After the death of his wife a few years ago, Dean is left together with Emma and the massive beehive his wife has on the ranch he owns. Dean has taken over the beekeeping duties together with all the other duties he has on the ranch.
Castiel is newly divorced and decide to pack up and move with his son Jack. He found a small cozy cottage in a small town in Kansas. He's still trying to find his way into the community who all seem to have been talking about him and Jack. He tries to blend in as good as he can.
Every week Dean has a little stand on the farmers market. There he sells the honey from the beehive. He also promotes the horseriding lessons the ranch has to offer. On one of the weekends he sees a new face, being at the farmers market every week he knows everyone in town. The new face is currently a hot topic, or so it looks like how the neighbouring stand is talking about him.
The baby blues this man have mesmerised Dean the moment the new guy comes to his stand to buy honey. They end up having a small talk and Dean is very intrigued. Every week he hopes to see those baby blues again in the sea of people. Until one day they show up on the ranch, with a boy in tow that's around the same age as his own daughter.
Each week Jack will be taking riding lessons and Castiel can't seem to keep his eyes of the handsome green eyed owner of the ranch. After every lesson Castiel finds a way to linger a bit longer and hopes to talk some more with the owner.
We were robbed of Castiel & Claire content in the show, so I fixed it:
28/05/16
Castiel [13:30]: Hello Claire. Apologies for the gap in communication. For the last six months, I was possessed by Lucifer, so if you did pray to me in that time, I would not have been able to hear you. Dean gave me your number, I hope that is okay. Sincerely Castiel.
Claire [13:58]: 💀
Claire [13:58]: wtf
Claire [14:00]: you can get possessed? Sounds like too many Angels stuffed into a clown car
Claire [14:04]: ugh, actually gross, ignore that
Catiel [16:17]: My apologies. I can see how knowing Lucifer possessed your father's vessel might be a 'sore topic.' At the time, I believed it was the only way to prevent the destruction of all of reality but have since been informed it was a 'bone headed self sacrifial move.' The topic is still up for debate, but it will not happen again. I hope you have been well. Sincerely, Castiel
Claire [16:18]: 🙄🤦🏼♀️
Castiel [18:32]: How are you making the pictures?
Claire [18:33]: dude, idk what phone u have its different for everyone
03/06/16
Castiel [16:20]: Apologise for the delay, Sam was kidnapped, so I could not ask about the pictures until now. Sam has now shown me where to find them. 🙋🏼♂️ I am waving. 😐 This is my expression as I look at the choice of pictures and wonder why they were selected. What is the benefit of this image? 😶🌫️ Most humans will never find themselves among clouds.
Claire [16:33]: what is happening rn?
Castiel [19:43]: 😐 "rn"
Claire [19:43]: fuck
Claire [19:44]: right now = rn 🙄
Claire [19:45]: although I should say 3 hours ago now actually
Catiel [21:52]: I see. I am messaging you, and that is strange. I apologise for overstepping, I just wanted to let you know I am back if you need me. All the best, Claire. 😐
04/06/25
Claire [3:21]: uuuuuuuuugh damn it
Claire [3:22]: you can text me it's fine whatever
Claire [3:24]: just weird u asking me about emojis
Claire [3:57]: looking forward to your reply in 4 days freak
08/06/25
Castiel [12:00]: I waited four days, but now I am unsure if I'm supposed to continue the previous conversation or start a new one 😐
Claire [12:23]: you didn't have to wait four days idiot I was making fun of u 😮💨
Castiel [16:09]: 😐 I know.
Claire [16:14]: ...
Claire [16:16]: 😲 omg u shit
Claire [16:17]: also I'm 100% confident ur using that emoji wrong, wasn't sure before but damn
Castiel [22:42]: No I believe I understand the concept. The pictures are supposed to be emblematic of my facial expressions, correct? 😐 is the facial expression I pull in most instances. I feel this one may be applicable at some point, 🫤 but I have yet to find use for it yet.
09/06/25
Claire [01:10]: ehhhh kind of but not really
Claire [01:12]: it's meant to be representative of your emotions more than just like what ur face is doing. It's to communicate what's going on in ur head not so much on your face. Otherwise I would only ever use "😡😤😠🥱"
Claire [01:13]: anyway if that's what ur doing u should be using this one like way more 🥺 cause that's ur face like 80% of the time btw
Castiel [01:16]: oh.
Castiel [01:18]: That does make sense 🤔🙂↕️😅
Claire [01:20]: jesus fuck he speaks
Claire [01:22]: buck wild to get an immediate response from u
Claire [01:24]: at 1 am.
