Fic: Cas in Real Life: Sneak peak of 17.
Title: Cas in Real Life
Author:teagirl_donna
Rating:PG-13
Genre: AU- (My take on a Cas/Dean version of Dan in Real Life)
Pairing: Dean/Gabriel, Dean/Cas(Don't worry start by the thrid chapter!), and Sam/Gabriel
Spoilers: None
Warnings: AU
Word Count: WIP
Summary: Cas is a writer, his wife died several years ago, and is too busy taking care of three daughters. Or is he? Every fall his family gathers at the family beach house to close it up for the winter. Dean Winchester works at a classic car garage owned by some guy named Gabriel. Dean being Dean, slept with the boss, and got asked to spend a long weekend at a beach house, but he didn't expect Gabe's whole family to be there.
Authors notes: This is a sneak peak at my new fic. It’s just to give you a taste, and hopefully to find a beta. Hope you enjoy!
Castiel woke up and turned over reaching out to hold…, but stopped himself. He sighed opened his eyes and forced himself to get ready for the day. The sun hadn’t even begun to rise yet.
He showered and then dressed in jeans, sneakers, and red hoody. Castiel wiped the steam from the mirror, took one look at his unruly black hair, ran a hand through it and decided that he didn’t care if it stuck up all over the place.
He like order in the universe, and believed that schedules and routines kept everybody sane. Ten months out of the year he got up early did laundry, made lunches, cooked breakfast, and sent his girls off to school. The two other months the girls went off to different summer camps, and he got a break to work on his writing.
Then, one week a year his life is utter chaos. Once a year he visits with his family and helps lock up the family beach home. He takes the girls out of school and spends five days with his loosey goosey family. Alternative does not even begin to describe his family, and he wonders for a moment why he was the normal one, but then shakes his head clearing his thoughts. He has responsibilities and work to do before the girls wake up.
He grabs the clothes out of the hamper in his bathroom and walkes down the hall to the girl’s bathroom to grab their’s. Make-up, hair doies, towels and dirty clothes were thrown all over the place. He tosses his clothes down and begins to throw the girl’s clothes in his pile. He cleaned the toothpaste off the sink, scrubbed shower and toilet, and hung fresh towels on the racks.
Castiel done with cleaning the bathroom picked up the huge monster pile of clothes and walked down stairs to the laundry room. He opened the the dryer and threw the dry load in a laundry basket, moved the wet load to the dryer, and started another load.
He walked to the kitchen to start the girls lunches. It was during these quite mornings before the girls wake up that Castiel thinks about how much his life has changed the last six years. After his wife had died from cancer he took over the household not wanting anything to slip in his girls lives. While he hated the term, but it was so true in this case, he had turned into a Mr. Mom.
Taking care of the girls even began to take over his work life as well. Castiel had been a columnist for the local paper, and over the past six years his articles had turned from national news on terrorists, to how to stop a temper tantrum. His advice column now had him as one of the highest paid and sought after columnists in the area.
His girls were growing into beautiful young women. Dina 18; Ezra (or Z short) 14, and Ariel 11 were his pride and joy. There were his life, and he was so glad to have no matter how crazy they made him.
Dina was so smart, that half the time she proof read his articles for him. She was the most like him, very logical, and off to college next year. Z was… well Z was hell on wheels. She had discovered boys, even though he had a strict no boys policy till they were in high school. Ariel spent most of her time trying to take care of him. She had a pure heart and not a mean bone in her body.
His wife had had wicked sense of family pride. She had been an only child and just loved Castiels crazy family. She even took it as far as naming her daughters after angels just like Castiel and all his brothers and sisters. Castiel had tried to persuade her not to, because he had people tripping over his name his entire life, but he had to admit he thought it was a great idea.
Castiel added the finishing touches to the PBs and honey, brown sugar, or banana sandwiches, and about that time the dryer switched off. He walked over and removed the dry load and deposited the wet load to the dryer and started another load. He was trying to get all the clothes done before the trip to the family beach home.
His parents own a row of homes, and every year at the end of the season all his brothers and sister showed up with their kids to help close them up for winter.
He just had picked up the laundry basket when he heard a shriek followed by Z shouting, “DAD, I’M IN THE SHOWER!” He quickly shut the washer off, and couldn’t help the slight smirk that came over his face. Lesson one of Mr. Mom: if you want hot water in the morning you have to get up before the girls. The amount of times he took a cold shower before he figured it out was crazy. Now it was wrong to smirk at his child’s misfortune, but he got his kicks the only way he could.
Dina, stuck her head in and said, “Dad, Is that an actual smile I see? It’s been awhile,” she had a sad smile on her face and left him to the clothes while he waited for the water shut off. He was going to have to ask her about that later…
Mean while across town…
“Dean!” shrieked Sam putting down one of his moving boxes.
“Don’t start with me Sammy. I know I messed up,” said Dean in a gruff voice and looking like a 1st grader that had been scolded.
“He’s your boss! I know you will sleep with anybody, but… but he’s your boss!” said Sam with his patented face that says you should know better. God, Sammy could be such a bitch sometimes, thought Dean.
“Remind me again why we are moving your stuff at ass crack of dawn?” said Dean,
“One, most people wouldn’t call 8am ‘ass crack of dawn.’ Two, nice subject change, we’ll get back on topic here in a minute. And three, I’ve only got you for one day to help me move, and while the Impala has a large trunk and back seat it’s going to take a lot of trips. By the way why can’t you help me unpack?” asked Sam as they walked down the stairs to the Impala to get another load.
Dean stopped dead on the stairs, and Sammy walked into him. “What’s the deal man?” asked Sam.
Dean turned around, but would not look Sam in the eye. He started to rub the back of his neck and said, “Well you see… ah… Gabe’s asked… metospendalongweekendwithhim.”
“What was that?” asked Sam with a smile on his face.
“You know very well what I said,” said Dean getting in a huff and storming out to his car.
“My big brother’s in a relationship,” Sam sing-sing following him out to the car and getting in the Impala.
“It’s not funny Sam, and NO I’M NOT! I mean how do you tell your boss, sorry you really didn’t mean to bend him over a 1970 Dodge Challenger and screw his brains out”
“Way too much info, Dean!” said Sam fake gagging.
“Why don’t you just talk to him about it. The few times I met him he was pretty cool,” he said turning his face to the window trying to hide a blush.
“He seems like the type of guy that would get over it. I mean I think he can live without you,” said Sam being over dramatic.
“Ha, ha, but we’re suppose to spend the whole weekend at the beach! I swear I’m never drinking a purple nurple again,” grumbled Dean.
“Well, just drive out there tomorrow and tell him how it is and try to make a smooth exit, so he has time to get over it before Monday,” said Sam trying to be helpful.
“That’s not a bad idea, Sammy. I mean what’s the worst that could happen?” said Dean.
Hoped you liked it, if you liked to beta leave a comment, and if you don't leave a comment of what you think so far! The first real chapter will be up Saturday morning. Thanks for reading guys!!!