Supernatural: Therapy [3/9]
Title: Therapy
Author: morelenmir
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Castiel, OMC; implied Dean/Cas
Wordcount: 649
Summary: Dean is trying to clean the Impala but Cas and little Caleb interrupt him.
Author notes: "Therapy" is the result of asking for fic prompts solely to help me deal with the S6 Supernatural finale by writing happy things. Well, they're mostly happy. I can't entirely stop angst from appearing, gah.
Prompt: baba-o-riley: "Dean and Cas' kid." mercury973 chimed in with "Cas and the kidlett discover the joys of mud pies. They bring one to Dean who is working on the Impala and spill mud on the seat. Dean is amused."
Playing in the Dirt
"Daddy!" Caleb's holler of delight makes Dean grin, the particular one that happily scrunches his eyes almost shut and tugs his lips just barely up. Short urgent steps pound over rain-moist dirt, zeroing in behind him and then dance impatiently.
"Daddy daddy daddy!"
Dean hauls himself out of the Impala's backseat, keeping a hold of the greasy paper wrappers snagged off the floor, and hunkers down to the three year old's level. "What's up buddy?" It's only been nine months since the boy was left on Bobby's front porch-sick and crying through his shivers-and the change never fails to amaze Dean. And he knows that Sam secretly loves getting called Papa Moose, thanks to Dean, while for some reason only Dean was called Daddy.
Little Caleb's blue eyes are huge with absolute delight. "Lookit Papa Cas show me!" Dean glances up at Castiel, who'd trailed the boy to Dean silently, and his expression is pleased as he looks between Dean and Caleb.
"What did Papa Cas show you?" Dean eyes Cas and realizes he is just covered in mud. From the knee down his jeans are a wet brown with dirt splatters across his shirt, smears from left cheekbone to chin, and a lot of mud on his hands up to the elbow of his rolled sleeves. Dean's grin is widening into utter amusement.
Caleb puffs up his chest proudly. "Pie!"
"Mud pie, to be specific," Cas corrects, lifting his heartily browned hands.
Laughing, Dean shakes his head and dumps the trash into a half-full garbage bag. "And that's what you've been doing all morning? I'm here making our girl look pretty after your burger spree," Cas makes a face that clearly says and it was worth all of it, "and you two have been making mud pies?"
Caleb's eyes grow larger, a puppy face that matches Sam at his best. "Papa Cas says he never did 'em before an' we hadda try."
Dean drops a hand on Caleb's light brown head, rumples his hair until the boy grins up at him, peeking through bangs that need to be trimmed yet again. "You didn't invite me?" he pouts and Cas snorts a quiet laugh, shaking his head. Dean slides into the driver's seat and leans over to grab straw wrappers under the glove box. A thud and shuffling slide informs him that Caleb had clambered into the back and sure enough, a chubby face appears over the back of the bench.
"Papa Cas'n me bringed you one," he announces and the Impala dips a little, Cas materializing next to Caleb.
Dean raises a teasing eyebrow. "Really? I don't see it."
"I put it in m'pocket." Caleb's towheaded noggin ducks out of sight and Dean looks inquiringly at Cas. Cas shrugs.
"I've never made a mud pie before. The lure was too strong." Dean snickers.
Caleb grunts and wriggles on the bench, working at a jacket pocket. "Um, it's stuck." His face squishes up unhappily and Cas instantly leans over, guiding Caleb's short fingers down the zipper. Caleb huffs triumphantly and the next thing Dean knows mud is speckled across his face.
The kid was a bit enthusiastic removing the mud confection from its confines.
Scraping some away from his eyes, Dean notices that pretty much all of the Impala's interior now looks like a Dalmatian shed its spot inside of her. His gaze immediately arrows in on the pint sized culprit. Caleb is shrinking back in the seat, both hands cupped around a sloppy pattie.
"Oops."
Cas is shaking and when Dean glances at him, begins to laugh, loud and clear. Dean wrinkles his nose and sighs dramatically. "All right, you win. Mud pies it is!" He leads the way out of the Impala, Caleb whooping at his side and Cas still chortling, and proceeds to lose himself in the complexities of creating the perfect mud pie.
