Aerie, 2 of 10
Title: Aerie, 2 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.
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.
Dean’s in the kitchen pretending to make coffee and trying to not freak out. His dad is out in the living room, leaning back in the recliner, with a baby, hold on... nestling snuggled against his chest.
They’re both quiet when Dean gets back. The only sounds are the baby sniffing and the soft noise of his dad smoothing down its wings.
“So what exactly is going on?” Dean finally asks before he dies of suspense.
“Gordon and I got sent to investigate that meteor shower along Oregon last week. It turned out to be another bunch of heaven junk that got sent our way. Bits from buildings, a couple of bodies. We salted and burned them and then I found this one tangled up in a tree.”
“Cool story.” Dean swallows, “Why is it here?”
“He’s here because after all the paperwork I went through keeping him I wasn’t exactly going to hand him off to some random asshole at the Home.” His dad frowns at him and Dean winces.
He remembers the Home, him and Sammy only stayed there a week while their dad was on a hunt in another sector but it was shit. It was where orphans and crippled hunters and every thing that had ever lost hope lived. Dean had been lucky after he was hurt he had his dad and Ellen and Bobby to set him up as a Hub.
“You claimed him?” Dean blinked. That was news. His dad usually didn’t give much of a shit about anything nowadays. Unless he could kill it.
“Look, I found him and I...” His dad’s voice drops a bit as the baby wriggles and resettles itself. “I figured you could use the company.”
Well shit. If John didn’t have the rep of being a fucking hard ass Dean would say that he was trying to do something nice. “You could have gotten me a dog.”
“And I could have left him in the Home to turn out like that Lucifer kid. Don’t smart ass me. Besides,” John says, standing. “I think you were the one that was always complaining about how Hunter’s kids get a shit deal, never having a real home. I figured you’d be the last person to throw him out.”
Dean frowns because he knows this for the set up it is.
But he still raises his hands and let his dad slip the tiny thing into his arms. He’s warm and his wings flutter as Dean settles him. He knows why his dad brought him here. It’s a baby, he’ll need somewhere safe, with someone that... mostly knows what they’re doing. Plus, angel’s are sensitive, they pick up on emotion. Dean’s had experience with that from Sammy. God damn, he’s a giant pushover.
“Well, you didn’t drop him, so I’m on my way out then.”
Dean frowns at his dad but nods and listens to him lets himself out.
Fuck.
The first thing he’s doing is going back to bed.
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Part Three
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.
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.
Dean’s in the kitchen pretending to make coffee and trying to not freak out. His dad is out in the living room, leaning back in the recliner, with a baby, hold on... nestling snuggled against his chest.
They’re both quiet when Dean gets back. The only sounds are the baby sniffing and the soft noise of his dad smoothing down its wings.
“So what exactly is going on?” Dean finally asks before he dies of suspense.
“Gordon and I got sent to investigate that meteor shower along Oregon last week. It turned out to be another bunch of heaven junk that got sent our way. Bits from buildings, a couple of bodies. We salted and burned them and then I found this one tangled up in a tree.”
“Cool story.” Dean swallows, “Why is it here?”
“He’s here because after all the paperwork I went through keeping him I wasn’t exactly going to hand him off to some random asshole at the Home.” His dad frowns at him and Dean winces.
He remembers the Home, him and Sammy only stayed there a week while their dad was on a hunt in another sector but it was shit. It was where orphans and crippled hunters and every thing that had ever lost hope lived. Dean had been lucky after he was hurt he had his dad and Ellen and Bobby to set him up as a Hub.
“You claimed him?” Dean blinked. That was news. His dad usually didn’t give much of a shit about anything nowadays. Unless he could kill it.
“Look, I found him and I...” His dad’s voice drops a bit as the baby wriggles and resettles itself. “I figured you could use the company.”
Well shit. If John didn’t have the rep of being a fucking hard ass Dean would say that he was trying to do something nice. “You could have gotten me a dog.”
“And I could have left him in the Home to turn out like that Lucifer kid. Don’t smart ass me. Besides,” John says, standing. “I think you were the one that was always complaining about how Hunter’s kids get a shit deal, never having a real home. I figured you’d be the last person to throw him out.”
Dean frowns because he knows this for the set up it is.
But he still raises his hands and let his dad slip the tiny thing into his arms. He’s warm and his wings flutter as Dean settles him. He knows why his dad brought him here. It’s a baby, he’ll need somewhere safe, with someone that... mostly knows what they’re doing. Plus, angel’s are sensitive, they pick up on emotion. Dean’s had experience with that from Sammy. God damn, he’s a giant pushover.
“Well, you didn’t drop him, so I’m on my way out then.”
Dean frowns at his dad but nods and listens to him lets himself out.
Fuck.
The first thing he’s doing is going back to bed.
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Part Three