Summary: Sam knew what was going on between his brother and their baby sitter named Castiel. He had seen it before, but it's the first time he felt like this.
Comments: 8/10. Underage warning abound. Sam is 9 and witnesses his 13 year old brother fucking with his 23 year old babysitter. Not much plot but it’s not really that explicit? Sam watches them go at it, and he jerks himself off. Dean doesn’t know but Cas, sees. Heed the tags and proceed with caution, guys.
That fic you love so much but suddenly cannot access it anymore. And the writer's url cannot be found and you don't know who would know...It is just heartbreaking...... :((
Anyone know http://deanandcaswithwords.tumblr.com/post/49160438748/the-babysitters-here what happen to the fic or the writer's tumblr?
"What do you mean you've never been read a bedtime story?!" the incredulous six-year old demanded of the angel in the teenage vessel.
"Dean, I told you," Castiel explained wearily. "Angels are soldiers, we train. There is no time for bedtime stories. And there is also the fact we don't sleep," he added, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah," the young boy replied sheepishly. "Still, bedtime stories are awesome! Right, Sammy?" he turned to his little brother. The two-year old nodded solemnly. "See, Cas?" Dean said, wheeling on the angel.
"There are no bears in the bedroom, Sam," Castiel reassured the child.
"Bears," Sam insisted, turning to Dean for help. The toddler offered the book in his hands to his big brother.
" 'Goldilocks and the Three Bears'," Dean read off the cover. "For your story tonight?" he asked.
Sam nodded. "Cas too!" the little one proclaimed, latching onto the angel's sleeve. The corner of Castiel's mouth twitched into a smile.
"Very well," he agreed, allowing himself to be pulled over to Sam's bed. He hoisted the child onto the mattress before lying down on it himself. Dean climbed on next to him, clutching the book, and Castiel found himself nestled between his two young charges.
Sam quickly arranged himself at an angle where he could observe his brother. "Okay, Sammy?" the elder boy asked.
"Okay, Dean," little Sam Winchester replied, giving his brother a thumbs up. Castiel marveled again at the bond the two children shared.
Dean opened the book and began to read. "Once upon a time, in a house in the woods, lived three bears."
"That doesn't make any sense," Castiel interrupted the storyteller. "Bears don't live in houses. I don't understand."
"Story," Sam sighed with a roll of his eyes. He's been spending too much time with Dean, the angel thought to himself.
"Stories are make-believe, Cas. They aren't real," Dean explained in the patient voice he usually reserved for his little brother. "How about you wait 'til the end, and then I'll explain stuff, 'kay?"
"That sounds fair," Castiel agreed, amused at the boy's reasoning skills. He lost his temper so often, the Castiel was always impressed when he approached something calmly. "So tell me more about these bears in a house in the woods," he implored, wrapping an arm around Sam's shoulders.
"There was Mama Bear, Papa Bear, and Baby Bear," Dean continued. "One day, Mama Bear made porridge for breakfast."
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"And the three bears never saw Goldilocks again." Dean concluded, closing the book. "The End." His eyes flicked instantly to Sam. Castiel looked over to the youngest Winchester and saw the child had fallen asleep on his chest at some point during the reading.
For a moment., the angel just watched him sleep, listening to his steady breathing. Then he turned to Dean. "So what do you think the moral of the story is?" he asked the boy.
"Not to go anywhere unprotected," was his answer, given instantly. "Goldilocks went into the house with no protection. What if the bears ate her?"
The response stunned Castiel. "You think the girl was the victim?"
"Of course she was!" replied Dean. "She was just a little girl and they were bears!"
"What if they weren't? What if they were just a human family who went on a walk and came home to find someone had eaten their food, broken their furniture, and slept in their beds?"
"That's different," the boy insisted.
"Why?" asked the angel.
"The bears could've ate her!" Dean repeated, but he sounded less sure that was the answer.
"They didn't though. They let her go. And any family of bears as civilized as they were probably don't eat humans anyway," Castiel told him.
Dean struggled to understand why Castiel couldn't see the bears as guilty. "Dean," the angel tried to explain himself. "what if someone broke into your house, ruined your things, and fell asleep? Then you, Sam, and your father come home. Your father has a gun, but he does not shoot the intruder as they leave. Is your father a bad person?"
"No!" Dean answered. "The other guy's the one who broke in, and Dad didn't even shoot 'em!" Sam stirred and the boy fell silent.
"But he could have," Castiel said quietly. Dean opened and closed his mouth a few times, but seemed to be, for once, speechless. "Do you know what I think the moral is?"
"What?" his young charge whispered.
Castiel chose his words carefully, knowing the impression they would leave. "Sometimes you need to take a deep breath and really pay attention to make sure the wrong person doesn't get hurt. Monsters are everywhere," he told the boy. "But not always who we think they are."
Dean locked eyes with Castiel and nodded seriously. "I promise to make sure I only hurt the bad guys," he swore to the angel.
Castiel smiled. "That's my brave hero."
Dean grinned back and laid his head on Castiel's shoulder. "Thanks for being my angel, Cas," he murmured as he dropped off to sleep. Soon Castiel's skin warmed with the boy's deep breathing. He'll be a fine hunter some day, the angel thought. And an even better man.
And so Castiel settled back, a Winchester brother on either side, and readied himself for the next day. After all, there was always a new lesson to be taught.
I think it's come to the point where Cas orders a lot of pizza and everyone at Wiener Hut will let Dean do the pizza deliveries because he'll volunteer anyway.
