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Dean using Cas’ huge trench coat to wrap baby Jack with...
Week 1 - 1; deancas nanny/single parent au for anonymous
No patter of small feet nor the sound of a child's laughter greets Cas when he unlocks the door to his house. Only the quiet buzz of a working fridge reaches his ears in the darkness. He blinks once and then twice and flicks the hallway light on. Usually, the ground floor isn't so dark when he comes home from work—but then, he never returns as late as today. He gets rid of his coat and shoes and leaves his suitcase on the commode.
For a moment, a thought passes his head that Dean put Claire to sleep and went home—but he quickly forsakes the idea when he turns on the lights in the living room and sees two sleeping figures on the couch.
Dean's head has lolled to the side at one point, one arm loose around Claire's shoulders, the other resting in his lap. Castiel's chest aches with a strange twinge at the sight and he loosens his tie just a bit, takes off his suit jacket and hangs it over the backseat of his arm chair. His heart still feels funny as he lifts from the floor the book Dean has been reading with the girl—or rather reading to her, as Claire tolerates pictures only.
Dean furrows his brows when Cas puts the book on the coffee table and his eyes flutter open just when the man picks up two spaghetti sauce-smudged dishes to carry to the kitchen. His arm curls protectively around Claire for a second and loosens again when their eyes meet.
“You're home,” Dean mutters. His free hand rubs the sleep out of his eye. “Sorry I fell asleep.”
Cas smiles reassuringly. “It's alright. It is quite late.” He goes to the kitchen, leaves the dishes in the sink to wash them later and comes back.
If he stops in the living room's door for a second at the sight of Dean trying to his best to get up without waking Claire, well. It's only for him to know.
“I'll take her,” he tells Dean. He slides his arms under his girl's back and legs and tries not to shiver when his fingers skim over Dean's bare sleep-warmed skin where the man's T-shirt has ridden up. Before the man has a chance to see the pink in his cheeks, Cas turns back and slowly makes his way to Claire's room upstairs.
All You’ve Gotta Do Is Ask
“You all ready?” Dean asked as he stepped into the living room with the twins’ car seats held in either hand. Cas was seated on the couch with Emma in his lap, tugging her tiny hand through the sleeve of her little yellow winter coat.
“Just about. Is the van warmed up enough?” His omega replied as he zipped up the coat.
“Yep, I started it with the remote five minutes ago, so it should be all warm and toasty for us,” Dean explained. Cas smiled at him, his eyes wrinkling at the corners, before standing and glancing around. “Where’s Alfie?”
“Right here!” Alfie called as he ran down the stairs. He stopped four stairs from the bottom and took a flying leap to the ground below. Cas sighed heavily and shook his head.
“Hey!” Dean called, causing Alfie to freeze. “What did we say about jumping off of stuff in the house?”
Alfie had to think for a moment before he responded hesitantly. “Don’t?”
“Right. We don’t need you breaking anything, either in the house or on you,” Dean reminded, ruffling Alfie’s hair as the young boy joined them in the living room. Cas left Emma seated on the couch for a moment while he grabbed his son’s coat from the coat tree by the door and helped him into it, along with a scarf and gloves. He glanced down to his feet to make sure that his Avengers boots were on correct feet.
“Do I have to wear all of this?” Alfie griped, and Cas nodded.
“You don’t want to get sick, do you?” Cas asked, and Alfie released another gusty sigh.
“I won’t get sick, Papa!” He promised, causing Dean smile. The alpha quickly hid his smile when Alfie looked up at him and put on his stern expression instead.
“Alfie, it’s the middle of December; you’re wearing all of your winter stuff,” Dean said, his tone ringing with finality. Dean checked the twins one last time to make sure their car seats were totally covered while Cas picked Emma up from the couch and fitted her against his hip.
“I think we’re ready,” Cas announced, and Dean nodded and opened the door, allowing Cas and Alfie to exit first before shutting the door behind them and double-checking to make sure that everything was locked up.
Alfie ran ahead to the minivan and climbed into the very back, buckling himself into his booster seat while Dean placed Claire’s rear-facing car seat into the bucket seat in front of him. Cas reached in to buckle Emma into her car seat in the very back next to Alfie and then clicked the bucket seat in front of her into the upright position so Dean could place Adam’s rear-facing car seat there.
After double checking that everyone—or rather their car seat—was securely fastened into place, Dean pressed the button to automatically shut the back door of the van before climbing into the driver’s seat. He glanced over at Cas, who was still settling into the passenger seat. “You know, I think we get a little better at that every time.”
Cas smiled fondly. “We get better at everything every time.”
“Yeah, we do!” Dean exclaimed with a wicked grin, causing his mate to blush and chuckle. Dean leaned across for a quick kiss. As Cas met him in the middle for the briefest of kisses, a loud cry of “Ew!” erupted from the back seat. Dean pulled away from the kiss and rolled his eyes. “Kids these days.”
