Supernatural -- "Birthday Gifts"
Title: Birthday Gifts
Author: wonderfoal
Obligatory disclaimer: Supernatural....me no own, please no sue?
Word count: 695
Rating: G for excessive, plotless fluff.
Summary: Becky attends Dean&Cas's kid's birthday party.
Characters: mild Dean/Cas, Becky, Sam, assorted angels.
Warnings: Shameless fluff. Spoilers through season five, only incredibly tiny one for season six. kid fic.
Notes: AU in the sense Chuck and Becky are together, and Gabriel is still alive.
Date: Monday, December 20, 2010
“Gramma!” Bobbie Jo squealed as she dashed through the kitchen on bare feet.
“There’s my girl!” Becky swooped down and picked her up in a twirl. “Happy birthday, honey.” She kissed her cheek and Bobbie Jo squealed in delight.
Dean appeared behind his daughter and looked at the empty doorway questioningly. “Chuck’s not coming?” he asked.
“Grandpa?” Bobbie Jo looked around for the man she knew as her grandfather, tiny wings fluttering against her back.
“No, Sweetie, Grandpa is working today.”
“In mysterious ways,” Dean muttered under his breath.
Becky ignored him and held the toddler at arm’s length. “Look at how much you’ve grown!” It was true - Becky hadn’t seen the baby in months and she was different. She was heavier for one thing, and her curly blonde hair was down to her shoulders now. In addition, her tiny wings were quickly losing their downy softness and in their place were smooth, long white feathers.
“You’re in time for cake,” Dean told her and led the way to the living room. Becky followed behind him, still carrying the tiny girl. The rest of the guests were already there. Castiel, of course, was waiting for his daughter’s return. Sam was sitting with Gabriel and Balthazar on the couch. Bobby Singer was seated opposite them. Between them were a small stack of opened presents and a big pink cake with “Happy Third Birthday” scrawled in icing.
“Sorry I’m late,” Becky said as Castiel collected Bobbie Jo from her.
“Dad’s not coming?” Gabriel guessed when he saw her alone.
“He’s working,” Becky said, frowning when she saw Castiel’s disappointment.
“Working?” Sam asked with a gesture upward, “Or working?” he continued and mimed typing.
It was the latter, but Sam and Dean always got so upset when they found out Chuck was writing a new book. She was saved from answering by the half-neigh-half-bleating sound from another room. “What is that?”
Sam sighed. “Gabriel gave her a unicorn,” he explained. Gabriel grinned smugly with the satisfaction of having given the best gift of the party.
“An actual unicorn,” she breathed, “You lucky girl, Bobbie Jo.” At the mention of gifts, she was reminded of the weight in her pocket. “Speaking of presents...” She retrieved the small box and held it out for the girl to take. “This is from Grandpa and me.”
Bobbie Jo tore at the paper and opened the box to reveal an egg-shaped pendant on a metal chain. She slipped it over her head and grinned.
“What do we say?” Castiel prompted.
“Thank you, Gramma,” Bobbie Jo crooned and hugged her.
“You’re welcome, honey,” she said and patted her on the head. “Now, your Grandpa told me that you wanted to make friends at the park.”
“Becky,” Dean warned suddenly.
Due to the obvious white wings on her back, the girl was limited in the number of people she knew. Her parents took her to parks to play, but she had to wear a thick coat and couldn’t be in any risky contact with the other kids that might make her fall on her wings.
“This is going to help you with that,” she continued without acknowledging Dean. “Twist the bottom half of the charm.”
Bobbie Jo did as she was told and the egg “closed.” Her wings disappeared with a ripple in the air.
Dean sprang to his feet and loomed over her. “What did you do to my kid?!”
Castiel put a hand on his arm to calm him. “They’re still there.... only hidden.” He looked at Becky solemnly. “Thank you.”
Becky smiled. “Twist it again, Bobbie Jo.” The egg “opened” this time and the wings reappeared. The girl didn’t understand the full impact of being able to pass for a normal human, but she would in time. She knew that the family had been worried about her being able to make friends, attend school, go out in public... especially as she grew and her wings got bigger.
“Thank you, Becky,” Dean said as he sat down.
“Thank Chuck,” she reminded him. It wasn’t like Becky had the power to make that charm.
“Thank God.”
“Thank you, Father.”
"Now, let's have some cake."
