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Dean/Cas - Happy Father’s Day

Inspired by the fact that today is Father’s Day, here is a quick little destiel ficlet for you! Dean and Cas bring home their daughters for the very first time and adorable domestic fluff ensues <3 

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When Dean and Castiel were told their baby’s due date was Father’s Day, numerous jokes were made about how it would be ‘the best Father’s Day ever.’ When they found out they were expecting twins the tagline turned into ‘oh my gosh, it is a Father’s Day miracle!’ 

They didn’t actually expect their surrogate to go into labor at 8pm the night before Father’s Day. Regardless, 12 hours later they were handed two healthy, screaming bundles of brand-spanking-new human life and their lives were forever changed.

Happy Father’s Day, indeed. 

The first few hours were deceptively easy. The twins - Mary and Nova - seemed to enjoy the car ride home, making a few cooing noises from the backseat. Castiel sat between their carefully constructed and installed carseats, holding their carriers steady in case of any bumps in the road (an unnecessary precaution since there was no way in hell Dean was driving above 20 miles per hour ever again and all the other drivers on the road could suck it, thank you very much).  

Once they got the twins inside, a whole bunch of ‘firsts’ ensued. The twins’ first time napping in their bassinets (“Dean, make sure Mary has her blanket. She is going to get cold, Dean.” “Yeah, Cas, I got it.”). The first time feeding the twins their special baby formula as instructed by the nurse (“Dean, the nurse said to hold the bottle at a 45 degree angle -” “I got this Cas.” “But Dean that is much closer to a 90 degree angle than a -” “I got this, Cas.”). The first diaper changes (“I don’t got this, Cas.”). As the day continued, things got progressively more chaotic as the new dads learned what it truly meant to have not just one but two newborn babies.  

All hell broke lose around 7pm when Nova truly discovered the power of her itty bitty (but oh so powerful) baby lungs and started wailing like a banshee. Mary subsequently joined in because even though she was only younger by five minutes she already wanted to follow in her big sister’s footsteps. 

“Please, please, please stop crying, baby girl.” Dean begged Nova as he cradled her in his arms. “Maybe if you stop crying your sister will too.”

“I don’t think that is how it works, Dean.” Castiel was forlorn, bouncing the equally unhappy Mary in his arms. 

“Well, wadda ya say we give it a shot anyway, Nova? Wanna try settin’ a good example and teach Mary how to be quiet?” Nova’s screams only increased in volume. “I’ll take that as a no.” Dean sighed in defeat. 

“Maybe you should sing to them.” Castiel suggested. “I’ve read in several parenting books that music can be very soothing to babies.” 

“Dude, I am not singing to them.”

“Why not?” 

“I don’t sing, Cas.” 

“Of course you do.” Cas narrowed his eyes in frustration at Dean. “You have a lovely singing voice. I hear you in the shower every morning.” 

“Oh my god, Cas, it is not happening. You want someone to sing so badly why don’t you do it?” Dean challenged. 

Castiel shrugged, acquiescing, and took a deep breath before starting with, “Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are...” 

Unfortunately, Castiel’s singing, which could only be described as sounding like a chorus of tone deaf cats, prompted the twins to cry louder.

“Okay, okay stop, Cas, stop. I’ll do it. I’ll sing. Just. Stop.” Dean gasped, his eyes wide in panic as Nova’s face turned a new shade of red with the effort of her tantrum. “Dear lord, okay. You little rugrats better appreciate this.” Dean grumbled before sighing heavily and starting in with “My gift is my song, and this one’s for you...”

It was magic. Absolutely magic. As soon as Dean’s voice hit Nova’s ears, her eyes went wide in wonder and she stared at her dad’s face, utterly enthralled. Luckily, her cries started to subside the more Dean sang. 

“And you can tell everybody this is your song. It may be quite simple but...”

By the chorus of Dean’s rendition of ‘Your Song’ Nova had entirely quieted down, and Mary quickly followed suit. By the end of the song, the twins had drifted off to sleep in their fathers’ arms, peacefully breathing in their slumber. 

After very carefully placing the twins back in their bassinets so they could sleep, Castiel smiled at Dean knowingly. Dean rolled his eyes at his husband’s smug look. 