Author: morelenmir
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Castiel, OMC; implied Dean/Cas
Wordcount: 649
Summary: Dean is trying to clean the Impala but Cas and little Caleb interrupt him.
Author notes: "Therapy" is the result of asking for fic prompts solely to help me deal with the S6 Supernatural finale by writing happy things. Well, they're mostly happy. I can't entirely stop angst from appearing, gah.
Prompt: baba-o-riley: "Dean and Cas' kid." mercury973 chimed in with "Cas and the kidlett discover the joys of mud pies. They bring one to Dean who is working on the Impala and spill mud on the seat. Dean is amused."
Playing in the Dirt
"Daddy!" Caleb's holler of delight makes Dean grin, the particular one that happily scrunches his eyes almost shut and tugs his lips just barely up. Short urgent steps pound over rain-moist dirt, zeroing in behind him and then dance impatiently.
"Daddy daddy daddy!"
Dean hauls himself out of the Impala's backseat, keeping a hold of the greasy paper wrappers snagged off the floor, and hunkers down to the three year old's level. "What's up buddy?" It's only been nine months since the boy was left on Bobby's front porch-sick and crying through his shivers-and the change never fails to amaze Dean. And he knows that Sam secretly loves getting called Papa Moose, thanks to Dean, while for some reason only Dean was called Daddy.
Little Caleb's blue eyes are huge with absolute delight. "Lookit Papa Cas show me!" Dean glances up at Castiel, who'd trailed the boy to Dean silently, and his expression is pleased as he looks between Dean and Caleb.
"What did Papa Cas show you?" Dean eyes Cas and realizes he is just covered in mud. From the knee down his jeans are a wet brown with dirt splatters across his shirt, smears from left cheekbone to chin, and a lot of mud on his hands up to the elbow of his rolled sleeves. Dean's grin is widening into utter amusement.
Caleb puffs up his chest proudly. "Pie!"
"Mud pie, to be specific," Cas corrects, lifting his heartily browned hands.
Laughing, Dean shakes his head and dumps the trash into a half-full garbage bag. "And that's what you've been doing all morning? I'm here making our girl look pretty after your burger spree," Cas makes a face that clearly says and it was worth all of it, "and you two have been making mud pies?"
Caleb's eyes grow larger, a puppy face that matches Sam at his best. "Papa Cas says he never did 'em before an' we hadda try."
Dean drops a hand on Caleb's light brown head, rumples his hair until the boy grins up at him, peeking through bangs that need to be trimmed yet again. "You didn't invite me?" he pouts and Cas snorts a quiet laugh, shaking his head. Dean slides into the driver's seat and leans over to grab straw wrappers under the glove box. A thud and shuffling slide informs him that Caleb had clambered into the back and sure enough, a chubby face appears over the back of the bench.
"Papa Cas'n me bringed you one," he announces and the Impala dips a little, Cas materializing next to Caleb.
Dean raises a teasing eyebrow. "Really? I don't see it."
"I put it in m'pocket." Caleb's towheaded noggin ducks out of sight and Dean looks inquiringly at Cas. Cas shrugs.
"I've never made a mud pie before. The lure was too strong." Dean snickers.
Caleb grunts and wriggles on the bench, working at a jacket pocket. "Um, it's stuck." His face squishes up unhappily and Cas instantly leans over, guiding Caleb's short fingers down the zipper. Caleb huffs triumphantly and the next thing Dean knows mud is speckled across his face.
The kid was a bit enthusiastic removing the mud confection from its confines.
Scraping some away from his eyes, Dean notices that pretty much all of the Impala's interior now looks like a Dalmatian shed its spot inside of her. His gaze immediately arrows in on the pint sized culprit. Caleb is shrinking back in the seat, both hands cupped around a sloppy pattie.
"Oops."
Cas is shaking and when Dean glances at him, begins to laugh, loud and clear. Dean wrinkles his nose and sighs dramatically. "All right, you win. Mud pies it is!" He leads the way out of the Impala, Caleb whooping at his side and Cas still chortling, and proceeds to lose himself in the complexities of creating the perfect mud pie.