The Beauty of Love As It Was Made To Be 19/?
Title: The Beauty of Love As It Was Made To Be 19/?
Rating: PG
Pairing and Characters: Dean/Cas, Faith, Sam/Sarah
Spoilers/Warnings: none I can think of
Word Count: ~1,900 (this chapter)
Summary: This is a sequel to "Like To Stay in Heaven..." you don't have to read that first to start this, but it would help a lot. That masterpost is here. You do need to read the prologue which is here. This starts two months after the end of my version of season 7.
This chapter: Two years after the previous chapter. Short fluffy chapter of Christmas at the bunker.
Notes: This story will most likely turn into another monster. I've had this story in mind for a while and haven't had a way to write it out. It could go on for a long time to see Dean and Cas' daughter grow to an adult.
Previous
“Come on, honey, they’ll be here any second.” Dean called as his daughter looked for her favorite rose hairpin. Sam, Sarah, and Henry were on their way over to have a proper Christmas for the first time. Last year they had gone up to New York but had to cut it short when Garth sent a 911 to them and they had to leave. This year, Dean had told them that they were off limits unless the world was ending and every other hunter was dead.
Cas’s voice carried from the next room. “Dean, help me with these gifts.”
“Coming.” Dean watched his phone as Sam’s position on the GPS disappeared. They had found that the bunker was in a blank spot with a couple mile radius, which meant they were close. He carried the large pile of presents into the library where they had set up the Christmas tree.
“Daddy!” Faith ran through the bunker with a few wrapped gifts in her hands. “Add mine too!”
Dean and Cas smiled as she stopped next to them and lifted her presents up with a wide smile. “Of course. We can’t forget yours.” Dean put them next to the other gifts.
There was an abundant amount of gifts since Faith’s and Henry’s birthdays were this month. Henry was only two, so his were more for Sam and Sarah but Faith was five this year and she would be getting more toys and clothes.
“Look, I found it.” Faith beamed as she turned her head and showed off her large rose burette. It matched her red dress. “Poppa, could you fix my bow?” She took Cas’s hand and turned her back to him where her sash hung loose in a badly tied knot.
“Sure.” Cas pulled the fabric loose and started over. He was almost done when a loud knock echoed off the walls.
“I got it.” Dean jogged to the large front door and opened it for Sam and Sarah. “Hi, guys.”
Sarah was holding Henry’s hand and a casserole dish in the other. Sam was behind her with a bag slung over his shoulder like a real Santa Claus. Sarah smiled and held the dish out. “Hello, Dean.”
Dean took the food and stood aside to let them come in. Sam half-hugged Dean as he passed through the door. Faith came running as Dean shut the door, and hugged Sarah’s leg.
“Aunt Sarah!” She then turned to Henry and leaned down to hug him, making sure it wasn’t too hard. “Hi, Henry.” Henry looked at her shyly, right thumb in his mouth, before turning into Sarah’s legs and hiding his face.
“Oh, you’re shy now, huh?” Sarah rubbed his head gently.
Faith’s eyes lit up when she saw Sam with his huge bag. “Uncle Sammy! What is that?” She bounced on her toes as he knelt down next to her and opened his bag.
“What is this?” He dug inside. “That depends, have you been a good girl this year, Faith?” She nodded vigorously. “Are you sure?”
“Yes!” She laughed and tried to look in the bag.
“Alright, then this is for you.” He held out a brightly wrapped box.
She squealed and took it. She sat down and started opening it when Dean stopped her. “Faith, we’ll open them all later. You can wait a little.”
“Daddy.” She whined and frowned.
“It won’t go anywhere, come on.” He held a hand out to her. “Help me and Poppa get the food ready.”
Sam shared a sympathetic look with her and took the gift back as she walked over to the kitchen. He set out the rest of their presents with the others and joined everyone in the kitchen, Sarah following behind with Henry.
