#daddydeancasmonday

[rosegoldrebels-archive]

YES THANK U THANK GOD BLESS U I LOVE YOU DADSTIEL MONDAYS IS BETTER THAN CHRISTMAS

I’M SORRY I HARDLY EVERY DO THEM ANYMORE. I WISH THERE WERE A BIGGER VARIETY OF STUFF FOR ME TO REBLOG. I have a hard time finding enough variety. 

I’m always on the look out though! :D

[whiskeyandplaid]

Happy Daddy!DeanCas Monday (part two)

Since I got such a good response with the first set, here’s part two of last week’s post for Daddy!DeanCas Monday. Just a reminder; these are all spots taken from a RP I did with notyourmartyr​ , where Cas, having eased Dean’s nightmare, is able to share his dream since they’re still linked by the Angel’s Grace.

 Part 1 [x]

 Dean giving a quick, harmless smack behind John’s head; he called Mary-Jo a show-off because she helped clear the table. Sibling rivalry transcends dreams, apparently.

John immediately stopping because he knows he might not get any of the pie Papa made if he keeps going.

John having trouble pronouncing “Cream” when asking for toppings for his piece of pie. He says “Li’l ceam, li’l honey.”

Dean making him go over the enunciation by repeating nice and slow, even growling the “Rrr” sound.

Dean pouting because Cas didn’t want any cream on his piece of pie. Even if he knows Cas isn’t aware that, in the recurring dream, he made the whipped cream himself and that the honey is from the bees Cas keeps in the garden.

Mary-Jo calling Dean out on telling Cas that he’s fine, even if he isn’t, telling her daddy that they aren’t supposed to be keeping secrets.

Cas and Mary-Jo conspiring in enochian, just to tease Dean a little. Even if in the end, Cas puts a generous amount of cream on his pie. And it’s delicious

Dean and Mary-Jo staying in the kitchen to do the dishes, talking about practicing her swordsmanship with boffers since Aunt Charlie is visiting tomorrow. After all, like Dean said, she can’t be the Queen’s lady in waiting if she can’t protect her.

Cas going upstairs to start running a bath, followed by his son. His little shadow.

John telling Cas he needs to show him something and taking his papa to a secret room, hand sticky from dessert grabbing at his father’s. The room is a nursery, walls half painted, crib resting against the wall; there’s still work to be done on it. Dean had mentioned that sometimes, there was a third child in his dream.

Cas painting his hand blue and pressing it with the other handprints on the wall in the corner of the nursery. Two greens, one small, one big, and one purple.

John trying to touch the wet paint off the wall - of course. Cas having to coax him not to with promise that Uncle Sammy and Aunt Charlie are gonna put theirs tomorrow.

John whining and pleading because he can’t unbuckle his denim jumper by himself. Papa Cas coming to the rescue and helping him out before bathing him.

Cas helping John with his bath. Playing with toys and bubbles, the child fluently speaking Enochian, French, Latin and English, babbling something about robots. But frankly, Cas doesn’t understand much of it, even if he knows those four languages.

Cas having to make his son sit down in the tub every minute or two because the kid will not stay still for the life of him, always climbing up to his knees or feet.

Cas being extra careful while rinsing shampoo out of John’s hair.

John attempting a low, gruff voice when saying he’s Batman – he’s got the pajamas to show for it.

Mary-Jo saying she likes taking her bath in her parents’ bathroom, because it smells like them.

Cas and Mary-Jo curling up in her bed for storytime. She has a Princess Belle nightgown. With roses on it.

She wants to hear The Snow Queen. In Enochian. And as soon as her Papa starts telling her the story, which he knows by heart, she closes her eyes, little fist clenched on the fabric of his shirt.

Dean suggesting stories to John : "So, what story do you want tonight, little man? The one about how Uncle Sammy and I once took down a bunch of clowns? Or one about Papa, like the time he and Uncle Crowley almost ruined the world?"

