Aerie, 5 of 10
Title: Aerie, 5 of 10
Author: ameonna1
Rating (This part): PG
Characters/Pairings: Eventually Castiel/Dean, Gabriel, Sam
Word Count: 500
Things to Know: AU, Minor language, fledgling fic, not mpreg, past injuries. This is a totally fluffy, little bit angsty, adorable baby with wings, and Dean with glasses extravaganza.
A/N: This is what I write in between staring at Blessed XD. Posting early ‘cause I gotta make a ham!
Summary: Dean runs an information hub for Hunters after a permanent injury takes him out of the game. It’s pretty peaceful until an angel gets dropped into his lap.
The twenty four hours before were obviously a grace period because when Dean wakes up the next morning it’s to the unmistakable sound of a wailing baby. He blearily hobbles out of his bedroom to find Jo standing out on the porch apologizing profusely and rocking the baby.
He doesn’t see anything trying to kill them. “What are you doing to him now?”
“Nothing!” Jo hisses. “I just started making breakfast and he freaked out when I started cooking the bacon.”
Dean frowns at the pan in the sink and then at the baby who is making pitiful retching noises. “Aw fuck, I was hoping that was a myth.”
“What’s a myth?” Jo asks as Dean takes the baby from her to cradle him and rub in between his wings.
Dean runs his hand over his face, “Angels find the flesh of animals repulsive and sickening. Anything that was once alive is off the menu.”
“Isn’t that your entire menu?” Jo looks concerned.
Dean looks down at the baby who has both tiny fists clutching his shirt. “Yeah.”
So Jo laughs at him for a half hour and they managed to make pancakes without an abundance of tears. Then she’d taken off, heading out to make more deliveries, a lifeline to the the more isolated Hubs.
Dean lays on the bed with the baby on his chest and tries to not think about hamburgers. He tries to remember what he knows about angels. He remembers the pictures of angels in Bobby’s books, their wings spread wide with trailing tattoos down their spine.
Dean spends the next ten minutes undressing a baby angel, easy, and then trying to get him to spread his wings, hard. He finally figures out that if he just runs his fingers underneath them, combing through the down, the baby turns into a relaxed pile and is easier to work with.
He can make out a silvery mark just between the baby’s wings along with other tiny sigils. But... his Enochian translating skills kind of suck.
After long deliberation he gets his cell phone and takes a picture, as clearly as he can and sends it to Sam with the short message of, Translate this, bitch.
Then comes the epic battle of trying to get the baby redressed which Dean finally wins after distracting him and working fast. He gets a long whine for his troubles that almost makes him deaf as he watches the baby wriggle around on the bed trying to get his jumper off.
“You are on Earth.” Dean says, “You have to wear clothes on Earth.”
He doesn’t think the baby understands but apparently Dean talking is more interesting than trying to yank his clothes off. Dean rubs his wings and lets him roll around on the bed with his pig for a bit before he looks at the clock.
The phones have been suspiciously quiet.
Dean frowns before he scoops the baby up, “Come on, let’s introduce you to TV.”
Part Six
Author: ameonna1
Rating (This part): PG
Characters/Pairings: Eventually Castiel/Dean, Gabriel, Sam
Word Count: 500
Things to Know: AU, Minor language, fledgling fic, not mpreg, past injuries. This is a totally fluffy, little bit angsty, adorable baby with wings, and Dean with glasses extravaganza.
A/N: This is what I write in between staring at Blessed XD. Posting early ‘cause I gotta make a ham!
Summary: Dean runs an information hub for Hunters after a permanent injury takes him out of the game. It’s pretty peaceful until an angel gets dropped into his lap.
The twenty four hours before were obviously a grace period because when Dean wakes up the next morning it’s to the unmistakable sound of a wailing baby. He blearily hobbles out of his bedroom to find Jo standing out on the porch apologizing profusely and rocking the baby.
He doesn’t see anything trying to kill them. “What are you doing to him now?”
“Nothing!” Jo hisses. “I just started making breakfast and he freaked out when I started cooking the bacon.”
Dean frowns at the pan in the sink and then at the baby who is making pitiful retching noises. “Aw fuck, I was hoping that was a myth.”
“What’s a myth?” Jo asks as Dean takes the baby from her to cradle him and rub in between his wings.
Dean runs his hand over his face, “Angels find the flesh of animals repulsive and sickening. Anything that was once alive is off the menu.”
“Isn’t that your entire menu?” Jo looks concerned.
Dean looks down at the baby who has both tiny fists clutching his shirt. “Yeah.”
So Jo laughs at him for a half hour and they managed to make pancakes without an abundance of tears. Then she’d taken off, heading out to make more deliveries, a lifeline to the the more isolated Hubs.
Dean lays on the bed with the baby on his chest and tries to not think about hamburgers. He tries to remember what he knows about angels. He remembers the pictures of angels in Bobby’s books, their wings spread wide with trailing tattoos down their spine.
Dean spends the next ten minutes undressing a baby angel, easy, and then trying to get him to spread his wings, hard. He finally figures out that if he just runs his fingers underneath them, combing through the down, the baby turns into a relaxed pile and is easier to work with.
He can make out a silvery mark just between the baby’s wings along with other tiny sigils. But... his Enochian translating skills kind of suck.
After long deliberation he gets his cell phone and takes a picture, as clearly as he can and sends it to Sam with the short message of, Translate this, bitch.
Then comes the epic battle of trying to get the baby redressed which Dean finally wins after distracting him and working fast. He gets a long whine for his troubles that almost makes him deaf as he watches the baby wriggle around on the bed trying to get his jumper off.
“You are on Earth.” Dean says, “You have to wear clothes on Earth.”
He doesn’t think the baby understands but apparently Dean talking is more interesting than trying to yank his clothes off. Dean rubs his wings and lets him roll around on the bed with his pig for a bit before he looks at the clock.
The phones have been suspiciously quiet.
Dean frowns before he scoops the baby up, “Come on, let’s introduce you to TV.”
Part Six