Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, Claire Novak, Kaia Nieves
Word Count: 1,100
Warnings: swearing
A/N: I came up with this out of nowhere and I fucking love it 😂🖤
Jack was bouncing around the bunker, talking a mile a minute, while he pulled Claire from room to room. Sam, Dean, and Cas were sitting around the table in the kitchen trying to enjoy lunch, but the flash of color that flew by the doorway every few minutes kept distracting them.
“What the hell is Jack doing?” Dean asked around a mouthful of burger, brushing crumbs from his hands.
“Something about celebrating,” Cas mumbled without taking his eyes off his book.
“Celebrating what?” Dean pressed, nudging the angel’s arm.
“It’s September 18th,” Cas provided, flipping the page of his book.
“Wait, that’s the night you two met,” Sam cut in, raising a brow. “Is Jack celebrating you two meeting?”
“Yes,” Cas sighed, finally looking up from his book just in time to see Jack blur past the doorway again. “He thinks it’s important to celebrate the beginning of what we’ve created here.”
“That’s…actually kind of sweet,” Sam offered, his eyes softening.
“It makes it sound like we’re married,” Dean huffed, tilting his head down to hide his face.
“Might as well be,” Sam grumbled under his breath, earning a dirty look from Dean.
“I didn’t want to discourage his excitement,” Cas confessed. “If it makes you uncomfortable, Dean, I can ask him not to continue.”
“Nah, Cas. It’s fine, it makes him happy,” Dean grunted, shaking his head. Sam tilted his head back, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face; Dean threw a chunk of his bun at the giant pain in the ass, shooting him a death glare.
Dean wandered into the War Room as Jack and Claire appeared at the top of the bunker steps, holding a handful of balloons.
“What the hell are you doing with those?” Dean called, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You’re supposed to have balloons at a celebration!” Jack shouted, a smile lighting up his face.
“He’s your kid,” Claire snorted, pounding down the steps.
“He gets this from Cas,” Dean countered. Claire laughed, throwing her head back, leaving Jack to handle the balloons. Cas appeared in the entryway to the library, skeptically watching the balloons bounce as Jack hurried down the steps.
“What is the purpose of those?” Cas whispered as he approached Dean.
“Decoration,” Dean replied, taking a deep, calming breath.
“Interesting,” Cas mumbled, tilting his head. Jack ran past the two, smacking Dean in the face with a balloon in passing; Cas snorted loudly in an attempt to cover his laughter.
“Asshole,” Dean grunted, shouldering a still laughing Cas as he followed Jack.
Claire, Kaia, and Jack were crowed around the end of the table in the library, loudly discussing a hunt Claire and Kaia just finished as they ate dinner. Sam, Cas, and Dean watched from the other end of the table, each of them smiling fondly at the three. Dean kicked his feet up on the empty chair next to him, causing the balloon tied to the arm to bob back and forth.
“Hey, Cas,” Dean mumbled, rolling his head onto his shoulder to see the angel.
“Yes, Dean,” he replied, tearing his eyes away from their kids.
“I have an idea,” Dean started, sitting up in his chair again.
“Oh no,” Sam whispered, shooting his brother a terrified look.
“Pipe down, Samantha,” Dean quipped, leaning over to untie the balloon.
“I’m not sure I like this idea,” Cas conceded, shifting away from Dean.
“Don’t listen to Sammy,” Dean scolded, hugging the balloon to his chest. “Here, come closer.” Cas’ eye flickered between his face and the balloon wrapped in his arms before quickly chancing a glance at the younger Winchester; Sam squinted at his brother when it dawned on him.
“It’s okay, Cas. It’s nothing bad,” Sam assured, chewing on his top lip. Cas took a deep breath and scooted his chair closer, meeting Dean halfway.
“Okay, so what you’re gonna do is put your mouth over the hole in the balloon and breath in,” Dean instructed, uncurling his arm from around the balloon.
“Why?” Cas tilted his head and squinted, sitting back in his chair, rethinking his decision.
“Trust me,” Dean insisted, smiling warmly at the angel. Cas rolled his eyes but leaned closer to Dean; the older Winchester held the balloon out, letting him breathe in the helium. Cas narrowed his eyes when he sat up again.
“I didn’t feel anything.” Dean’s mouth fell open, a smile spreading across his face before he burst into uncontrollable laughter. “What’s wrong with my voice!” Cas gently grabbed his throat, instantly panicking as he turned to Sam, who was trying with every muscle in his body to keep from laughing. “Dean!”
“No,” Dean wheezed, tumbling to the floor as he doubled over. Sam finally lost any bit of self-control, dropping his head onto the library table and laughing so hard his entire body shook.
“What the fucks going on down there?” Claire snapped, narrowing her eyes at the incapacitated Winchesters.
“Something’s wrong,” Cas squeaked, his eyes wide with panic. Claire’s mouth dropped open comically before she screamed with laughter, toppling out of her chair to join Dean on the floor.
“Cas, what happened?” Jack shouted, hurrying towards his father.
“I don’t know.” Cas’ voice started to get deeper again, the helium wearing off and sending his heart rate back to normal. “It’s wearing off?”
