Castiel Versus Human Invention
Title: Castiel Versus Human Invention
Author: xephwrites
Characters: Dean, deaged!Castiel
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 729
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: none
Summary: When young Castiel gets frustrated, things go boom
Warnings: crack, humor, deaged!Cas, fatherfigure!Dean
Notes: It's the same Dean and Cas from Counting Blue Cars, but not necessary to read it first. This was inspired by me trying to open a jug of apple juice for my son, failing, then fixing the situation by stabbing it. Yes, I did take my meds today... moonofblindness encouraged me to write it as fic, and gave me the other two objects Cas smites.
Photographic proof you DON'T MESS WITH XEPH! Even if you're apple juice!
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“By the power of the Lord, I command you to open!” Dean heard five year old Castiel shriek from the kitchen. As he was running to see, he heard a small explosion.
Dean entered the tiny kitchen to see a very wet and stunned looking Castiel. Shards of plastic littered the floor, and the only thing Dean could smell was apple juice.
Dean swallowed his laughter, which was very, very difficult and tried to put on his stern face.
“And what happened in here?” He asked in a tone he heard once too often from his own father. Castiel looked up at Dean with an innocent expression.
“I wanted some juice, and the bottle wouldn’t open,” he replied in his all too serious voice. Dean tried not to roll his eyes or laugh at the miniature angel.
“So instead of asking me to do it, you did what?” Dean asked.
“I yelled at it, and it exploded. I didn’t think things exploded when you yelled at them.”
Dean bit his lip to the point he could taste blood as he went to the cleaning cupboard and took out a mop. He handed it to Castiel.
“And what did you learn?” Dean asked, his smile breaking through.
“Smiting inanimate objects isn’t always good,” Castiel said with a hint of sadness. He began to mop up the mess.
Dean really wishes that he could tell someone, anyone that his five year old could smite things.
***
It was a copy of Led Zeppelin’s Houses Of The Holy. Heavy emphasis on was.
Dean bought it for Castiel, because they both liked it. Dean’s mistake was giving it to the angel trapped in a child’s body without unwrapping it.
Dean and Castiel were showered in smoldering bits of cellophane, plastic and paper. Castiel stood slack jawed and wide eyed.
“Well, happy birthday anyways, Cas,” Dean said as he brushed bits of shiny melted plastic off his jeans.
“I don’t know how that happened, Dean,” Castiel said in a very small voice. “I was trying to unwrap it, but it wouldn’t open. Then I called it an unholy abomination…” Castiel trailed off. He looked up to Dean with watery eyes.
“Its okay, Cas,” Dean assured as he opened his arms. The small child ran into the hug and sobbed into his shoulder.
“I’m trying, Dean,” Castiel’s voice was muffled by Dean’s shirt. “Sometimes I just feel really……”
“Powerful?” Dean offered. Castiel nodded as Dean squeezed his tiny body. “I know you can control it. I promise to try not to get mad when you can’t, ‘kay?” Castiel pulled back and wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve.
“Okay,” he said.
***
Dean promised he’d try to not get mad when Cas accidently smote something. Most incidents were fine. This one was definitely not fine.
Fire extinguisher in hand, Dean is trying to put out the burning plastic console. The smoke alarm is going ballistic, and Castiel is swearing.
“Dude, what the hell?” Dean yelled at Castiel when the Xbox had finally stopped smoking.
“Some jackass kept camping me at my spawn point and ganking me!” The now six year old shouted at Dean, pointing at the television.
“Watch the language! Wait….camping you?” Dean asked as the child’s words registered in his head.
“Uh, well, I kept dying….” Castiel trailed off. Dean shook his head.
“Too late, buster. What game were you playing?” Dean asked as he folded his arms. Castiel mumbled something. “I didn’t hear that,” Dean said.
“Halo,” Castiel said as he stared at the carpet.
Dean stared up at the ceiling.
“You’re a twisted son of a bitch, God,” Dean muttered.
“But Jamie’s mom lets him play Halo all the time!” Castiel said petulantly.
“Yeah, but I’m sure that Jamie doesn’t blow up the Xbox when he get’s killed repeatedly by other players!” Dean said sternly. His mind reeled as the thought hit him. Holy shit, I sound just like Dad.
Dean snatched the controller with the burnt cord away from Castiel.
“Grounded,” Dean said, pointing towards the stairs. Castiel hung his head as he stomped up the stairs. Dean opened a few windows to clear the stench of smoldering plastic out of the living room. Again.
Dean really, really hopes Castiel is over this by time he becomes a teenager. Kid is liable to blow up the whole house.