“Alright, just get it out already.” Dean whispered, not daring to risk waking the sleeping newborns. 

“I knew it would work.” Castiel whispered back. “You have such a lovely voice, Dean. I knew they would love hearing you.” 

“Yeah, well anything would’ve worked after your train wreck of a lullaby.” Dean scoffed. “I’ve heard you sing, by the way, and you’ve never sounded like that before...” Dean trailed off, and Castiel watched as comprehension (and a hint of betrayal) flashed across his partner’s face. Dean whipped around and pointed an accusing finger at his blue-eyed counterpart. “You bastard. You sang badly on purpose, didn’t you?” Castiel’s smirk was answer enough. “You did. I can’t believe you.” 

“I am sure I have no idea what you mean.” Castiel played innocent. 

“Wow. It has been less than 24 hours and you’re already the manipulative parent. How’s that make you feel?” Dean joked.

“It makes me feel stellar seeing as we have two perfect sleeping babies right now as a result.” Castiel looked fondly at Nova and Mary. 

“Yeah,” Dean followed Castiel’s gaze. “They are pretty perfect, aren’t they?” 

Castiel nodded, leaning his head onto Dean’s shoulder. “Happy Father’s Day, Dean.” 

Dean felt his breath catch in his throat a bit as it finally hit him. Father. He was a father. They were fathers. 

And he couldn’t be happier. 

Dean turned his head and kissed his husband’s forehead. “Yeah. Happy Father’s Day, Cas.” 

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Dean/Cas: Lost and Found

Prompt #42: “I swear it was an accident.” / 1,004 words

Requested by smilecastiel - I hope you like it! I had a two totally different ideas for this prompt, but this is the one I decided to go with. I might write the other idea I had sometime :p

What an exhausting day. After TAing three back-to-back morning lectures for his least favorite religious studies professor, Cas had spent four hours working on his dissertation in the university library. While it had been a productive afternoon, he was definitely ready to leave grad school behind for the evening and relax.

Unfortunately for him, when he opened the door to his house, what greeted him was unbridled chaos.

The place had been ransacked. Every couch cushion was on the floor, every table turned on its side, all the drawers opened and their contents strewn across the floor.

Cas’ immediate thought was that there had been a break in. His next thought was that the intruder might still be in the house. His thoughts seemed to be confirmed when he heard a thump come from the kitchen.

Cas went into fight mode, grabbing an umbrella from near the door and wielding it in front of him like a sword. He supposed it would more intimidating if it didn’t happen to be the bright rainbow one he insisted on buying for the beach last summer, but it would have to do.

Cas tiptoed towards the kitchen. He took a deep breath before jumping into the room, guns – erm, umbrella – blazing.

“I must warn you, I am armed and dangerous!” Cas roared as he surged forward blindly, ready to strike the home invader.

“Wha – OH MY GOD CAS WHAT THE HELL!?”

Cas startled at the sound of the voice shouting back at him, causing him to pull the umbrella up short before it hit its target. “Dean?”

“Of course it’s me, you psycho.” Dean grabbed the umbrella out of his boyfriend’s hand. “What the hell, man?”

“I thought you were an intruder.” Cas defended lamely.

“What were you gonna do? Mary Poppins me to death?”

Cas’ eyes narrowed in confusion. “I don’t understand that reference.”

“Never mind.” Dean shook his head, putting the umbrella down. “We have bigger problems on our hands.”

“Clearly.” Cas raised his eyebrows at Dean as he surveyed the disaster zone that was the kitchen. “Why are you tearing apart our home?”

Cas watched as Dean’s face went from indignant about the umbrella to utterly crestfallen and distressed over whatever was going on.

“Dean,” Cas’ voice was laced with concern. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Cas,” Dean’s voice was wrecked. “I swear it was an accident.”

“What was an accident?”

“I didn’t mean to – I was just trying to help him!” Dean stressed.

“Him? Who is him?” Cas prompted, thoroughly confused.