“Cas,” Kaia called, smiling at him. “When you inhale helium, it makes your voice higher. You’re okay.”
“Thank you, Kaia,” Cas replied, his voice mostly back to normal now. Sam, Dean, and Claire were still howling with laughter but actively trying to contain themselves.
“Shit,” Dean choked, clutching his stomach. “I-I can’t handle h-hearing that again.”
“You’re terrible,” Cas grumbled, gently kicking Dean’s shoulder.
“I damn near pissed myself,” Dean snorted, rolling onto his back and wiping at his eyes. Claire had crawled back into her seat, laying her cheek against the table as she huffed out soft laughs every couple of seconds. Sam had pushed away from the table, bracing his arms on his knees and letting his head hang as he took shaky inhales.
“How does it work?” Jack asked, his voice high enough to break glass. The room fell silent for a second before they flew into another fit of laughter. Cas covered his face with his hands, laughing uncontrollably along with Sam, Dean, Claire, and Kaia again. Jack stood next to Cas, smiling proudly at his family. The bunker was filled with joy and laughter until they ran out of helium, and everyone was exhausted; Jack considered the celebration of September 18th a success.
Well, I'm really disappointed with the Supernatural final. After Cas sacrificing his life for Dean it wasn't powerful at all. No happiness or nostalgia. Just feeling left alone without discussing all that happened.
Look At Me Now. - A View Through The Eyes of Dean Winchester.
Words: - 500.
by psyleedee.
Look at me now.
I can't believe it.
I'm in love. Tragic, right?
And most of all, with Cas? My best friend? Sam's best friend? Huh. Unbelievable.
Look at me now.
I catch myself smiling whenever Cas is. And that's something, because the guy rarely smiles. I mean, you could just show him kittens, and he would melt, but there's this gummy smile he has, where I know his laugh is genuine. Where I can see the love in my eyes reflect in his.
I don't know how it happened. I thought I'd know when and how I was falling in love, but with Cas, it was so effortless. I didn't even know I was falling. It was as easy and pleasant as listening to my favourite Zep tape over and over again. At nights, I'd find myself laying awake, thinking about how we came here. How we made it up as we went. How we loved and lost and won and loved again.
Look at me now.
Grinning like an idiot. Cause Cas smiled at me when I handed him his mug of coffee. Shit, love does make you an idiot, doesn't it? It's so strange, because hey, I'm a grown man, I shouldn't be blushing like a goddamn teenager, because the man I love smiled at me and touched my hand. Scratch that, brushed fingers. Only. Those slender, calloused fingers, those light wrinkles on Cas's face, the delicate curve of his lips when he smiles, the glow on his face every morning, the innocent blinking of his baby blues, his rumbly laughter... Fuck, I'm an idiot, aren't I?
Look at me now.
I'm a mess. Why? Because he left. Turned his back on me. Walked right out.
I think I'm gonna- I'm gonna puke. It's too suffocating. Too nauseating. What does he mean it's time for him to move on? He can't just leave me? Besides, what did I even say? It was true? Why did he have to screw the goddamn plan? I just- I can't stay here. It hasn't even been a minute, and the bunker echoes with silence. Because he's gone. Because the love of my life is gone.
Look at me now.
Standing so close to Cas, cause the dumbass just doesn't understand personal space. His eyes pierce into mine. He's been crying. I know. I can see the familiar red rim around his eyes. I can't stand it. I can feel tears trickle onto my cheek.
"You goddamn idiot. Why did you leave me?"
"It's not always my fault. You keep blaming me for things that I have nothing to do with. Mary's death, yes alright, I didn't tell you about Jack because for the first time, I had a family. I had Jack, I had Sam, I- I had you... And Jack's death... And the apocalypse... I- I wasn't strong enough..."
"Cas you're... You're strong... Stronger than me or Sam, I'm- I'm sorry I made you feel so-"
I can't say it. But he can.
"Useless."
I wince. It's the truth.
"I-"
"It's okay. I know where I belong now."
I look up. For the first time in the past hour, I look up at him. He's turning away, just like last time, only this time, I know better.
"Here."
I grab his arm.
"You belong here, Cas, in my arms."
He pauses and studies me for a second.
"What...?"
"I'm not letting you go again. Not ever."
It hits me. Like a truck, over and over again. I'm in love.
"I love you. I can't lose you. Not again."
Cas stares at me. Surprised, then touched, then melancholic. I shut my eyes. I can't face this rejection. I'm not strong enough. I expect his hand to leave mine, yet instead, I only feel soft hands caress my cheek, and a warm body press against my own.
"I love you too. But you hurt me, Dean. So much."
"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, anything."
Castiel pulls back and watches me, silently.
"I-"
"I'll do my best to keep you happy Cas," I take his hand into mine and hold it against my heart, "I promise."
Castiel smiles through a few tears and I bury my head against his neck, holding him close.
Look at me now.
Here I am, on my bed, Cas asleep in my arms, one of my old grey t-shirts clinging to his chest, his leg thrown over mine as he snores peacefully. I brush my fingers through his hair and press a kiss to his forehead.