Cas smirked and settled back into his seat as Dean put the van into reverse and backed down the driveway to the road.
“Christmas music!” Alfie cried from the back seat. Cas glanced back at him.
“What do we say?”
“Christmas music, please,” Alfie enunciated the last word succinctly, and Cas nodded and turned back around to turn on the radio. “Jingle Bells” filled the car, and Alfie immediately started singing along with some made-up words about Batman and Robin. Emma didn’t know the words to either version, but she still tried singing along in her own made-up babble.
Cas shrugged before joining in at the top of his lungs, and Dean wasn’t long in following.
——
When they arrived at the restaurant, they unloaded everyone and hurried inside, waving at Ellen behind the counter as they headed toward their usual booth. Alfie scrambled into the booth first, and then they placed the car seats on either side so that Dean was next to Claire and Adam was next to Dean. Emma sat in a high chair at the end of the table so that both Dean and Cas could feed her.
Cas handed Alfie the children’s menu and told him to pick out something to eat.
“Mac and cheese,” Alfie decided without even glancing at the menu once.
Dean shook his head. “You had mac and cheese for lunch yesterday. Pick something else.”
Alfie looked down at the menu and studied each of the pictures before deciding on chicken strips instead. Dean and Cas were glancing over their own menus when the waitress walked up. They both glanced up at the tsking sound she made, and Dean’s face broke out into a huge grin.
“Jo! You’re back!” He cried, standing to pull the younger omega woman into a hug.
“Yeah, and from the looks of it, I missed a few things,” She said, her tone indignant. “When were you going to tell me about this?” She asked, pointing around at all the kids. “I mean, a girl goes away to school for a couple years, and when she comes back, her friend—who’s more like a brother, mind you—has mated and started his own soccer team!”
Dean grinned unrepentantly. “I would’ve written you, but I’ve been a little busy.”
“I can see that!” She cried before finally allowing her face to settle into a warm smile. She turned to Cas. “Hey, I’m Jo.”
“Yeah, I remember,” Cas assured her. He smiled across at Dean fondly. “You were our waitress for our first date.”
“That’s right!” Dean cried, looking back to Jo. “That was right before your freshman year of college.”
“And now look where we are. I’m about to earn my degree, and you’re about to get signed on for some reality show about big families or something,” Jo teased good-naturedly. She glanced at Alfie who was busy scribbling all over his kids’ menu. “Although, I’ve gotta say that I don’t think I’ve been gone that long.”
“Nope. Alfie was already here when we started dating,” Dean replied with a nod. Cas smiled as he recalled that first date; he’d been so nervous, so hesitant about starting anything at all…
——
August, 2013
”Maybe I shouldn’t go,” Cas said, glancing down at his phone as if about to make the call to cancel right that second.
Anna sighed and shook her head. “Cas, this boy has been running himself ragged trying to get you to agree to just one date.”
“I know, which is why this is a bad idea.” He replied as he walked toward the front door. He paused to retrieve his car keys from the small glass bowl by the front door before turning back to face his sister.
“Bad idea how?” Anna asked, and Cas shrugged.
“I just don’t get it, okay?” Cas replied quietly. “Why would any alpha, especially one as amazing as this guy seems, be interested in me at all?”
Anna hit him in the arm. “Uh, maybe cause you’re gorgeous and adorable and a total catch!”
“Yeah, aside from the whole single-parent omega who’s barely managing to make ends meet with his part-time receptionist job,” Cas retorted with a roll of his eyes.
“Cas, shut up about the friggin single parent thing,” Anna scolded. “This isn’t like with the other alphas who ran when they found out about Alfie. I mean, this guy already knows, and he still wants a date with you. At least give him the chance!”
“I know. I just—Anna, this guy is amazing. Like, every single thing I’ve learned about him over these past few weeks just makes me like him more.”
“And that’s a bad thing how?” Anna asked, arching an eyebrow.
“I just don’t want to get too attached to someone I won’t get to keep,” Cas explained sadly.
“Who says?” Anna suddenly challenged.
“Who says what?” Cas asked, confused.
“Who says you won’t get to keep him? Besides your own stubborn ass, of course.”
“Common sense, Anna. Common sense says I won’t be able to keep him. It won’t be ten minutes before he realizes this was a mistake.”
“I bet you twenty bucks you’re wrong,” Anna said.
“Twenty bucks?”
Anna nodded. “Yep. If the date goes terribly, and he ends up being a two-time jerk face, then I owe you twenty bucks. But if he asks you out on a follow-up date, you owe me twenty bucks.”
Cas rolled his eyes and turned to leave the house. “Sure, I’m always up for free cash.”
When he reached the restaurant, Dean was waiting out front, pacing anxiously.
“Cas! You made it!” He cried as Cas walked up to meet him.
Cas chuckled. “You seemed a little unsure about that.”
“What can I say? You’ve been keeping me on my toes, that’s for sure,” Dean replied as he opened the front door of the restaurant for Cas and then followed him inside. “Not that it’s a bad thing, really,” he hurried to assure the omega.
