Flock, 4 of 10
Title: Flock, 4 of 10
Second part of: Abe Verse
Author: ameonna1
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Castiel/Dean, Eventually Gabriel/Sam
Word Count: 500
Things to Know: AU, Minor language, fledgling fic, not mpreg, past injuries, loss of a partner.
Summary: Dean's adjusting to living with angels. Now if only he could get Cas out of his bed and off his mind.
He’s not sure whether he sees Cas more or less after that. He’s always in the back room now and Dean can hear the soft noises of paper shifting. Abe’s usually in his playpen in the hallway. Positioned so both Dean and Cas can keep an eye on him.
But then come the times where Dean looks up and Cas has quietly gravitated to the edge of his desk. He always has a question about organization or keeping things, like Dean will get upset if he throws some of that shit out. Dean always tells him to do what he thinks is best. Mostly because that’s what Dean always wants to hear when he’s given a project.
The week goes by easy, the angels are still touchy but Dean’s getting kinda used to that. The only thing that happened was Sam called the other day and Gabriel answered the phone. Next thing Dean knows Gabriel’s chattering all excited in Enochian because his brother is a giant nerd and has been learning the language from God knows where.
So far all Dean’s picking up is the cursing. But he mostly blames that on Gabriel.
He’s working up a profile on Incubi when Cas is there holding a wriggling Abe and frowning. It takes Dean a minutes to realize that Cas is both wearing shoes and a coat.
“Are you going somewhere?” He asks because while Gabriel leaves the house all the time, Cas hasn’t even gone out on the porch.
Cas gives him this brilliant long suffering look, “I... The library needs shelving and while Gabriel is adept at navigating human offices... I’m not sure he’ll... Constrain himself to the task at hand.”
“You’re making sure he doesn’t come back with crap?” Dean translates. “After that squirrel feeder you’d think you’d just let him make all the carpentry decisions.”
“An avant garde sculpture filled with peanuts is very different from what I had in mind for the library.”
Dean can’t help it. It’s really not what Cas says but how he says it that gets Dean laughing. He’s pretty sure Cas doesn’t know what sarcasm is yet but he sure as hell has the tone for it. He’s laughing so hard he doesn’t see Cas’ expression soften as he shifts Abdiel in his arms.
“Okay,” Dean’s still grinning, “You’re gonna go gets some shelves. Do you need me for something?”
Castiel nods but he’s still got that look on his face. “We will not be overlong but I... Could you guard Abdiel until we return?”
Dean is a second away from saying something stupid because duh, of course. But then he thinks about it. Cas hasn’t left the house in two months. He’s also never let Abe out of his sight. Dean’s pretty sure that this is a thing. A big thing.
“No problem,” Dean says.
He thinks the look Cas gives him as he passes Abe over is the closest thing to a smile the angel knows how to do.
Part Five
Second part of: Abe Verse
Author: ameonna1
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Castiel/Dean, Eventually Gabriel/Sam
Word Count: 500
Things to Know: AU, Minor language, fledgling fic, not mpreg, past injuries, loss of a partner.
Summary: Dean's adjusting to living with angels. Now if only he could get Cas out of his bed and off his mind.
He’s not sure whether he sees Cas more or less after that. He’s always in the back room now and Dean can hear the soft noises of paper shifting. Abe’s usually in his playpen in the hallway. Positioned so both Dean and Cas can keep an eye on him.
But then come the times where Dean looks up and Cas has quietly gravitated to the edge of his desk. He always has a question about organization or keeping things, like Dean will get upset if he throws some of that shit out. Dean always tells him to do what he thinks is best. Mostly because that’s what Dean always wants to hear when he’s given a project.
The week goes by easy, the angels are still touchy but Dean’s getting kinda used to that. The only thing that happened was Sam called the other day and Gabriel answered the phone. Next thing Dean knows Gabriel’s chattering all excited in Enochian because his brother is a giant nerd and has been learning the language from God knows where.
So far all Dean’s picking up is the cursing. But he mostly blames that on Gabriel.
He’s working up a profile on Incubi when Cas is there holding a wriggling Abe and frowning. It takes Dean a minutes to realize that Cas is both wearing shoes and a coat.
“Are you going somewhere?” He asks because while Gabriel leaves the house all the time, Cas hasn’t even gone out on the porch.
Cas gives him this brilliant long suffering look, “I... The library needs shelving and while Gabriel is adept at navigating human offices... I’m not sure he’ll... Constrain himself to the task at hand.”
“You’re making sure he doesn’t come back with crap?” Dean translates. “After that squirrel feeder you’d think you’d just let him make all the carpentry decisions.”
“An avant garde sculpture filled with peanuts is very different from what I had in mind for the library.”
Dean can’t help it. It’s really not what Cas says but how he says it that gets Dean laughing. He’s pretty sure Cas doesn’t know what sarcasm is yet but he sure as hell has the tone for it. He’s laughing so hard he doesn’t see Cas’ expression soften as he shifts Abdiel in his arms.
“Okay,” Dean’s still grinning, “You’re gonna go gets some shelves. Do you need me for something?”
Castiel nods but he’s still got that look on his face. “We will not be overlong but I... Could you guard Abdiel until we return?”
Dean is a second away from saying something stupid because duh, of course. But then he thinks about it. Cas hasn’t left the house in two months. He’s also never let Abe out of his sight. Dean’s pretty sure that this is a thing. A big thing.
“No problem,” Dean says.
He thinks the look Cas gives him as he passes Abe over is the closest thing to a smile the angel knows how to do.
Part Five