Castiel [01:27]: Dean fell asleep 🤫👀😴
Claire [01:28]: 😧
Claire [01:28]: !?!?!??! Sorry fucking what
Castiel [01:35]: He has me watching that God awful cowboy movie he likes again 🤠🙄🥱 and he fell asleep halfway through. This happens more often than it does not. I have been playing candy crush in the meantime 😄 I am on level 289 and I am starting to consider the possibility that there is no conclusive 'end' to candy crush.
Claire [01:38]: oh
Claire [01:39]: Okay whatever
Claire [01:40]: wait why r u still in the room with him then? 👀 sus behaviour ngl
Castiel [01:42]: I believe this is a topic I am not supposed to talk about. 🤨😬☹️
Claire [01:43]: omg is this gay or not gay, wtf is going on right now?! If it's gay just say that and tell me LITERALLY nothing else. Otherwise what the hell is happening
Castiel [01:47]: ... 😳😑
Castiel [01:47]: I may be somewhat trapped.
Castiel [01:50]: If I try to leave due to our current positioning, I think it is likely that Dean will wake up.
Castiel [01:52]: and based on previous experience of him waking up like this, it is most certainly "not gay." 😓😔
Claire [01:55]: damn
Claire [01:56]: sorry Castiel that sucks
Castiel [01:57]: Yes. But it's okay.
Claire [01:59]: I guess I just thought you know
Claire [01:59]: Angel
Claire [01:59]: not so much with the... you know what I mean
Castiel [02:03]: Most Angels do not experience feelings in the same way as humans do. But I am not like most Angels 😓 I have always been somewhat different from my siblings, but in recent years, I have become startlingly well acquainted with the full spectrum of human emotion. I have mixed feelings about this. As with most things, now that I think about it. 🫤
Claire [02:05]: no I didn't mean feelings and shit. I know u have feelings u big sap
Claire [02:06]: I meant the other thing
Castiel [02:07]: ... (they don't have an emoji for tipping my head to the side and looking confused. Please picture that emoji) ?
Claire [02:08]: you're a doof
Claire [02:12]: I mean the gay thing.
Claire [02:16]: I don't know, heaven being real has always been a mind fuck and trying to figure our what shit I learned as a kid is real and what's not real is kind of a mine feild. Lucifer is real, hell is real, so... like what is it all real or is most if it still bullshit? and I'm sat here like do I even wanna know or should I keep that door locked up and throw away the key, you know? Why poke the bear? But yeah maybe I should just ask like, the literal Angel I have on speed dial like, "hey do all gays go to hell?" And if so what the fuck man
Claire [02:28]: ugh fuck forget I sent that. I'm going to bed.
Castiel [02:29]: I'm sorry for the delay, Dean moved, and I was able to leave the room.
Castiel [02:30]: And, I'm uncertain I'm understanding your message correctly, so I was trying to think of the correct response.
Claire [02:32]: don't give a shit about correct. Are you gay?
Castiel [02:40]: Human concepts of sexuality don't really apply to me because I am not a man. No Angels have any one specific gender or sex. But equally, I am not a human. I'm not even really a corporial being in the strictest sense. And yet, I have to navigate the world as a human. I use hands to hold my blade; to open doors. Without my wings, I must walk from place to place. And when people see me, even people who know the truth about what I am, they see a human being, and they can not really understand what I am outside of that. There is no other way for me to be in this world, not without me existsing in my true form on a different plane of reality or burning out everyones eyes. So, I suppose, in a sense, I am human. And in an equal sense, I am a man.
Castiel [02:42]: Which is a long-winded way of saying, yes. I am gay.
Castiel [02:56]: Claire, are you still there?
Claire [03:05]: me too.
Castiel [30:07]: Okay.
Castiel [03:08]: Heaven doesn't care about sexuality. I realise my previous messages may not have made that obvious.
Claire [03:10]: k
Claire [03:12]: fuck
Castiel [03:15]: Claire 😟 are you alright? I realise it is very late, I am sorry for keeping you awake.
Claire [03:16]: no its fine
Claire [03:16]: I'm fine
Claire [03:17]: shit yeah I should go to bed actually, but uh, I'm heading out on a hunt tomorrow in Ohio. Girl says she's been having dreams about flowers that turn into reality, three kids missing, weather's acting freaky. Was gonna hit it solo but might be above my pay grade
Castiel [03:18]: Do you need me to inform Sam and Dean? I am sure they will be able to help.
Castiel [03:32]: Actually, now that I think about it, they may be preoccupied. Perhaps I could come instead? Although, I don't know if I'll be much help.
Claire [03:33]: u busy
Castiel [03:34]: No.