“Always glad to help,” Cas teased. Dean immediately led them toward a small booth in the back and waved at the woman behind the counter as they passed.
“The sign says to wait to be seated?” Cas asked as he slid into the booth across from Dean.
“Yeah, usually you’d have to wait. But since the owner of the place is an old family friend, I got us the inside connection,” Dean wriggled his eyebrows suggestively, causing Cas to chuckle. Right then, their feet bumped under the table, and Cas immediately withdrew his feet back to his side.
“Sorry!” He apologized.
“It’s okay. If you wanna play footsie, all you’ve gotta do is ask,” Dean assured the omega with a wink.
—–
Cas smiled softly and hooked his feet through his mate’s under the table. Dean grinned across at him before glancing back up at Jo. “How’s school?”
“Good,” she replied. “I just have to take four more classes, and then I’ll be done.”
“Do you have plans for after?” Cas wondered, and Jo nodded.
“Yep! I’m going down to Peru for a year,” She said. “I’m going with a group that works with local schools and orphanages to provide help for kids there.”
“That sounds awesome!” Dean exclaimed.
“Yeah, I’m excited. Speaking of kids, how old are these little guys?”
“Alfie turned five in mid-August,” Dean said, pointing to Alfie on the other side of Claire’s car seat. He pointed to Emma next. “Emma turned one in the beginning of September, and the twins were born in late September.”
“Wow, all right in a row there!” Jo exclaimed, smiling sweetly down at Emma.
“Yeah, we planned it that way. Makes it easier to remember them all,” Cas explained dead-pan. Jo arched an eyebrow, her expression asking the obvious question: Are you serious?
Dean chuckled and shook his head. “He’s joking. We planned on having a big family, but not quite … this big, this fast.”
“Well, you did say you wanted a big family,” Cas reminded.
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“How many siblings?” Dean asked, eyes wide.
“I’m one of five. There’s the oldest, Lucifer (we call him Lucy), and then Michael, then Gabriel, then Anna, then me,” Cas replied.
“So you’re the baby?” Dean confirmed, and Cas nodded, a blush heating his cheeks.
“Yep.”
“And the only omega?”
“Yes. All of the others are alpha except for Anna,” Cas confirmed.
“So, should I be looking out for any over-protective big brothers?” Dean wondered, and Cas chuckled.
“Nah. Once I had Alfie, I think they realized I was more than capable of looking out for myself. Plus, of us all, I think I actually settled down the fastest,” Cas explained.
“How so?”
“Well, Lucy is one of those perpetual bachelors. He refuses to become mated. Michael is the exact opposite; he changes mates every couple of years, at least. Gabe…” Cas hesitated for a moment, wondering how to best phrase it. “He, uh, ran into some trouble after college that messed him up for a while. But, uh, he’s better now. He runs his own business.”
“Oh, what kind of business?” Dean asked.
Cas grinned. “He bakes.”
“Bakes?” Dean echoed, and Cas nodded.
“Yep, he owns his own bakery, Trickster’s Treats. It’s actually going really well,” Cas explained. Dean looked thoughtful for a moment.
“Trickster’s Treats. I’ll have to try it sometime. How’s his pie?” He asked, and Cas grinned.
“The best.”
“Awesome! I’ll definitely have to go by there. So then none of your siblings have really mated or settled down then?”
“Well, Michael says he has, but that changes from month to month. I’m actually kind of surprised that Pamela hasn’t killed him yet with all of the weddings he keeps having her plan,” Cas mused, and Dean grinned.
“Hey, I’d plan a million weddings for the guy if he kept paying,” he joked. His smile turned fond. “That must have been great, being part of a big family like that.”
“It had its moments, yes. It was kind of hard after dad passed, but we made it through. Your family seems pretty amazing, from how Mary talks at work,” Cas guessed, and Dean nodded.
“Yeah, it’s just me and Sammy sibling-wise, but we’re more than enough,” Dean explained. “But I do kind of want a big family of my own.”
Silence fell over them as each took another bite of his dinner. As Dean chewed, his face turned thoughtful. Once he’d swallowed the bite, he asked, “So, you consider yourself settled down?”
Cas nodded. “Yes.”
“But you’re not mated,” Dean observed, and Cas nodded again, a blush rising along his cheeks.
“Right. It has more to do with Alfie than anything else. Having a pup, it changes things. You can’t really expect to just keep doing the same stuff you did before, you know?” Cas explained, his eyes squinting.
Dean nodded. “I get it. So, does that mean you’re not going to change things? Like, mate-wise?”
Cas’s blush deepened. “Honestly, I’d never even considered it before—“ he stopped himself, his eyes widening before flicking back down again to his plate.
“Before?” Dean prodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Before you started asking me out,” Cas admitted softly, his face flaming.
Dean’s grin was the same one he’d worn in the park when Cas had introduced him to Alfie: triumphant and confident.
“But now you are considering it?”