Dean referring to Crowley as “Uncle Crowley”

But the kid wants to hear about Dean and Cas’ first kiss. And for Dean to sing his favorite lullaby – Goodnight Demonslayer.

Dean starting the story of his and the Angel’s first kiss : "A long time ago, Daddy was cursed for the millionth time in his life, and things were really hard...”

Dean taking Cas out for a walk in their garden once the kids are asleep. Flowers, fruits and veggies, bees. Even an apple tree.

The pure bliss in Cas’ heart when he realizes they both want the same thing for the future. All this, together.

Dean telling Cas he loves him for the first time. He hasn’t been able to outside of the dream yet, even if he’s so desperately in love. But despite that, hearing those words, even in a dream, is music to the Angel’s ears.

Dean telling Cas he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with him. To grow old with him by his side.

Castiel nuzzling against Dean when the dream starts to fade away, feeling his heart sink so deep when he thinks of their children being swallowed up by the thick grey mist that’s taken over the scenery and their home.

Cas waking up in a gasp, heart pounding in his chest, blue eyes teary, whine stuck in his throat. He just can’t get the smell of their children’s hair out of his head.

Dean soothing Cas with kisses and soft words to his ear, promising him he’s right here. That the children are safe in his mind.

Cas knowing that his home is with Dean, and even if he can’t have what they dream of yet, what they do have is perfect for now.

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Happy Daddy!DeanCas Monday!

So, notyourmartyr and I were actually just working on a domestic/dad!Destiel RP (we started yesterday, talk about a freakin’ coincidence), and since today is Daddy!DeanCas Monday, I thought I’d share a few spots, taken from said RP, for the occasion. The RP isn’t done yet, I might make another post to add to it once it is.

Context: Castiel used his Grace to fight off Dean’s nightmare and, once they’ve both settled back in bed together, he’s able to share the hunter’s dream.

Cas coming to in Dean’s dream, seeing they’ve got a house by a lake, a porch swing, a puppy and two beautiful children

Mary-Jo is about seven years old, dirty blond hair tied in a messy braid. She had Cas’ wise blue eyes, his lips, but hers are stained red from having eaten too many strawberries. Just like the tips of her fingers. Freckles peppered around her eyes and cheekbones.

John is five years old, dark haired and gorgeous green eyes. Scraped knee - carefully patched up by a bee-designed bandage. He looks a lot like Dean, same nose, same brows. And he’s just as hard-headed.

It takes everything in Mary-Jo’s little body not to act as a third parent to her brother, but she knows better, even if it means biting her lip to hold it back. She’s sensitive, responsible, mature for her age. But she gets spooked when Dean and Cas tell them stories about what they did, the monsters they’ve fought.

They’re John’s favorite, though. He’s a little soldier this one. His english is still iffy, since he didn’t start speaking it until he was two, but he’s definitely just as expressive as his sister, in his own way.

Dean is “Daddy”, and Cas is “Papa”.

Both of the kids speak enochian, and even if Dean doesn’t understand much of it, he likes hearing the babble of his children having full conversations in it.

Both of them love burgers and pie.

They have a swear jar. 4/5 of which are filled by Dean. But apparently, it only counts when there are little ears around.

Cas kissing the inside of his daughter’s hand while he’s teasing her. And of course, it tickles. Her laugh is like sunshine, eyes just as bright when she hides her hand in the crook of her neck.

John booping Dean’s nose with his tiny fists when he says “Damn”. Mary-Jo playing with Cas’ cheek and ear, just ‘cause.

John calling lasagna “not ‘getti”, because it smells like spaghetti, and it kinda tastes like spaghetti, but it’s not. Hey, he’s not wrong.

Dean calling Mary-Jo “Baby girl”, Cas calling her “Honey”.

Dean being father of the year, but still feeling like he’s not all that great, saying that it’s mostly Cas, that he just “kinda cooks and hangs around”. But he’s so good with the kids, and he loves them so much.