Claire [03:35]: cool
Claire [03:35]: Hill Grove, Ohio, meet me at the pinewood motel, you can get there in two days?
Castiel [03:36]: I can set off now. I don't sleep.
Claire [03:37]: not gonna wait to tell the lumberjacks where ur going?
Castiel [03:37]: No need. They likely won't notice I've left. See you soon, Claire, please get some sleep. 😴😴😴
I miss the days of posting like whole logs from omegle rps and I really had fun with this one, so I’m posting it here. It’s Destiel with Jack as their son who is suffering from a migraine.
Your common tags are destiel and deancas
A roleplayer: [human AU! Jack and Claire are their teenage children. Also open to playing Cas if you prefer!] Hey Cas? We have a situation over here. DW
roleplayer: Is everything alright with the kids? -CN
A roleplayer: Well, Claire is doing okay. DW
Jack isn’t feeling too hot. Been complaining about his head. DW
roleplayer: Do we need to bring him to the doctors? -CN
Is there any ibuprofen for him at home? -CN
A roleplayer: I gave him some ibuprofen this morning at breakfast when he first mentioned it. DW
Doesn’t seem to have helped. DW
roleplayer: Is there anything else he mentioned? -CN Besides a headache? -CN
A roleplayer: Yeah. I guess I just didn’t want to worry you too much by starting with this. DW
So he’s kind of shaking and he keeps saying he’s seeing weird stuff? Like dots of light. Sammy used to see shit like that with his migraines. DW
He also didn’t keep breakfast down, unfortunately. DW
roleplayer: Weird stuff? Like what? -CN
Have you off the lights and closed all the curtains? -CN
It might be a migraine. -CN
Our poor baby, get him as ice pack and settle him down in bed. -CN
I’ll be home as soon as possible. -CN
A roleplayer: He’s in his bed already. I shut the curtains but he was still complaining about the light coming through the cracks so I put a piece of cardboard up there too and that seemed to help. DW
He’s got an ice pack and some water and a coke for the caffeine. DW
He said his head has been hurting for a few days just not this bad. I’ve never seen him so miserable, Cas. DW
roleplayer: A few days? -CN
God, why didn’t he say anything. -CN
Dean, I’ll meet you guys at the hospital. I want him checked out. -CN
Get him to wear sunglasses or an eye mask if his head hurts real bad. -CN
A roleplayer: I asked him that too and he said it was because he had something at school he didn’t want to miss and he knew we’d make him stay home. DW I’m packing him in the car now. Don’t worry, he’s already been transformed into Mr. Cool Guy. DW Is it cool to leave Claire home? She really does not want to go. DW
roleplayer: I guess it’s fine if she doesn’t want to go. -CN
She’s old enough to stay at home. -CN
I’ll meet the both of you there. -CN
A roleplayer: That’s what I thought but wanted to consult before just making my own call. DW Great. One on Kennedy Ave? DW
roleplayer: Yeah, I’ll see you there. -CN
I hope it’s nothing bad. -CN
What could have been so important in school that he had to suffer a migraine? -CN
A roleplayer: I don’t know if it registered as a migraine at the time. He said it wasn’t this unbearable until today. DW
I think he wanted to see a friend in the school play, it sounds like. DW
A roleplayer: He’s gonna be okay, Cas. DW
roleplayer: That’s really sweet of him. -CN
I just got into my car, I’ll see you guys soon. -CN
A roleplayer: I thought so too. We’ve got good kids. DW
Drive safe, see you soon. DW
roleplayer: I love you. -CN
When Castiel arrived at the hospital, he parked his car right beside Baby and got out as quickly as possible. He then entered the hospital scanning the room for his husband and son, when he finally found them, he rushed up to them. “Have he seen the doctor yet?” He asked sitting beside Jack running his fingers through their son’s hair gently.
A roleplayer: (BRB sorry!)
roleplayer: (It’s okie!)
A roleplayer: Dean and Jack had only been in the waiting room for about fifteen minutes—just enough time for Jack to curl up miserably in one of the chairs, a bright pink ice pack from home pressed to his forehead. When he saw his other father, he leaned into the touch and made a face. He had sunglasses on and was shaking a little bit. “Papa,” he said before he dropped his head and tried to shield his eyes from the bright lights of the waiting room.
“Nothing yet. We just got here not too long ago, so it might be a minute before they take us back,” Dean said, suddenly wondering if they should have gone to a less busy hospital.
roleplayer: Castiel nod slowly as he pulled Jack close pressing the boy’s face gently against his chest shielding his eyes from the lights at the hospital. “If the wait is too long, I think we might need to take him to urgent care.”