The large dining table that had been on the second floor was now downstairs outside the kitchen and was filled with plates and large amounts of food. Dean had cooked most of it, with a little help from Cas, and was smiling proudly as Sam and Sarah looked shocked.
“You made all this?” Sam knew his brother had been settling into domestic life well, but not to this extent.
“Yep.” Dean pulled a chair out for Faith as she jumped up to sit.
“I’m impressed, Dean.” Sarah picked up Henry to put him in the highchair that had been Faith’s. The boy wiggled in annoyance at the confines of the chair.
The boy was looking more like Sam every time Dean saw him. His dark brown hair was shaggy and reached his eyebrows. His eyes were green with just a hint of brown around his iris and round like Sarah’s, but his nose was a mirror of his father. The pout he was now sporting was also just like Sam’s.
“He really doesn’t like the highchair, does he?” Dean laughed as Henry turned his puppy eyes to his parents. “Just like your father.”
They all sat around the table. Cas had sliced the turkey and made up a plate of all the food for Faith before sitting with his own. Everyone talked as the food slowly disappeared. When it was mostly gone, Dean brought out the pumpkin pie.
“Did you make this too?” Sam was ready to throw holy water at Dean to make sure it was really his brother.
“Actually, I bought it.” Cas clarified as he cleared a spot on the table for the dessert.
Everyone took a slice, a small piece for Henry, and complimented Cas on his choice. Dean passed out the eggnog for the adults and filled Faith’s cup with soda, which was a treat for her.
It was a few hours after their arrival that they finally moved to the library to pass out the presents. Faith rushed out ahead of them to settle on the floor close to the tree.
“Faith, you want to hand them out since you’re so close to them?” Dean sat on the couch next to Cas and Sarah. Sam sat on the floor with Henry.
“Okay.” Faith crawled forward and grabbed a couple boxes. She walked back and forth, handing gifts with a smile and leaving hers in a section by the tree. They let her go first since she was so excited.
Faith got a few new outfits, some toy soldiers, and a pack of stick on earrings from Dean and Cas. Sam and Sarah got her a crayon tower of 150 colors, wash out colors for her hair, temporary tattoos, and more paints with an actual easel.
“God did you get her enough stuff to make a mess?” Dean could imagine the amount of cleaning he and Cas would have to do after she got into her new toys.
“She’s a kid, she has every right to make a mess.” Sarah was happy with their gifts when Faith looked at them with excitement.
The rest of them opened their gifts and were all happy with what they got. Henry crawled over to Faith as she opened the box of crayons and pulled out some paper. He watched her with a frown until she moved the box over in his reach and gave him his own sheet of paper. He smiled and grabbed a green crayon and scribbled all over the paper.
“Got an artist there, Sam.” Dean laughed as the boy used both hands to cover the page with green lines.
“We can’t all have nephilim kids.” He shook his head as Henry looked at his work and cried out with happiness.
Cas stood and started picking up the wrapping paper littering the floor.
“Cas, just leave it.” Dean knew Cas liked to keep things clean, but he wanted him to relax.
“It won’t take me long.” He gathered most of it in a pile.
“I’ll help.” Sam moved across the floor next to the coloring children and helped Cas pick up the mess.
“Sam, you’re a guest.” Dean rolled his eyes as Sam waved him off.
“I’m actually surprised how much Sam cleans up around our house.” Sarah leaned in to talk to Dean so Sam wouldn’t hear. “I thought I would be picking up after him, but he’s usually doing most of the housework.”
“Really? Well, I guess I’m not that surprised he was always a little OCD about that.”
Sarah nodded knowingly and shared a laugh with Dean. “I guess Cas is the same way?”
Dean shrugged. “Not usually. He cleans more than me but I think he’s just wanting to keep busy.”
Sam and Cas filled the bag Sam had brought and put it aside before returning to the couch.
“You feel better now?”
“Yeah, I do.” Sam squeezed on the couch next to Sarah and put his arm around her.
They sat quietly for a few minutes while the kids talked to each other. When Cas stood again and said he was going to clean up the kitchen, Dean grabbed him and pulled him back to the couch and told him to stay there.
