HP/SPN: Baby Mine 12
A/N: A bit of Teddy and Castiel fluff, just the two of them since we haven’t had much of that so far. So we get to see them watching one of my favourite childhood movies - the Disney cartoon of Robin Hood. And yes, I was watching it while writing, to make sure that I got the timing of different things right.
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Castiel lay chest-down on the bed, head propped up on his folded arms. Teddy was sitting on his upper back, sometimes playing with his hair, but mostly the two were transfixed by the television screen.
Before leaving the hotel, Dean had put in a DVD and told Castiel not to touch anything, saying that the movie would start by itself. And it had. Castiel was a little confused at first, with the animals walking around clothed and talking like humans, but soon enough he was absorbed in the story along with Teddy.
“Daddy, what’s a bla… blaggard?”
“A blackguard is a scoundrel. Someone not very nice,” Castiel murmured absently.
“But… but Robin’s not a scoundrel!” The young boy sounded indignant, and Castiel couldn’t help but smile.
“Prince John thinks he is.”
“Prince John’s the blackguard.”
The pair laughed at the sight of the snake with his head in a balloon, propelling himself through the air with his tail - and at the badger and rooster using a lute as a bow to shoot him down.
“No!” Teddy let out a cry as Robin was sentenced to beheading. Castiel was halfway tempted to shout at the screen himself - until the bear stepped in, threatening the lion pretending to be king. The two were then laughing again at the following battle, which was like no fight Castiel had ever seen.
When the bear started singing the lively song soon after, Castiel felt Teddy bouncing on him almost in time to the music, and he smiled again. They’d needed this, some time to forget about everything happening outside in the rest of the world - even when they’d been hiding with Gabriel, Castiel had still been trying to keep up with the fight. But he felt he could relax for a movie now.
“Daddy, what’s scurvy?”
“It’s a disease you get when you don’t eat fresh fruit,” Castiel explained. There were a lot of words that he’d needed to explain, but he figured it would be good for his son’s vocabulary. “They’re using it as an insult. Like when Sam says that someone’s douchey.”
He’d had something to say when Teddy had picked up that particular word from the Winchesters, and had managed to convince the child not to use it. It was quite difficult to keep the child’s language clean, given the company they tended to keep, but he was doing his best.
Then the rooster was singing a sad song, and Teddy was lying on top of him, sniffling a little as they saw how sad all of the animals in prison were. Castiel felt some peace as he saw the good work the badger and mice were doing in the church - and growled as the badger fought the nasty wolf, trying to stand up for his belief, only to be arrested and sentenced to die as part of a trap.
“Daddy, I don’t want Friar Tuck to die! Save him!” Teddy had crawled off him, so that he could get a cuddle. Castiel sat up and pulled him onto his lap.
“Let’s just wait, and see what Robin Hood does.” The faith Teddy had in him made Castiel feel light, even as the sadness at the movie tried to weigh him down.
They watched, and Teddy grasped onto one of Castiel’s hands, squeezing tight at the suspense of the jailbreak. The pair were silent, anticipation building at the daring theft of the money, only to have the rotten snake wake up and trigger the alarm. The ensuing battle wasn’t as funny as the last time, and Teddy hid his face in Castiel’s shirt a few times. They couldn’t tear their eyes away as the tower caught fire, and Robin jumped from the top of it, into the moat below.
“No! Nononono!” Teddy started crying when the little rabbit did, only to start laughing as Robin squirted Little John with water, emerging victorious. The laughter continued as Prince John chased Sir Hiss around, trying to beat him with a stick.
They were still smiling as Robin and Maid Marian came out of the church, married after all, and the film ended.
“Again, Daddy! Again!” Teddy demanded, but Castiel looked lost.
“I don’t know how, Teddy. We’ll just have to…” he paused as another bit came on, the screen saying that it was a deleted scene. Apparently there was more, so they continued to sit on the bed and watch it, then the music clips.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Teddy?”
“I wanna learn to shoot arrows!”
“I’ll teach you when you’re a bit older,” Castiel assured him. “You need to be stronger to shoot them properly.”
“Okay. Can I learn to use a sword too?”
“If you want.”
“Yay!”
