew those places by heart, memories of all the time he spent there with his brothers when they were kids, and he was well aware of all the possible threats hiding there for a little boy unused to the world.
What if Cas ventured towards the road and an inattentive driver hit him, shrugging the whole fact off when, seeing his black wings, mistanken him with a too big sparrow?
What if a demon found him? What kind of awful thing could thought a demon with a baby angel for himself?
Dean shook his head, trying to erase those terrible scenarios, focusing himself in finding Cas, possibly safe and sound, maybe chasing after a honeybee.
He remembered the pond where Sam almost drowned when he was six the same time he saw its outline in the morning fog, and it was enough to add another wave of panic to the one he was already living.
What if Cas fell in there? Was he able to swim and get out? Or the weight of his wet wings had him sinking, alone and desperate, in the cold water?
Dean hurried, every possible scenario way too terrible to think of, and then was when he saw a tan trench coat with the corner of his eyes.
The object was way too familiar to be mistaken.
âCas!â he called, while picking up the kidâ security blanket, for the umpteen time since he started his search.
He didnât expect an answer, but he got it anyway.
A weak voice reached him from not too far.
âDean?â
The older Winchester halted on the spot âCas?â
âDean?â the voice called again, small and alive.
Dean found himself running towards him, trench coat still firmly in his hand, till he finally âfinally!- found a trembling and pale little angel tucked against the trunk of a tree.
âCas.â the hunter exhaled, voice full of relief, while he knelt near the winged child in order to check him over.
âGod, youâre freezing.â Dean whispered, shrugging his jacket off his shoulder and placing it gently around the kidâs little frame.
He took him up, his grip strong as if he was afraid the angel could disappear again.
âWhat the hell were you thinking, Cas?- Dean scolded him- Going around by yourself in the middle of the night! We were going crazy looking for you.â
Castiel didnât answer, blue eyes locked downward and fingers tight around the torn fabric of his newly found trench coat.
âDid you hear me?- the hunter asked again- Why did you do that?â
The angel mumbled under his breath âI was trying to find you.â
âTrying to find me?- the older Wincheder repeated, incredulous- I wasnât missing, Cas, I was on a hunt!â
âBut you were gone.â Castiel pointed out, his voice meek.
Dean rolled his eyes, irritated âFor Godâsake, Cas, it was just an hunt, I was coming back, I told you!â
The boyâs bottom lip started quivering at his harsh tone âI-IâŚI didnât know. What ifâŚWhat if itâll be like when Father left?â
The hunter stopped walking, eyes fixed on the child âCasâŚâ
âHe didnât even tell us.- the angel breathed, his tone heartbreaking- He justâŚleft. Wasnât I a good child? Did I behave wrong? Why would He left me without a word, Dean? Why?â
So that was it, Dean thought. Â He left alone an angel who was already been abandoned by God and him, just a little kid without mojo, panicked.
âI donât know.- Dean whispered, stroking softly his dark hair- Iâm sorry, buddy.â
Castiel took a deep breath trying, unsuccessfully, to calm himself and his trembling voice âI-I just thought that maybeâŚthe first I started searching for you, the first Iâll have found youâŚ- he explained, burying his face in the hunterâs strong chest- Not like with HimâŚI-IâŚâ
Dean hushed him, still caressing his head âItâs ok, Cas. Iâm not gonna leave anymore. Iâm not gonna leave you.â he promised, heading back to Bobbyâs with his precious charge.
 When they were back everyone was so happy it looked like Christmasâ morning. Sam was so relived and hugged Cas so tight that Dean had to take the angel out from his grip. Gabriel and Balthazar were finally calm, they both took one of their brotherâs hands in theirs and started whispering Enochian and soothing words in his ears. Even Bobby, usually not so prone to physical contact, kept stroking the littleâs angel soft hair.
Soon enough, anyway, everything was back to normal.
The two angels, drained from the recent events, were back to their nest and taking a nap, Bobby was at his desk, reading who-knows-what, and Sam was simply enjoying the unusual peace sitting on an armchair and surfing on his laptop.
Dean was slumped on the couch, Castiel cuddled on his chest, surely not quite ready yet to leave the hunter.
âDonât ya wanna sleep?â the older Winchester asked him, when he saw the winged child yawning cavernously.
Cas shook his head slowly, obviously tired âNo.â
Dean couldnât hold back a little chuckle âOk. Weâll just stay up and awake, ok buddy?â
âUh-uh.â the angel agreed, fisting his hand on the hunterâs shirt. Â
And Dean, still smiling, started singing the only lullaby he had ever known.
âHey Jude, donât make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it betterâŚ.â
My AO3 page was missing three of my fanfics! Â Updated them! Â
The Angel on the Tree - FLUFF -Â Bobby decides that the house needs a little something extra to get them through the holidays. Of course, the pagan god in Gabriel approves of his choices. Part of the SPN BB!Verse. Totally cute baby Angel fluff!!
Splish! Splash! - FLUFF -Â Part of the SPN BB!Verse. I can't believe I fic'd this. Anyway, another day in the life of living with three tiny cursed angels. Total fluff and heavy on the cavity inducing cute.
Dean Likes Brunettes - PORN -Â Dean comes back to the motel room after dropping Sam off to do some research to find Castiel doing his own research involving pornography (Casa Erotica!). Then Dean finds out what ELSE Castiel has been watching when Dean thinks he's alone in his thoughts. The whole thing is... very complex.