Sam laughed. “You know, I think this is the first time we’ve had a real Christmas together.” He looked at Dean. “The closest we ever got before this was back when…” his voice faltered. Although it was over and Dean was alive now, Sam didn’t like talking about that year before going to Hell.
“When it was my last Christmas.” Dean finished for him. “Yeah, that was a good one. Hopefully, we can do this more now. I wouldn’t mind being able to have a few days to relax with family now and again.”
As the afternoon darkened to night, Dean led everyone to the projector room, which seemed to be Dean’s favorite room. They all settled into the multiple chairs and loveseats as Dean started It’s A Wonderful Life. Sam commented on how Dean had turned into a cheese-filled softie. Dean threw popcorn at him and told him to shut up.
The kids fell asleep sitting with their parents and by the end of the film, the four adults joined their kids in sleep.
Dean was the first to wake up in the dark room. He felt Faith leaning against his chest and he smiled. The warmth of Cas leaning on his shoulder added to his contentment and he wanted nothing more than to stay there all night but he knew they would all regret it later.
He tapped Cas softly until he blinked and lifted his head in confusion. Dean brought a finger to his lips and pointed to the others curled up together on the couch. Sam was on his back, Henry flat on his chest, and Sarah tucked in next to him, her hand entwined with Sam’s.
Cas smiled at the sight and wished he had a camera. He saw the same look in Dean’s eye. Dean leaned his head closer and Cas met him in a short kiss. Dean then stood and adjusted Faith in his arms. She curled into Dean in sleep.
Cas moved over to wake Sam. Sam woke up Sarah and they moved to their room with Henry sleeping in Sam’s arms. Cas went to meet Dean in their room. Dean was yawning and taking off his shirt when he closed the door. They didn’t talk as they got ready for bed. Both of them were tired and more than happy to go back to sleep. They slipped under the covers and Cas curled his arms around Dean’s chest. Dean smiled and kissed Cas’s forehead before wrapping his arms around him and falling asleep.
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Rating: PG
Pairing and Characters: Dean/Cas, Faith, Sam/Sarah
Spoilers/Warnings: none I can think of
Word Count: ~1,900 (this chapter)
Summary: This is a sequel to "Like To Stay in Heaven..." you don't have to read that first to start this, but it would help a lot. That masterpost is here. You do need to read the prologue which is here. This starts two months after the end of my version of season 7.
This chapter: Two years after the previous chapter. Short fluffy chapter of Christmas at the bunker.
Notes: This story will most likely turn into another monster. I've had this story in mind for a while and haven't had a way to write it out. It could go on for a long time to see Dean and Cas' daughter grow to an adult.
Previous
“Come on, honey, they’ll be here any second.” Dean called as his daughter looked for her favorite rose hairpin. Sam, Sarah, and Henry were on their way over to have a proper Christmas for the first time. Last year they had gone up to New York but had to cut it short when Garth sent a 911 to them and they had to leave. This year, Dean had told them that they were off limits unless the world was ending and every other hunter was dead.
Cas’s voice carried from the next room. “Dean, help me with these gifts.”
“Coming.” Dean watched his phone as Sam’s position on the GPS disappeared. They had found that the bunker was in a blank spot with a couple mile radius, which meant they were close. He carried the large pile of presents into the library where they had set up the Christmas tree.
“Daddy!” Faith ran through the bunker with a few wrapped gifts in her hands. “Add mine too!”
Dean and Cas smiled as she stopped next to them and lifted her presents up with a wide smile. “Of course. We can’t forget yours.” Dean put them next to the other gifts.
There was an abundant amount of gifts since Faith’s and Henry’s birthdays were this month. Henry was only two, so his were more for Sam and Sarah but Faith was five this year and she would be getting more toys and clothes.
“Look, I found it.” Faith beamed as she turned her head and showed off her large rose burette. It matched her red dress. “Poppa, could you fix my bow?” She took Cas’s hand and turned her back to him where her sash hung loose in a badly tied knot.