It didn’t occur to Castiel that promising to teach his son archery and duelling might not be a generally approved method child-raising. As far as he was aware, both Sam and Dean knew at least the basics, so therefor he’d teach his child how to fight as soon as he was strong enough, and able to tell the difference between something that should be killed, and something that should be protected.
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Castiel lay chest-down on the bed, head propped up on his folded arms. Teddy was sitting on his upper back, sometimes playing with his hair, but mostly the two were transfixed by the television screen.
Before leaving the hotel, Dean had put in a DVD and told Castiel not to touch anything, saying that the movie would start by itself. And it had. Castiel was a little confused at first, with the animals walking around clothed and talking like humans, but soon enough he was absorbed in the story along with Teddy.
“Daddy, what’s a bla… blaggard?”
“A blackguard is a scoundrel. Someone not very nice,” Castiel murmured absently.
“But… but Robin’s not a scoundrel!” The young boy sounded indignant, and Castiel couldn’t help but smile.
“Prince John thinks he is.”
“Prince John’s the blackguard.”
The pair laughed at the sight of the snake with his head in a balloon, propelling himself through the air with his tail - and at the badger and rooster using a lute as a bow to shoot him down.
“No!” Teddy let out a cry as Robin was sentenced to beheading. Castiel was halfway tempted to shout at the screen himself - until the bear stepped in, threatening the lion pretending to be king. The two were then laughing again at the following battle, which was like no fight Castiel had ever seen.
When the bear started singing the lively song soon after, Castiel felt Teddy bouncing on him almost in time to the music, and he smiled again. They’d needed this, some time to forget about everything happening outside in the rest of the world - even when they’d been hiding with Gabriel, Castiel had still been trying to keep up with the fight. But he felt he could relax for a movie now.
“Daddy, what’s scurvy?”
“It’s a disease you get when you don’t eat fresh fruit,” Castiel explained. There were a lot of words that he’d needed to explain, but he figured it would be good for his son’s vocabulary. “They’re using it as an insult. Like when Sam says that someone’s douchey.”
He’d had something to say when Teddy had picked up that particular word from the Winchesters, and had managed to convince the child not to use it. It was quite difficult to keep the child’s language clean, given the company they tended to keep, but he was doing his best.
Then the rooster was singing a sad song, and Teddy was lying on top of him, sniffling a little as they saw how sad all of the animals in prison were. Castiel felt some peace as he saw the good work the badger and mice were doing in the church - and growled as the badger fought the nasty wolf, trying to stand up for his belief, only to be arrested and sentenced to die as part of a trap.
“Daddy, I don’t want Friar Tuck to die! Save him!” Teddy had crawled off him, so that he could get a cuddle. Castiel sat up and pulled him onto his lap.
“Let’s just wait, and see what Robin Hood does.” The faith Teddy had in him made Castiel feel light, even as the sadness at the movie tried to weigh him down.
They watched, and Teddy grasped onto one of Castiel’s hands, squeezing tight at the suspense of the jailbreak. The pair were silent, anticipation building at the daring theft of the money, only to have the rotten snake wake up and trigger the alarm. The ensuing battle wasn’t as funny as the last time, and Teddy hid his face in Castiel’s shirt a few times. They couldn’t tear their eyes away as the tower caught fire, and Robin jumped from the top of it, into the moat below.
“No! Nononono!” Teddy started crying when the little rabbit did, only to start laughing as Robin squirted Little John with water, emerging victorious. The laughter continued as Prince John chased Sir Hiss around, trying to beat him with a stick.
They were still smiling as Robin and Maid Marian came out of the church, married after all, and the film ended.
“Again, Daddy! Again!” Teddy demanded, but Castiel looked lost.
“I don’t know how, Teddy. We’ll just have to…” he paused as another bit came on, the screen saying that it was a deleted scene. Apparently there was more, so they continued to sit on the bed and watch it, then the music clips.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Teddy?”
“I wanna learn to shoot arrows!”
“I’ll teach you when you’re a bit older,” Castiel assured him. “You need to be stronger to shoot them properly.”
“Okay. Can I learn to use a sword too?”
“If you want.”
“Yay!”
It didn’t occur to Castiel that promising to teach his son archery and duelling might not be a generally approved method child-raising. As far as he was aware, both Sam and Dean knew at least the basics, so therefor he’d teach his child how to fight as soon as he was strong enough, and able to tell the difference between something that should be killed, and something that should be protected.
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