“He kept making noise so I figured he wanted attention and you’re always talking about how we need to bond more or some shit so I thought what the hell I’ll give it a shot.” Dean started to ramble, clearly panicking. “He seemed antsy so I thought maybe he wants some food and I opened the door to his cage and I turned around for two seconds – two seconds, Cas – and when I turned back around he was gone. Like, vanished.”

“Alfie? You’re talking about Alfie?”

“YES – Alfie, Cas. I lost Alfie. I can’t find him anywhere.” Dean looked like he was physically in pain from his admission of guilt. “Please don’t hate me. I know I wasn’t crazy about him when you brought the rat –

“Guinea pig.” Cas corrected with a glare.

“Yeah, that…ginnywhatever pig.” Dean continued, frazzled. “I know I gave you a rough time about him but I swear I wouldn’t just lose him like this. I didn’t even know he could climb out of his cage! What is he, some kind of super pig? Aren’t pigs supposed to be lazy?”

Cas rolled his eyes. “He isn’t an actual pig, Dean. And for the record, regular pigs can also be quite fast.”

“Oh my god, Cas, enough with the animal kingdom lesson.” Dean ran his hand down his face in distress. “The point is he is gone and it is my fault and he didn’t even get the damn carrot I was going to give him as a treat.” Dean pulled the carrot out his back pocket and shook it in front of Cas’ face to emphasize his point.

Cas let out an exasperated sigh. “He isn’t gone, Dean.”

“Uh, yeah, he is.” Dean gave Cas a perplexed look. “In case you didn’t notice, I’ve kinda been looking for him and the lost pig refuses to be found.”

“Guinea pig.” Cas turned on his heels and started to head down the hall. “And he isn’t gone. You just don’t know where to look.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Dean trailed after Cas anxiously.

“He has a favorite spot.” Cas explained as he led Dean into his office.

“A favorite spot? Why the hell didn’t I know about this favorite spot?”

“Probably for the same reason you can’t seem to remember that he is a guinea pig.” Cas chided.

“Very funny, Cas.” Dean snapped. “So where is this ‘favorite spot?’”

“Right here.” Cas pulled back the curtain to the bay window in his office, and there was Alfie, peacefully sitting atop one of the bench cushions. “He likes to sit in the sun.”

“Well I’ll be damned.” Dean’s eyes went wide in shock. “The little bastard was here the whole damn time.”  

“Language, Dean.” Cas chastised as he sat down next to Alfie.

“How’d he even get up here?”

“He uses my books piled on the floor as steps.”

“Huh. He’s a tricky little guinea pig, isn’t he?”

“Hey! You got it right!” Cas smiled up at Dean.

“Yeah, yeah.” Dean rolled his eyes, but Cas noted the fond look in Dean’s eyes, relief spreading across his face now that Alfie had been found.

Dean pointed the carrot he still had in his possession at Alfie. “You better enjoy this carrot, you little rascal.”

“I’m sure he will, Dean.” Cas chuckled. “Now, about the state of our house…” Dean groaned in response, causing Cas to laugh harder.

Meanwhile, Alfie munched on his carrot, happily basking in his favorite sunny spot.

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Dean/Cas - Take It Off

Prompt #35: “You heard me. Take. It. Off.” / 989 words

Requested by boyfrienddean - I hope you like it! 

When Dean agreed to go tux shopping with his soon-to-be-husband for their upcoming wedding, he assumed it would be a half hour job, max. How hard could be to pick out a tux? Have the tailor take some measurements, order the thing in black, pick out a tie and boom – ready to walk down the aisle.

Then again, he had never been tux shopping with Cas.

Cas. His drop dead gorgeous, deep voiced, blue-eyed fiancé. Who apparently had to try on every single goddamn tux in the entire store before making a decision.  

Dean had picked out his tux in ten minutes flat. Black. Form fitting. Bowtie. Classic. No fuss, no muss. Cas, on the other hand, seemed hell bent and determined to leave no pocket square unturned in his search for the perfect wedding day attire. His most recent casualty was a deep grey number that he had quickly nixed the moment he stepped out and saw himself in the mirror.

“What was wrong with that one?” Dean questioned as Cas went back into the dressing room to try on the next formal wear victim.

“It was too serious.”