“I’m considering the possibility of it happening, yes,” Cas conceded, his bright blue eyes lifting to Dean’s.
“Good. Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page about that,” Dean said, and Cas couldn’t help his own small smile.
Even after they’d finished eating dessert, they sat talking for a long while until Cas said in a regretful tone that he had to get home. Dean walked with him out to his SUV, their shoulders brushing with every step. When they reached the car, Cas paused to look up at Dean, a small smile flitting at the corners of his mouth.
“I had a really good time.”
“I did, too,” Dean assured him, his smile warm. “Can we do this again sometime? Like on Tuesday?”
Cas felt his heart swell in his chest as his smile grew. “I’d like that,” He agreed. He reached up to peck Dean on the cheek, his lips feather-soft against Dean’s skin. When he pulled back, Dean’s eyes immediately dropped to his mouth. The alpha’s eyes were hesitant but hopeful when the met Cas’s.
“May I?” He murmured.
“Please…” Cas replied softly.
Dean brought his hand up to cup the omega’s cheek as he slowly lowered his head to bring his mouth against Cas’s, his lips as gentle against Cas’s as Cas’s had been against his cheek. It wasn’t long or passionate, but it was … steadying. Cas felt something settle deep inside of him, something content and happy as Dean’s lips met his, something solid and safe that he could trust in. And then Dean was pulling back, a small smile on those same lips.
“Good night, Cas.”
“Good night, Dean,” Cas murmured as he climbed into his car and started the engine.
——
Cas and Dean buckled the kids back into their seats, and Cas pressed the button for the door to close. He started to turn away when Dean paused him with a gentle touch to his arm.
“You know, I’ve always had a special place in my heart for this parking lot,” he teased as he slid his arms around his omega’s waist.
“Oh, really?” Cas asked with an arched eyebrow, his arms reaching up to loop around Dean’s neck.
“Definitely. It’s where I had my last first kiss. Places like that shouldn’t go unappreciated,” Dean explained as he dipped down to claim a quick kiss from his omega. When they pulled back, they both wore matching smiles.
“Definitely,” Cas agreed. Dean opened the passenger door for Cas so he could climb in before heading around to his own side to start the car. The car ride home was much quieter than the ride there had been, since Alfie and Emma were starting to droop.
It didn’t take long for them to get the two older kids through their baths and bedtime routines, including the usual story from Dean and the good night kisses all around. Once Alfie and Emma were both down for the count, Cas and Dean sat in the matching rockers in the nursery so Cas could feed the twins before putting them to bed as well.
Then they sat wrapped up together on the couch in the living room enjoying the quiet, talking quietly. After a lull of silence, Cas noticed Dean glancing around the living room.
“What?” He asked softly, and Dean frowned down at him.
“We’re going to need more room, once the kids start getting older. I mean, they’ll probably want their own rooms, right?” He asked. “We might have to start looking at different houses.”
“I suppose. Plus if we have more kids, we’ll definitely need more rooms then,” Cas reasoned, and Dean snorted.
“Yeah, let’s not talk about that just yet,” He murmured.
“What? Weren’t you the one who wanted the big family?” Cas teased. Dean rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, but as it stands, we barely have enough hands for the kids we have. Let’s at least wait until the twins are walking on their own,” Dean suggested, and Cas nodded.
“That sounds feasible,” He agreed. He glanced around the living room and sighed. “It won’t be easy.”
“No, I suppose not. You’ve been here for a while,” Dean murmured, his arm tugging Cas tighter against his side. He felt Cas’s head nod against his chest.
“Yeah,” Cas murmured softly. “You know, I realized that I was in love with you right there.” Cas pointed toward the front door.
Dean glanced over to where he was pointing and smiled. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Cas echoed.
“When was this?” Dean wondered, and Cas pressed a soft kiss against his chin as he murmured, “Right after our first date.”
———-
Cas shut the front door behind him and slumped back against it, a dopey grin on his face. Dean had been just as amazing as Cas had thought he would be. He was everything Cas had seen over the past few weeks, everything Mary had talked about over the past few months, everything Cas had wanted in an alpha for years.
Cas realized right then and there that he was already more than a little in love with Dean Winchester.
Just then, Anna walked in from the kitchen, her own smile growing when she saw Cas’s expression.
“So?” She asked eagerly. “I take it things went well?”
Cas hummed happily and nodded. “I owe you twenty bucks.”
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Family Time
Cas was yanked from sleep by the abrupt wail that sounded over the baby monitor. He groaned and rolled over, staring at the bright green lights as they lit up with the sound. He sighed heavily and slowly sat up. He felt Dean shift behind him on the bed, and when he glanced back, Dean was also sitting up.
“I got it, babe,” He told his mate. “You sleep.”
“No, you got Emma earlier. I’ll go,” Dean rumbled, his voice deep with sleep.
“You teach in a few hours; get some more sleep,” Cas urged. Dean stood and held out his hand toward Cas.
“Come on, we’ll take care of it together.”