A roleplayer: Jack pressed his face into his father’s chest. He pulled the edge of his jacket over so that it blocked any of the light out. When he was in relative darkness and sufficiently hidden from the rest of the waiting room, he began to sob.
Dean rubbed his son’s back, frowning. “I think urgent care isn’t a bad idea, but he seemed to respond better to the IV meds than the shot. Remember, the shot didn’t really do much for him last time. I mean, took it away for a few hours I guess.”
roleplayer: Castiel nod slowly, “I remember.” He said as he gently pat his son’s head to comfort the boy. “We should wait then.” He told his husband. “I don’t want him to get a shot and get a migraine again after a few hours.” He added.
As the trio waited, Castiel continued to stroke his son’s back gently whispering gently on how everything will be alright.
A roleplayer: Dean nodded, looking worriedly at his son. He felt helpless and frustrated, remembering a very similar feeling when Sam was going through his migraines. “Especially because the shot seemed to be kind of rough and just made him sleep.”
Jack let himself be comforted. Eventually the sobs softened and then stopped altogether for a while. It was questionable as to whether or not he was asleep. The line in the waiting room was long and slow moving.
roleplayer: Castiel nod, “Exactly, maybe the doctors can tell us what’s wrong.” He whispered being mindful of his voice. He looked down at Jack as he continued to stroke the boy’s back gently. “Just try and sleep.” He told the boy as they continued to wait.
A roleplayer: Jack nodded, and he did try to relax. The dark created from his father’s jacket was comforting and he must have lost consciousness for a while. Upon waking again, Jack let out a sharp cry, clutching his head and rocking back and forth.
Dean seemed a little worried now, leaning over and rubbing his back. “Bud?” He asked, voice holding an edge of anxiety as it appeared Jack was in too much pain to do anything but groan. “You doin’ okay, kid?”
roleplayer: Castiel looked worried as he could do nothing but rub Jack’s back, “Jacky?” He whispered anxiously as the boy continued to groan.
He looked up when they finally heard Jack’s name, “It’s going to be alright.” He whispered to the boy and stood up first so that he could carry their son to the room they were directed to.
A roleplayer: Dean exchanged a worried glance with Castiel, watching as Jack let out a pained noise at the way the the shifting around brought light into his vision. Even with the sunglasses on, it didn’t seem to do much. Jack shook his head when expected to stand, teeth chattering as he hugged himself.
“You got him or you need me to?” Dean asked, standing too and gathering their items.
roleplayer: “I got him.” He said as he took off his trench coat and wrapped it around Jack, “Papa’s going to carry you, alright?” He asked as he crouched down in front of Jack. “Hide your face in my neck, Jacky.” He said as he piggybacked his son.
A roleplayer: Jack listened obediently, pressing his face in his father’s neck and seemingly starting to relax when the cool darkness of the trench coat returned. He felt in too much pain to form words, but clung to to his father best he could.
Dean went on ahead, following the nurse and opening doors, Jack’s bag in his arms. “You’re doing so good,” he said to both of them.
roleplayer: Castiel held him tightly as he entered the room with Jack, “The doctor will see you soon.” He whispered to Jack as he went to set Jack down onto the chair as he adjusted the trench coat so that it’ll block out the lights from hurting their son’s head.
A roleplayer: Dean watched uneasily from his son to his husband, nodding to the bed. “Think he might be more comfy there?” He asked. He asked the nurse to turn out the lights and she did, but even the off setting left one on.
roleplayer: “You’re right.” He said as he gently lifted Jack up again and guided the boy to the bed and laid Jack down, “You’re going to be okay.” He whispered gently.
A roleplayer: Dean helped to settle Jack into the bed, getting him covered by the warm blanket that the nurse gave them. It seemed to ease his shaking a touch. They kept the trench coat over his head to block out the light, and this seemed to really help. Dean looked at Cas, exchanging a worried look. Jack had always kind of complained about his head hurting, it had never been something like this. He was a little startled when he heard Jack whimper, “Dad?” from under the coat.
roleplayer: Castiel looked at Dean anxiously as he held onto Dean’s hand tightly, suddenly startled when Jack called out for them, “Yes, Jacky? We’re here.” He whispered as the both of them turned their attention back to their son.
A roleplayer: Jack had begun to cry again, sounding small and frightened and most of all in pain. His voice was tight with it. “I don’t really feel very good.”
And as if this was not his first rodeo (and it very certainly was not), Dean hopped up and grabbed one of the bag from the holder on the wall, shook it out, and placed it in Jack’s hands. “There you go, kid. You’re okay. Their going to come back and give you something to help out, okay?”
roleplayer: (Hey, it’s getting late where I am. And I gotta head to bed soon! This was really fun! Have a good day/night!)