“Too serious?” Dean was sure Cas could hear the exasperation in his voice. “How can a tux be too serious? It’s friggin’ formal wear. It’s supposed to be serious. That’s like it’s one job.”

“I have to wear serious suits every day at the office. I don’t want to feel like I am doing business on our wedding day, Dean.” Dean could practically feel Cas glaring through the dressing room curtain at him.

“But you looked so hot in the grey one.” Dean whined.

“While I appreciate you evaluating my hotness like I’m on some reality dating show, I’m still moving on.”

“I just don’t understand why you can’t just friggin’ pick one.” Dean muttered under his breath.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing.” Dean rolled his eyes. “Just hurry up with the next one already. Let’s get this 3 hour fashion show back on the road.”

Cas actually popped his head out from behind the curtain this time to ensure that Dean could see his scowl. “I would appreciate some more support, Dean. This is only the most important day of our lives I’m dressing for.”

“And I would love to live long enough to get to that day, but I am pretty sure I am going to die in this shop at the rate you’re going.”

“You’re insufferable.” Cas threw the curtain back in place.

“Cas, they are all starting to look the same, so just pick one. I’m begging you.”

Dean heard a humph and some more shuffling and then, “I think I actually like this one.”

“Thank god.” Dean threw his hands up in victory. “Come on out and we can place the order with the – ”

Dean stopped mid sentence, his train of thought derailed when he saw Cas emerge from the dressing room. “Oh my god.”

“I like that reaction.” Cas smiled at Dean. “Got you speechless, huh?”

Dean finally spoke, his mouth catching up with his brain. “You’re kidding, right?”

“What? No.” Cas frowned. “Don’t you like it?”

“It is blue. Like. Bright blue. Blue like the sky.” Dean’s voice sounded pained.

“It is distinct.”

“It has ruffles.”

“Gives it character. Makes it festive!”

“I honest to god can’t tell if you are serious right now.” The look on Cas’ face told Dean he was not, in fact, kidding. “You have tried on, what…30 suits and that’s the one you like?!” Dean looked at his fiancé in horror.

“You don’t have to be so negative about it.” Cas crossed his arms defensively.

“Babe. I love you. But there is literally no way in hell you are marrying me wearing that…thing.” Dean scrunched up his nose in disgust.

“Dean, be reasonable.”

“Nope. Take it off.”

“Dean.”

“Not gonna happen, Cas.” Dean’s voice was firm. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

Cas narrowed his eyes at his fiancé, and Dean could tell he was deciding whether this was the sword he was willing to fall on. Dean held his breath, hoping with all his might that Cas would let this one go.

“Fine.” Cas sighed, turning on his heels to go back into the dressing room. “I will go with the grey suit. But I am picking whatever tie I want.”

“Yes. Good. Okay.” Dean slouched back on the couch in relief. “You pick out the craziest, ruffliest tie you can find. As long as you’re wearing that grey suit that makes your ass look like a million bucks.”

That comment earned him another irritated “Dean” from behind the dressing room curtain.

Six Months Later

“I told you the grey one was the right choice.” Dean wrapped his arm’s around his husband’s waist, pulling him close and indecently giving him a onceover with his eyes now that they were finally alone in the honeymoon suite. “You looked gorgeous in your suit coming down that aisle, babe.”

“Hmm,” Cas hummed contentedly as Dean’s mouth descended on his neck. “I’m not so sure I am a fan of your tux.”

“Oh really?” Dean pulled away to give his husband a knowing look.

“Nope.” Cas quipped, pupils blown wide with lust as he manhandled Dean into the bedroom and towards the bed. “In fact, I hate it so much that I think you should take it off immediately.”

Dean sauntered backwards towards the bed, a devilish grin on his face, knowing exactly how to push all of Cas’ buttons as he roughly pulled his bowtie loose from his neck. “Is that so?”

“You heard me.” Cas invaded his husband’s personal space until the back of Dean’s knees hit the bed. “Take.” Cas pressed a hot kiss to Dean’s throat. “It.” His mouth found Dean’s pulse point. “Off.” He sucked on Dean’s lower lip, the man groaning in response.

Dean was pretty sure he had never undressed faster in his life.

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