Cas smiled and took his hand, allowing Dean to pull him up from the bed. Dean pressed a quick kiss to his mouth before tugging him from the room and down the hall toward the twins’ nursery.
As they sat in the matching rockers that Bobby had made for them, they spoke quietly to the twins and each other. Dean rocked Adam while Cas fed Claire and then they switched so that Dean was rocking Claire while Cas fed Adam.
“I’m so glad we were able to wean Emma off before they got here. I don’t think I’d have enough milk to feed everybody otherwise,” Cas murmured with a chuckle.
“I have complete faith in you and your magic milk,” Dean assured him, and Cas rolled his eyes.
“My magic milk appreciates it, I’m sure,” he muttered dryly.
———–
That Saturday, they had family dinner over at John and Mary’s. As usual, Naomi and Anna joined as well. Also like usual, there were several different conversations going on at once.
At one end of the table, Dean and John discussed the classes Dean was teaching at the high school.
“How’s the Mustang coming?” John asked Dean, referring to the ’65 Mustang Dean was helping his students restore.
“Good. I had them put in a 428 Cobra instead of the 289 V-8,” Dean said, and John nodded.
“That’ll run nice.”
“I think so. I think I’m going to have them working on the carburetors next,” Dean explained.
“Makes sense,” John agreed as he shoveled another fork full of mashed potatoes into his mouth.
At the other end of the table, Mary cooed down at the small pink bundle she held while Naomi simply smiled down at her blue bundle. At just over a month old, the twins were already spoiled rotten by both their grandmothers, although Mary tended to display her emotions more outwardly than Naomi.
“You’re both already getting so big!” Mary cooed down at Claire. “Just look at you and your brother, so beautiful and handsome! Yes, you are!”
Naomi looked up to Cas. “How often are they eating?”
“We’re trying to regulate their feedings so they eat at the same time, so about every two and a half hours. They’ve both taken formula already, but most of the time it’s my milk,” Cas replied.
“And Emma’s completely on formula now?” Naomi asked, glancing over to where Emma sat in Anna’s lap.
“When she takes it, yes. She’s starting to be more interested in big people foods,” Cas explained with a smile.
“That’s good,” Mary praised, smiling over at Emma. Emma wasn’t paying attention to her, though. She was avidly watching the people around her—Anna, Gabe, Sam, and the boys—while they had their own serious discussion.
“I like Natasha. She doesn’t take crap from anybody,” Anna said. “I mean, did you see the way she beat the sh— I mean, crap out of Clint?”
“Naw, Sis,” Gabe contradicted. “Tony’s absolutely the best. I mean, the boy’s got style.”
“Captain America’s got style,” Jesse argued.
Gabe gave him a disbelieving look. “Have you even seen that unitard he calls a uniform? No, Cap doesn’t have style.”
“Thor!” Alfie said. “He’s got a cape and a hammer and he can control thunder. Way cooler than having style.”
They all looked to Sam expectantly. He smirked and shook his head. “While I do think it would be cool to throw Thor’s hammer around, I have to say my favorite is Coulson.”
“What?!” Gabe cried in disbelief, while the others looked at him with shock. “Coulson doesn’t even count! He’s not an Avenger!”
“Yeah, he is. Fury called him one,” Sam defended.
“When?” Gabe challenged.
“On the TV show, Agents of Shield,” Sam replied. Gabe shook his head.
“Dude, the show doesn’t count!”
“Yes, it does. It’s canonical with the films,” Sam argued.
“Well, you’re … canonical … with the films,” Gabe muttered.
Anna rolled her eyes. “Wow, great comeback, Gabe.”
“Why are we even having this discussion? Everyone knows that Justice League is better, anyways,” Dean interrupted.
“Ew! Get away from me!” Gabe cried, inching away from Dean. They immediately started arguing about the pros and cons of their respective sides.
Mary chuckled and shook her head. She spoke over them to Sam. “When’s your next appointment with Jody?”
“Uh, Monday afternoon. We’re heading over there as soon as Jesse gets out of school,” he answered. “At this point, it’s just to make sure that everything’s working out.”
“That’s good,” Mary said, her smile proud. Sam smiled back before glancing over at Gabe, who was now glaring down at his plate while Dean similarly glared down at his.
“Now, now, boys. Let’s not fight,” Anna chided. “You’re both pretty in your own special way.”
———–
Once dinner was over and the table had been cleared, they brought out the board and card games and started a different game at each end of the table. Most of the adults played Monopoly at one end while Anna and Gabe and the boys played the junior version of Life at the other end.
Dean got out of the game pretty quick, as did Cas, but Mary suspected that they had done so on purpose, especially when they both disappeared to the living room right after. When she got up to get a coffee refill several minutes later, she poked her head into the living room to check on them, and she couldn’t help her small chuckle. Dean was sitting on one end with his head dropped back onto the back of the couch and his long legs sprawled out in front of him while Cas lay out along the couch with his head in Dean’s lap. Both were sound asleep.