“Sure.” Cas pulled the fabric loose and started over. He was almost done when a loud knock echoed off the walls.
“I got it.” Dean jogged to the large front door and opened it for Sam and Sarah. “Hi, guys.”
Sarah was holding Henry’s hand and a casserole dish in the other. Sam was behind her with a bag slung over his shoulder like a real Santa Claus. Sarah smiled and held the dish out. “Hello, Dean.”
Dean took the food and stood aside to let them come in. Sam half-hugged Dean as he passed through the door. Faith came running as Dean shut the door, and hugged Sarah’s leg.
“Aunt Sarah!” She then turned to Henry and leaned down to hug him, making sure it wasn’t too hard. “Hi, Henry.” Henry looked at her shyly, right thumb in his mouth, before turning into Sarah’s legs and hiding his face.
“Oh, you’re shy now, huh?” Sarah rubbed his head gently.
Faith’s eyes lit up when she saw Sam with his huge bag. “Uncle Sammy! What is that?” She bounced on her toes as he knelt down next to her and opened his bag.
“What is this?” He dug inside. “That depends, have you been a good girl this year, Faith?” She nodded vigorously. “Are you sure?”
“Yes!” She laughed and tried to look in the bag.
“Alright, then this is for you.” He held out a brightly wrapped box.
She squealed and took it. She sat down and started opening it when Dean stopped her. “Faith, we’ll open them all later. You can wait a little.”
“Daddy.” She whined and frowned.
“It won’t go anywhere, come on.” He held a hand out to her. “Help me and Poppa get the food ready.”
Sam shared a sympathetic look with her and took the gift back as she walked over to the kitchen. He set out the rest of their presents with the others and joined everyone in the kitchen, Sarah following behind with Henry.
The large dining table that had been on the second floor was now downstairs outside the kitchen and was filled with plates and large amounts of food. Dean had cooked most of it, with a little help from Cas, and was smiling proudly as Sam and Sarah looked shocked.
“You made all this?” Sam knew his brother had been settling into domestic life well, but not to this extent.
“Yep.” Dean pulled a chair out for Faith as she jumped up to sit.
“I’m impressed, Dean.” Sarah picked up Henry to put him in the highchair that had been Faith’s. The boy wiggled in annoyance at the confines of the chair.
The boy was looking more like Sam every time Dean saw him. His dark brown hair was shaggy and reached his eyebrows. His eyes were green with just a hint of brown around his iris and round like Sarah’s, but his nose was a mirror of his father. The pout he was now sporting was also just like Sam’s.
“He really doesn’t like the highchair, does he?” Dean laughed as Henry turned his puppy eyes to his parents. “Just like your father.”
They all sat around the table. Cas had sliced the turkey and made up a plate of all the food for Faith before sitting with his own. Everyone talked as the food slowly disappeared. When it was mostly gone, Dean brought out the pumpkin pie.
“Did you make this too?” Sam was ready to throw holy water at Dean to make sure it was really his brother.
“Actually, I bought it.” Cas clarified as he cleared a spot on the table for the dessert.
Everyone took a slice, a small piece for Henry, and complimented Cas on his choice. Dean passed out the eggnog for the adults and filled Faith’s cup with soda, which was a treat for her.
It was a few hours after their arrival that they finally moved to the library to pass out the presents. Faith rushed out ahead of them to settle on the floor close to the tree.
“Faith, you want to hand them out since you’re so close to them?” Dean sat on the couch next to Cas and Sarah. Sam sat on the floor with Henry.
“Okay.” Faith crawled forward and grabbed a couple boxes. She walked back and forth, handing gifts with a smile and leaving hers in a section by the tree. They let her go first since she was so excited.
Faith got a few new outfits, some toy soldiers, and a pack of stick on earrings from Dean and Cas. Sam and Sarah got her a crayon tower of 150 colors, wash out colors for her hair, temporary tattoos, and more paints with an actual easel.