Mary-Jo running to Dean, in tears, because she and John were talking about fairies and he told her Oberon would take her away.

Dean reassuring her by telling her that Oberon wouldn’t do that - that’s Jareth’s job, and he’s not real, so it’s okay.

Cas prying out a Hot Wheels out of John’s tiny hand to have him focus while he reprimands him about scaring his sister like that.

Their little family sitting around the dining room table, eating dinner peacefully - or at least, semi-peacefully.

Mary-Jo hitting Cas’ leg under the table; she was trying to kick John for saying he didn’t want to go to bed. 

Dean telling John that he needs to sleep, because Uncle Sammy and Aunt Charlie are coming over the next day. And since they’re going fishing, he can’t be a grump and scare the fish away.

John finishing his plate before everyone else and asking Dean if he can have pie right away. Then turning to Cas and asking him the same thing when Dean says no.

Dean and Castiel promising each other that, one day, this slice of heaven will be theirs. They’ll make it happen, no matter what.

[rosegoldrebels-archive]

I just want stay at home daddy! Dean with like 4 kids and he's gotten soft around the tummy but still with big strong arms from picking up babies and carrying them around all day and when Cas comes home after work Dean will be playing with all the kids on the floor and Cas will sit down and kiss Dean's cheek and then Cas gets body slammed by toddlers who also want to great their Papa and they're just a big happy family! I just love daddy Dean

THIS IS. IT’S TOO MUCH. GOSH. Soft tummied!Dean, and Cas being trampled by their kiddos. YES.

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Okay but imagine Dean making silly faces at his soon to be daughter through the glass because he doesn't think anyone is watching, but really Sam and Cas are both standing behind him and Sam is filming everything.

[i think this is in continuation to this.]

that is adorable!!! she probably sleeps through it all, but he doesn't care. he’s got a daughter. everything else is just dust in the wind.

[rosegoldrebels-archive]

Ok but like can you imagine Dean standing in the hospital looking through the window of the nursery and staring down at the little girl that's going to be his and Cas's, and he's just so in love with her already, all swaddled in a blanket covered in little cartoon bees that Cas insisted the nurses use instead of the generic ones they have for all the babies. And she's sleeping and he can't tear himself away because she's so beautiful and she's his, and he can't believe it. Can you imagine?

I can’t imagine it because I am dead. 

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Ok but like Dean and Cas's little toddler having a naked streak and taking his clothes off at every possible opportunity and running around the yard in the buff and Cas chases after him trying to get him to put his clothes back on and Dean is laughing his ass off at his husband

UM, YES. 

Fun fact: at my old job, we had a water day for the kids and there was one kid who kept taking off his clothes and peeing in the grass. I couldn’t stop laughing because I was like , OMG, it’s Dean’s kid!!!

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We should probably talk about Dean and Castiel taking their kid to the zoo. 

Cas would carry the kid on his shoulders all day (even though they brought a stroller), his long fingers curled around their pudgy little feet, and give all the random facts about the animals that aren't listed on the plaques. 

Dean would be the dad that's buying the kid ice cream and balloons shaped as their favorite animal. Cas and kid would even talk him into letting them get their faces painted. (Cas as a cat, kiddo as a tiger.)

They'd take the train ride about 16 times because that's little Winchester's favorite part (and kind of Dean's too...) and spend close to an hour in the monkey house just watching all the primates play and make faces at their kid.

Castiel would time all their visits to each exhibit just right to make sure their kid gets to see the giraffes being fed, and they'd eat lunch in front of the penguin exhibit while the kiddo hangs over the railing and squeals at all the quirky birds. 

They wouldn't leave until closing time, the kid finally wiped out in the stroller, and Dean's nose a little sun burnt. 

It'd be a long, hot day, but a perfect one that little Winchester ends up talking about for days.