When she returned to the table a few minutes later, she smiled at the others. “Poor things are so worn out. Maybe I should offer to watch the kids for a night…”
“We’ll take Alfie,” Sam immediately spoke up. “There’s still some of his clothes over at our place from when he stayed with us last month.”
“And I can keep Emma for the night,” Anna called from her end of the table.
“I can take one of the twins,” Naomi offered.
“Then we’ll keep the other one here. If that’s okay with you, Hon?” She asked, placing her hand on John’s forearm.
John sighed heavily, but a small smirk played at his mouth as he said, “I suppose. I mean, it’s always such a trial to have my grandkids around.” Mary smacked his arm lightly and shook her head.
“I’ll go ask, see if I can convince them,” she said with a wink at the others as she stood back up. As it was, they didn’t take very much convincing. Mary had no sooner finished offering than they were out the door with calls of farewell, anxious to be back to their quiet house.
“Well, that was difficult,” she murmured as she sat back down, causing the others to chuckle.
———-
That Monday, Gabe, Sam, and Jesse sat in the seating area outside of their case worker Jody’s office waiting for their appointment. Gabe was helping Jesse with his math homework while Sam answered emails on his phone. They’d only been waiting a couple of minutes before the door to another case worker’s office slammed open and a young girl rushed out.
“Fine! I’ll just sit here and rot!” She yelled before she dropped down into one of the chairs across from them with an exaggerated huff.
Gabe and Sam exchanged a concerned look.
“You okay there?” Gabe asked lightly.
“Just peachy keen, thanks,” the girl replied sarcastically, her face scrunching up. She was barely thirteen or fourteen years old, not even old enough to have presented yet, but cynicism rolled off of her in waves. Just from her air, Gabe could sense she’d been around the block a few times.
“Hey, just wondering,” Gabe said, holding his hands up in an appeasing gesture. “You know, looking out for my fellow man, or woman, in your case.”
“Yeah, like you’d care anyway. You don’t even know me,” she muttered, crossing her arms and slouching lower into her chair.
“Try us,” Sam spoke up, his own expression kind. The girl studied him then Gabe then Jesse for a long moment before letting out a gusty sigh. Gabe smirked; no one could ever resist Sam’s puppy-dog eyes.
“I got kicked out of another foster home, and I’m about to turn fourteen, so I can’t go back to the group home either. So now my dickwad of a case worker,” she made sure to yell that part, “is saying that he’s going to have to make ‘other arrangements,’” she held up air quotes as she said it, “whatever the hell that means.”
“Why’d you get kicked out?” Gabe asked without thinking. Sam kicked him in the leg. “Ow!” Gabe winced, glaring at his mate.
The girl smirked at Gabe’s obvious discomfort but kept talking, “Stupid prank some friends and I pulled.”
Gabe’s eyes lit up. “Ooh, I always love a good prank. What’d you do?”
“Our biology teacher, Uriel, is a total dick. So, last weekend while he was out of town for some education convention, some friends and I decided to paint his house for him in the middle of the night—neon green and orange.”
“Haha! Fantastic!” Gabe cried, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face. “Wait, so if you did it in the middle of the night, how’d you get caught?”
“Apparently he had cameras outside his house,” the girl grumbled.
“Aw man! Cameras are the first thing you check for. You know, take a bike ride past his house and scope out the place at least a week in advance,” Gabe advised.
“Wait, Uriel … I think Dean mentioned this at dinner the other night,” Sam recalled. He smiled at the girl, “Do you go to Free State?”
“Yeah, actually I do,” She answered warily. “Who’s Dean?”
“He’s the auto shop teacher there,” Sam replied.
The girl smirked. “Oh, the hot one? Lemme tell you, much easier on the eyes than Mr. Daniels who used to work there.”
“Right?” Gabe cried. This time, Sam elbowed him in the side, earning another “Ow!” Gabe glared at him for a moment before continuing. “It’s in their genes to be freakishly good-looking. I mean, just look at this one.”
“So you’re Mr. Winchester’s brother?” She asked, and Sam nodded. She looked to Gabe. “So who are you?”
“I’m his mate,” He said, pointing at Sam.
Her eyes narrowed. “But you’re both alphas.”
Gabe nodded. “Yep!”
She thought about it for a moment before nodding. “Cool. My name’s Krissy, by the way.”
“I’m Sam, this is Gabe, and that’s Jesse,” Sam introduced them, pointing to each in turn.
Jesse offered a wave and smile. She jerked her chin toward the two alphas. “They okay?”
“Nicest I’ve ever had,” Jesse replied with a shrug. “I mean, I’ve only been in two other homes, but theirs is the best so far.”
Sam and Gabe exchanged soft smiles but didn’t comment on it. Right then, Jody’s door opened, and she stepped out to greet them.
“Hey, guys. Why don’t you—” She started but was cut off by Krissy turning around in her chair to say, “I wanna go with these guys.”