“God did you get her enough stuff to make a mess?” Dean could imagine the amount of cleaning he and Cas would have to do after she got into her new toys.
“She’s a kid, she has every right to make a mess.” Sarah was happy with their gifts when Faith looked at them with excitement.
The rest of them opened their gifts and were all happy with what they got. Henry crawled over to Faith as she opened the box of crayons and pulled out some paper. He watched her with a frown until she moved the box over in his reach and gave him his own sheet of paper. He smiled and grabbed a green crayon and scribbled all over the paper.
“Got an artist there, Sam.” Dean laughed as the boy used both hands to cover the page with green lines.
“We can’t all have nephilim kids.” He shook his head as Henry looked at his work and cried out with happiness.
Cas stood and started picking up the wrapping paper littering the floor.
“Cas, just leave it.” Dean knew Cas liked to keep things clean, but he wanted him to relax.
“It won’t take me long.” He gathered most of it in a pile.
“I’ll help.” Sam moved across the floor next to the coloring children and helped Cas pick up the mess.
“Sam, you’re a guest.” Dean rolled his eyes as Sam waved him off.
“I’m actually surprised how much Sam cleans up around our house.” Sarah leaned in to talk to Dean so Sam wouldn’t hear. “I thought I would be picking up after him, but he’s usually doing most of the housework.”
“Really? Well, I guess I’m not that surprised he was always a little OCD about that.”
Sarah nodded knowingly and shared a laugh with Dean. “I guess Cas is the same way?”
Dean shrugged. “Not usually. He cleans more than me but I think he’s just wanting to keep busy.”
Sam and Cas filled the bag Sam had brought and put it aside before returning to the couch.
“You feel better now?”
“Yeah, I do.” Sam squeezed on the couch next to Sarah and put his arm around her.
They sat quietly for a few minutes while the kids talked to each other. When Cas stood again and said he was going to clean up the kitchen, Dean grabbed him and pulled him back to the couch and told him to stay there.
Sam laughed. “You know, I think this is the first time we’ve had a real Christmas together.” He looked at Dean. “The closest we ever got before this was back when…” his voice faltered. Although it was over and Dean was alive now, Sam didn’t like talking about that year before going to Hell.
“When it was my last Christmas.” Dean finished for him. “Yeah, that was a good one. Hopefully, we can do this more now. I wouldn’t mind being able to have a few days to relax with family now and again.”
As the afternoon darkened to night, Dean led everyone to the projector room, which seemed to be Dean’s favorite room. They all settled into the multiple chairs and loveseats as Dean started It’s A Wonderful Life. Sam commented on how Dean had turned into a cheese-filled softie. Dean threw popcorn at him and told him to shut up.
The kids fell asleep sitting with their parents and by the end of the film, the four adults joined their kids in sleep.
Dean was the first to wake up in the dark room. He felt Faith leaning against his chest and he smiled. The warmth of Cas leaning on his shoulder added to his contentment and he wanted nothing more than to stay there all night but he knew they would all regret it later.
He tapped Cas softly until he blinked and lifted his head in confusion. Dean brought a finger to his lips and pointed to the others curled up together on the couch. Sam was on his back, Henry flat on his chest, and Sarah tucked in next to him, her hand entwined with Sam’s.
Cas smiled at the sight and wished he had a camera. He saw the same look in Dean’s eye. Dean leaned his head closer and Cas met him in a short kiss. Dean then stood and adjusted Faith in his arms. She curled into Dean in sleep.
Cas moved over to wake Sam. Sam woke up Sarah and they moved to their room with Henry sleeping in Sam’s arms. Cas went to meet Dean in their room. Dean was yawning and taking off his shirt when he closed the door. They didn’t talk as they got ready for bed. Both of them were tired and more than happy to go back to sleep. They slipped under the covers and Cas curled his arms around Dean’s chest. Dean smiled and kissed Cas’s forehead before wrapping his arms around him and falling asleep.
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