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Author: xephwrites
Characters: Dean, deaged!Castiel
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 729
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: none
Summary: When young Castiel gets frustrated, things go boom
Warnings: crack, humor, deaged!Cas, fatherfigure!Dean
Notes: It's the same Dean and Cas from Counting Blue Cars, but not necessary to read it first. This was inspired by me trying to open a jug of apple juice for my son, failing, then fixing the situation by stabbing it. Yes, I did take my meds today... moonofblindness encouraged me to write it as fic, and gave me the other two objects Cas smites.
Photographic proof you DON'T MESS WITH XEPH! Even if you're apple juice!
~*~*~*~*~
“By the power of the Lord, I command you to open!” Dean heard five year old Castiel shriek from the kitchen. As he was running to see, he heard a small explosion.
Dean entered the tiny kitchen to see a very wet and stunned looking Castiel. Shards of plastic littered the floor, and the only thing Dean could smell was apple juice.
Dean swallowed his laughter, which was very, very difficult and tried to put on his stern face.
“And what happened in here?” He asked in a tone he heard once too often from his own father. Castiel looked up at Dean with an innocent expression.
“I wanted some juice, and the bottle wouldn’t open,” he replied in his all too serious voice. Dean tried not to roll his eyes or laugh at the miniature angel.
“So instead of asking me to do it, you did what?” Dean asked.
“I yelled at it, and it exploded. I didn’t think things exploded when you yelled at them.”
Dean bit his lip to the point he could taste blood as he went to the cleaning cupboard and took out a mop. He handed it to Castiel.
“And what did you learn?” Dean asked, his smile breaking through.
“Smiting inanimate objects isn’t always good,” Castiel said with a hint of sadness. He began to mop up the mess.
Dean really wishes that he could tell someone, anyone that his five year old could smite things.
***
It was a copy of Led Zeppelin’s Houses Of The Holy. Heavy emphasis on was.
Dean bought it for Castiel, because they both liked it. Dean’s mistake was giving it to the angel trapped in a child’s body without unwrapping it.
Dean and Castiel were showered in smoldering bits of cellophane, plastic and paper. Castiel stood slack jawed and wide eyed.
“Well, happy birthday anyways, Cas,” Dean said as he brushed bits of shiny melted plastic off his jeans.
“I don’t know how that happened, Dean,” Castiel said in a very small voice. “I was trying to unwrap it, but it wouldn’t open. Then I called it an unholy abomination…” Castiel trailed off. He looked up to Dean with watery eyes.
“Its okay, Cas,” Dean assured as he opened his arms. The small child ran into the hug and sobbed into his shoulder.
“I’m trying, Dean,” Castiel’s voice was muffled by Dean’s shirt. “Sometimes I just feel really……”
“Powerful?” Dean offered. Castiel nodded as Dean squeezed his tiny body. “I know you can control it. I promise to try not to get mad when you can’t, ‘kay?” Castiel pulled back and wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve.
“Okay,” he said.
***
Dean promised he’d try to not get mad when Cas accidently smote something. Most incidents were fine. This one was definitely not fine.
Fire extinguisher in hand, Dean is trying to put out the burning plastic console. The smoke alarm is going ballistic, and Castiel is swearing.
“Dude, what the hell?” Dean yelled at Castiel when the Xbox had finally stopped smoking.
“Some jackass kept camping me at my spawn point and ganking me!” The now six year old shouted at Dean, pointing at the television.
“Watch the language! Wait….camping you?” Dean asked as the child’s words registered in his head.
“Uh, well, I kept dying….” Castiel trailed off. Dean shook his head.
“Too late, buster. What game were you playing?” Dean asked as he folded his arms. Castiel mumbled something. “I didn’t hear that,” Dean said.
“Halo,” Castiel said as he stared at the carpet.
Dean stared up at the ceiling.
“You’re a twisted son of a bitch, God,” Dean muttered.
“But Jamie’s mom lets him play Halo all the time!” Castiel said petulantly.
“Yeah, but I’m sure that Jamie doesn’t blow up the Xbox when he get’s killed repeatedly by other players!” Dean said sternly. His mind reeled as the thought hit him. Holy shit, I sound just like Dad.
Dean snatched the controller with the burnt cord away from Castiel.
“Grounded,” Dean said, pointing towards the stairs. Castiel hung his head as he stomped up the stairs. Dean opened a few windows to clear the stench of smoldering plastic out of the living room. Again.
Dean really, really hopes Castiel is over this by time he becomes a teenager. Kid is liable to blow up the whole house.
~*~*~*~*~
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