Jody arched an eyebrow at her. “Okay…”
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“Look, guys, it’s completely up to you. From what Jackson’s said, she seems like a problem case, but being in a strong home like yours could make all the difference. I mean, Jesse’s doing great with you all,” She pointed back out toward the waiting area where Jesse had gone to wait while they discussed Krissy. “The state does allow up to four kids per home, and you all have more than enough space for her.”
Sam glanced over at Gabe, and Gabe nodded slightly with a smile before he looked back to Jody. “I was a problem kid, too, but I had my mom, who didn’t really give me any choice but to turn out right. Even when I went completely off the reservation after college, I knew she and my family were there for me.” He didn’t say it specifically, but Sam knew he meant after Bartholomew. Gabe smiled over at him. “And now look where I am. So yeah, if it all works out on your end for this to happen, we’ll do it.”
“Awesome. I’ll work with Jackson and see if we can’t have her in your home by next week,” Jody said with a broad smile.
“Ooh, just in time for Thanksgiving!” Gabe enthused.
Jody smiled and nodded. “Yep, and everyone should have a family for Thanksgiving.”
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“I’ll get it!” Dean called when the doorbell rang. He opened to let Gabe in, smiling at his brother-in-law.
“You’re here early,” he said, and Gabe shrugged.
“I figured I’d pick him up before I went to get Jesse,” Gabe explained. He grinned mischievously. “That way, we can go straight to the froyo place by the school.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “You’re going to ruin their appetites.”
“Dude, they’re both boys under the age of eight. I could feed them Wonka’s entire candy factory, and they’d still be good by dinner,” Gabe argued. Dean chuckled as he walked to the foot of the stairs and called up to Alfie.
“Alfie, Gabe’s here. You ready?”
“Almost!” Alfie called back. Dean turned back to Gabe.
“How’re things going with the shop?”
“Same as ever; people still getting married and having birthdays, so I’m keeping busy. How’s teaching?” Gabe asked as he plopped down onto the couch.
“Pretty good. I’ve got a couple of classes, and they all seem really eager to learn, you know?” Dean replied before he looked back upstairs. “Alfie, you’re only staying with them for a couple of days. You don’t need all your toys.”
“Okay!” Alfie yelled back. He still didn’t come down.
“Where’s Cas?” Gabe asked, glancing around. Dean jerked his head toward the guest room where they’d been sleeping for the past three months.
“Resting. We’ll be heading out as soon as you guys go.”
“You nervous?” Gabe wondered, and Dean grimaced.
“Kind of. I mean, I know I probably shouldn’t be, but this feels so different from last time.”
“They’re inducing him, right?”
“Yeah, that’s the plan. Balthazar thinks it’s too far past the due date.”
“Wasn’t it supposed to be early September?” Gabe asked, and Dean nodded. “Well, it’s only a few weeks past. Shouldn’t be that much of an issue.”
“Yeah, I think it’s just cause it’s twins. More chances for complications, you know.” Dean tried not to think about that, instead focusing on positive thoughts. “So, hopefully by tonight they’ll be here. Or on their way here,” Dean amended with a small smile. Right then, Alfie came running down the stairs.
“You ready to go, big guy?” Dean asked.
“Yeah!” The five-year-old cried eagerly, his Iron Man backpack jiggling up and down as he jumped with excitement.
“Okay, go say bye to papa, and then you and Gabe can take off.” Dean said. Alfie ran toward the guest room, pausing to knock before entering.
“We’ve been learning about manners and Papa and Daddy’s alone time,” Dean explained at Gabe’s arched eyebrow.
Gabe smirked. “Oh, thank god I never have to have that talk with Jesse.”
Inside the bedroom, Alfie pressed a quick kiss to Cas’s cheek.
“You be good for Gabe and Sam, okay?” Cas admonished.
“Yes, sir,” Alfie replied somberly.
“And don’t fight with Jesse,” Cas reminded. Alfie gave him an annoyed look.
“Jesse and I don’t fight, Papa! We wrestle.” He said this like it should have been obvious, and Cas smiled.
“I know, baby. Just don’t hurt yourselves.”
“We won’t!” Alfie promised. He pressed one more kiss to Cas’s cheek and allowed the omega to kiss him in return before running from the room to meet up with Gabe.
“Let’s go!” He yelled, and Gabe chuckled.
“Someone’s eager. Say bye to your dad first,” Gabe reminded.
Alfie turned to Dean and wrapped his arms tight around his waist in a hug. “Bye, Dad!”
“Bye, Bud. You behave for your uncles. Yes, sir?” Dean said.
“Yes, sir!” Alfie replied before running from the house, leaving Gabe to follow behind.
“Call us with any news,” Gabe said as he walked out the front door and shut it behind him.
Dean walked back to the guest bedroom where Cas lay and smiled down at his omega.
“You ready?” He asked, and Cas nodded.
“About as ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose,” he murmured. Dean wrapped an arm around his shoulders and helped him sit up.