-=-=-=-
Yes, I intentionally gave the kid the worst name I could think of that they might actually pick. ^_^
Author: wonderfoal
Obligatory disclaimer: Supernatural....me no own, please no sue?
Word count: 695
Rating: G for excessive, plotless fluff.
Summary: Becky attends Dean&Cas's kid's birthday party.
Characters: mild Dean/Cas, Becky, Sam, assorted angels.
Warnings: Shameless fluff. Spoilers through season five, only incredibly tiny one for season six. kid fic.
Notes: AU in the sense Chuck and Becky are together, and Gabriel is still alive.
Date: Monday, December 20, 2010
“Gramma!” Bobbie Jo squealed as she dashed through the kitchen on bare feet.
“There’s my girl!” Becky swooped down and picked her up in a twirl. “Happy birthday, honey.” She kissed her cheek and Bobbie Jo squealed in delight.
Dean appeared behind his daughter and looked at the empty doorway questioningly. “Chuck’s not coming?” he asked.
“Grandpa?” Bobbie Jo looked around for the man she knew as her grandfather, tiny wings fluttering against her back.
“No, Sweetie, Grandpa is working today.”
“In mysterious ways,” Dean muttered under his breath.
Becky ignored him and held the toddler at arm’s length. “Look at how much you’ve grown!” It was true - Becky hadn’t seen the baby in months and she was different. She was heavier for one thing, and her curly blonde hair was down to her shoulders now. In addition, her tiny wings were quickly losing their downy softness and in their place were smooth, long white feathers.
“You’re in time for cake,” Dean told her and led the way to the living room. Becky followed behind him, still carrying the tiny girl. The rest of the guests were already there. Castiel, of course, was waiting for his daughter’s return. Sam was sitting with Gabriel and Balthazar on the couch. Bobby Singer was seated opposite them. Between them were a small stack of opened presents and a big pink cake with “Happy Third Birthday” scrawled in icing.
“Sorry I’m late,” Becky said as Castiel collected Bobbie Jo from her.
“Dad’s not coming?” Gabriel guessed when he saw her alone.
“He’s working,” Becky said, frowning when she saw Castiel’s disappointment.
“Working?” Sam asked with a gesture upward, “Or working?” he continued and mimed typing.
It was the latter, but Sam and Dean always got so upset when they found out Chuck was writing a new book. She was saved from answering by the half-neigh-half-bleating sound from another room. “What is that?”
Sam sighed. “Gabriel gave her a unicorn,” he explained. Gabriel grinned smugly with the satisfaction of having given the best gift of the party.
“An actual unicorn,” she breathed, “You lucky girl, Bobbie Jo.” At the mention of gifts, she was reminded of the weight in her pocket. “Speaking of presents...” She retrieved the small box and held it out for the girl to take. “This is from Grandpa and me.”
Bobbie Jo tore at the paper and opened the box to reveal an egg-shaped pendant on a metal chain. She slipped it over her head and grinned.
“What do we say?” Castiel prompted.
“Thank you, Gramma,” Bobbie Jo crooned and hugged her.
“You’re welcome, honey,” she said and patted her on the head. “Now, your Grandpa told me that you wanted to make friends at the park.”
“Becky,” Dean warned suddenly.
Due to the obvious white wings on her back, the girl was limited in the number of people she knew. Her parents took her to parks to play, but she had to wear a thick coat and couldn’t be in any risky contact with the other kids that might make her fall on her wings.
“This is going to help you with that,” she continued without acknowledging Dean. “Twist the bottom half of the charm.”
Bobbie Jo did as she was told and the egg “closed.” Her wings disappeared with a ripple in the air.
Dean sprang to his feet and loomed over her. “What did you do to my kid?!”
Castiel put a hand on his arm to calm him. “They’re still there.... only hidden.” He looked at Becky solemnly. “Thank you.”
Becky smiled. “Twist it again, Bobbie Jo.” The egg “opened” this time and the wings reappeared. The girl didn’t understand the full impact of being able to pass for a normal human, but she would in time. She knew that the family had been worried about her being able to make friends, attend school, go out in public... especially as she grew and her wings got bigger.
“Thank you, Becky,” Dean said as he sat down.
“Thank Chuck,” she reminded him. It wasn’t like Becky had the power to make that charm.
“Thank God.”
“Thank you, Father.”
"Now, let's have some cake."
-=-=-=-
Yes, I intentionally gave the kid the worst name I could think of that they might actually pick. ^_^