The second one……..
I am so in love with his smile.
What if some kids made fun of dean for not having a mom tho
I hate you.
It’s in art class when it happens
The kindergarteners are supposed to be making cards for Mother’s Day
Dean’s making the biggest heart he can, covered in glitter and XO’s
The little girl next to him says, in that truthful yet mean way that kids have
‘But Dean, you ain’t got a mommy’
His little hands still over the table for just a second
‘Yes I have, an she’s the most beautiful mommy ever. But she’s with the angels now’
‘So how are you gonna give her that card?’
Dean thinks as he signs his name in big block letters at the bottom
‘I’ll find an angel’ he eventually answers
‘I’ll find an angel and give it to him an then he can take it to my mom’
He picks up his art and tries to shake off the extra glitter, most of it landing in his hair
‘I bet she’s gots lotsa friends up there, and everyone will know her’
He smiles big, just picturing it
fairywine answered: Little Cas and Dean together, with babysitter!Sam? PLEASE MAKE THIS HAPPEN!
“GIMME BACK MY ANGEL!!!!!”
“Dean, Cas isn’t a commodity! And you can have him back when you—OW, STOP THAT!!!!”
“Dean! You can play with Cas when you stop pulling on his wings.”
Cas sniffled into Sam’s shoulder and peered down at Dean who was tugging uselessly on the leash Sam had to wrap around him. He kept wandering off and tugging little Castiel around with him, determined to help him feed the ducks.
Dean stopped his war with the leash to glare and pout at Sam the only way a child can.
“Sam, Cas likes it! He told me so!”
Sam sighed and knelt down, letting Castiel’s feet touch the floor and let his wings flutter to the side.
“Cas? Is that true?”
Cas shyly ducked his head. “I like it sometimes but,” he stopped to glare at Dean, his tiny wings ruffling angrily. “Dean! Sometimes you pull too hard an’ it hurts.”
Cas felt his eyes water a little and he burrowed his head into Sam’s jacket. All of Dean’s fight when out of him and he looked helplessly at Sam. Sam pulled a face that looked like he smelled something nasty and also looked like an ‘I-told-you-so’ was on the horizon.
Dean hated when Sam was right.
He shuffled up to his angel and stroked a hand down Cas’ wings before resting on his back. “‘m sorry, Cas. I won’t touch your wings no more.”
Castiel’s head whipped around and glared at Dean. “No!” He blushed and shuffled even closer to Dean so there was very little space between them. “I like when you touch, just don’t tug, ‘kay?”
Dean nodded vigorously and reached around to hug his friend. He laughed when Castiel’s wings fluttered happily and knocked Dean around the ears.
Dean reached for the second harness at the end of Sam’s stupid kid leash and hooked Castiel into the restraint before grabbing his angel’s hand.
He looked up at Sam.
“C’mon, Sammy! Ducks!”
Sam’s mouth was hanging open and he felt the two little monsters in his care tug at the leash.
Cas looked up at him, tugging on his leash. “Come, Sam. Dean and I must provide for the ducklings! It’s the rules.”
Dean grinned and high-fived his friend before they both wrapped pudgy hands around the red harness and pulled. Between the two of them, they managed to get Sam walking towards the lake.
Sam just shook his head, baffled at the strange relationship between the baby angel and Dean. Kids these days.
I DIDN’T THINK IT WAS POSSIBLE TO DIE FROM CUTE BUT THERE YOU GO
Ok so I was looking at homemade duck ponds because my family and I got ducks a couple of weeks ago. I was searching google images to get ideas when this picture popped up. So thank you google for giving me this image of a baby TARDIS even though I was searching for duck ponds.
PARENTING DONE RIGHT!
i cannot stop laughing because why would he want an epidural
WHY WOULD HE WANT THE LOWER HALF OF HIS BODY NUMB WHILST HIS WIFE IS GIVING BIRTH THAT WOULD BE KINDA DISTRESSING FOR HIMSELF RIGHT
also i genuinely hope they call their son Maverick