“You’ve got everything?” Cas checked, and Dean smiled.
“Yes, I’ve got the overnight bag all packed and everything,” the alpha assured him. Cas smiled softly.
“Last few moments of peace.”
“I feel like we should savor this,” Dean said, but then his eyes slid down to Cas’s protruding stomach. “But I also feel like we need to get those guys out of there. Come on.”
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When they arrived at the hospital, Cas was immediately sent in for an ultrasound to determine the position of the babies. Balthazar and the second obstetrician, Dr. Humphrey, studied the screen together for a few moments before Balth turned back to Cas with a small smile.
“Good news! It looks like both babies are still in position for a regular channel birth,” he said. “So we’ll go ahead and start with the prostaglandins; that should set things in motion and we can see how it progresses from there, okay?”
“Okay,” Cas murmured, squeezing Dean’s hand and smiling up at him. He could tell his alpha was more nervous this time, even though Dean tried to hide it.
“We’ve got this,” he promised, the words familiar and comforting for them both.
Dean brought their hands up and kissed Cas’s knuckle. “I know.”
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“Uncle Sammy?” The voice was soft and hesitant, so timid Sam nearly missed it. Sam glanced up from the sheaf of papers in his hand to find Alfie standing in the doorway of his office. He smiled at the picture the young boy made in his Batman onesie.
“Alfie, what are you doing out of bed so late?” Sam asked, glancing at the clock on his desk. It was nearly midnight, which was a few hours past the boys’ bedtime.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Alfie admitted sadly. Sam held out a hand toward him, and Alfie moved forward to crawl into his lap.
“What’s on your mind?” Sam asked, and Alfie shrugged.
“I miss Papa and Dad,” Alfie sighed. “They always tuck me in and read me stories.”
“Didn’t Gabe read you a story?” Sam asked, and Alfie nodded, but his little face looked so disappointed.
“Yeah, but he didn’t do the voices as good as Dad does,” Alfie confided. Sam smirked; Dean had always done the voices for him too.
“Yeah, your dad’s good at that stuff,” Sam said. Alfie looked up at him, his face suddenly anxious.
“What if he doesn’t read to me anymore?”
Sam’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why wouldn’t he read to you?”
“They’ll be busy with the new babies,” Alfie murmured softly.
Sam smiled reassuringly. So that’s what this was really about. “You’re right, babies take a lot of work, but that doesn’t mean they’ll stop spending time with you. Did they stop reading to you when Emma was born?”
“No,” Alfie answered, his voice turning hopeful.
“Right, and they’re not going to stop now. They’ll have to split their time up a little more, sure, but they won’t stop spending time with you or loving you,” Sam assured him. Alfie smiled gratefully and nodded. Sam pressed a quick kiss to the top of his head. “Come on, let’s get you back to bed.”
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The call came early the next morning at breakfast.
“A boy and a girl. Everything went perfectly!” Dean enthused, his voice filtering over the speaker on Sam’s phone.
Gabe grinned across at Sam. “Dude, we are going to have some epic sleepovers when these kids get old enough.”
Sam rolled his eyes and spoke to Dean instead. “What are their names?”
“Claire and Adam,” Dean responded. “They’re in the nursery now, and Cas is still in recovery.”
“So everything’s good? No extra heads or conjoined limbs?” Gabe asked, and Sam kicked him under the table. Gabe let out a yelp of indignation at the unexpected attack and glared at his mate while Dean chuckled.
“Thanks, Sammy. Maybe if Cas is feeling up to it later, you guys could come by?”
“Sure, just call and let us know when,” Sam said.
“Will do. Love you, Alfie!” Dean called.
“Love you, Dad!” Alfie called back around a mouth full of waffles. Gabe chuckled and pressed the icon to hang up the phone.
“We are so gonna be the cool uncles,” Gabe enthused as he scooped up his own forkful of waffles.
“I am, at least,” Sam agreed with a smirk.
Gabe rolled his eyes. “We’re mates now; we count as a single entity.”
“I’ll still be cooler,” Sam goaded as he stood and carried his plate to the sink.
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“You did so great,” Dean murmured into Cas’s hair. The omega smiled and hummed contentedly as he stared down at the little pink bundle in his arms. He looked over to study the matching blue bundle in the alpha’s arms.
“We both did,” he responded softly. He lifted his face for a kiss, and Dean readily complied. “I couldn’t have done this without you right here.”
“I know,” Dean said. He pressed another kiss to the tip of Cas’s nose, causing the omega to giggle.
“None of that, now!” Balthazar chided as he strode into the room. “Unless you want to be back here in another few months? I mean, we could try to put the room aside on permanent reserve for you,” he suggested with a wink.
“No!” Cas and Dean responded in unison. Balthazar could only smirk and shake his head.
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So sorry it took me so long to upload these chapters here! I had them written and posted on Ao3, but I kept forgetting to post them on here!
Going on a deancas and babies reblog spree to help inspire some destiel pieces im working on this week
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.