Fic: The Shattered One (31/?)
See the masterpost for disclaimer, summary, and previous parts.
A/N: This one’s kind of a shortie, but that’s only because the next one’s pretty long. So good news and bad news, eh? Epic amount of thanks to everyone who’s reviewed this fic… I can’t say it enough: I never thought my little experiment in writing non-squicky mpreg would be so well-received. Y’all are awesome!
Also… there is more art for this fic! Seriously, I heap undying love upon each of you who does art for my fic *sending out the love* Check it out, because it is fabulous!
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When Castiel woke, Dean was the first thing he saw. The hunter was leaning in close, invading Castiel’s personal space as the angel’s eyes fluttered open.
“Cas?”
“Dean…?” Castiel croaked. Disoriented, confused… but alive.
Dean smiled. “You gotta stop scaring the shit out of me.”
Then Castiel remembered. Lucifer. Daniel.
“Where’s Daniel?” Castiel asked in a rising panic, trying to force into his body the strength to move to go and find his son.
“He’s fine, he’s right over there,” Dean turned his head. Castiel followed the direction of the hunter’s gaze and froze when he saw Gabriel perched on the windowsill, watching him and holding Daniel in his arms.
“Welcome back, bro,” the archangel offered with a cheeky grin.
Castiel didn’t understand what was happening. Why Gabriel was there, why he was holding Daniel, where here was, what had happened after Lucifer…
But in that instant, only one thing mattered. His grace cried for just one thing.
“Give him to me,” Castiel said hoarsely to Dean, reaching up and grasping the hunter’s forearm to impress upon him the urgency of the request. The raw need behind it. “Please.”
Dean studied him a second before he patted Castiel on the shoulder and said, “Yeah, sure… I’ll bring him to you.”
While Dean was collecting the baby from Gabriel, Castiel struggled into a semi-upright position against the headboard. When Dean returned to the bed, he was smiling at him with Daniel in his arms.
Castiel barely gave Dean a chance to hand the baby over before he was reaching out and plucking the boy from Dean’s arms. Greedily, like a grace-deep hunger, he brought Daniel to his chest and held him close. The reunion of their graces, so alike and yet each unique, rejoiced at the boundaries of them both, crashing against the fine line where Daniel ended and Castiel began. But it was still not close enough, and Castiel pressed Daniel to him, wishing he could take the baby entirely into his grace, cocoon him there, wrap him in the light and heat that was Castiel, where the child would always be protected and safe.
Once, what seemed like a very long time ago, Castiel desperately wanted Daniel out. Now, he wished he could tangle their energies like they had been before, existing in a state of alone and never-alone at the same time. He never wanted Daniel to be away from him again.
“Hey… take it easy, Cas,” Dean was speaking, and he sounded concerned. “It’s okay… he’s fine.”
Castiel unfurled his wings and closed them around himself and his son, sheltering them together in their ethereal warmth. Daniel made a happy sound, and his baby wings arched toward Castiel’s chest… trying to hug with feathers of light and energy but not having the control to do it.
The effort was enough.
Castiel brought a hand up to cup Daniel’s head, turned his face toward his son, and he kissed Daniel’s dark, soft hair.
He sensed more than saw Gabriel leave.
Dean scooted closer to them on the mattress, his soul radiating good things in ways Dean Winchester’s soul rarely did. “How did you find us, Cas?” he asked in an awed whisper.
He remembered the thread he’d followed, the song in his grace he’d traced through space. “I didn’t find you… I found Daniel. I sensed him.” The sensation had been powerful, unyielding, a guiding light, a beacon leading him where he belonged. It felt like revelation, but his own, only Castiel’s to feel. “I think that I could find him anywhere.”
Dean didn’t respond right away. Castiel could see the conflict dancing behind the hunter’s eyes… have a ‘chick-flick moment’ or crack a joke. “Well, good… that’ll probably come in handy when he starts learning how to fly.” Dean grinned and leaned in closer to brush his fingers against Daniel’s back.
Even though Dean would not feel it, Castiel opened his wings, reached out with them, and engulfed Dean inside them along with himself and Daniel.
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A/N: This one’s kind of a shortie, but that’s only because the next one’s pretty long. So good news and bad news, eh? Epic amount of thanks to everyone who’s reviewed this fic… I can’t say it enough: I never thought my little experiment in writing non-squicky mpreg would be so well-received. Y’all are awesome!
Also… there is more art for this fic! Seriously, I heap undying love upon each of you who does art for my fic *sending out the love* Check it out, because it is fabulous!
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When Castiel woke, Dean was the first thing he saw. The hunter was leaning in close, invading Castiel’s personal space as the angel’s eyes fluttered open.
“Cas?”
“Dean…?” Castiel croaked. Disoriented, confused… but alive.
Dean smiled. “You gotta stop scaring the shit out of me.”
Then Castiel remembered. Lucifer. Daniel.
“Where’s Daniel?” Castiel asked in a rising panic, trying to force into his body the strength to move to go and find his son.
“He’s fine, he’s right over there,” Dean turned his head. Castiel followed the direction of the hunter’s gaze and froze when he saw Gabriel perched on the windowsill, watching him and holding Daniel in his arms.
“Welcome back, bro,” the archangel offered with a cheeky grin.
Castiel didn’t understand what was happening. Why Gabriel was there, why he was holding Daniel, where here was, what had happened after Lucifer…
But in that instant, only one thing mattered. His grace cried for just one thing.
“Give him to me,” Castiel said hoarsely to Dean, reaching up and grasping the hunter’s forearm to impress upon him the urgency of the request. The raw need behind it. “Please.”
Dean studied him a second before he patted Castiel on the shoulder and said, “Yeah, sure… I’ll bring him to you.”
While Dean was collecting the baby from Gabriel, Castiel struggled into a semi-upright position against the headboard. When Dean returned to the bed, he was smiling at him with Daniel in his arms.
Castiel barely gave Dean a chance to hand the baby over before he was reaching out and plucking the boy from Dean’s arms. Greedily, like a grace-deep hunger, he brought Daniel to his chest and held him close. The reunion of their graces, so alike and yet each unique, rejoiced at the boundaries of them both, crashing against the fine line where Daniel ended and Castiel began. But it was still not close enough, and Castiel pressed Daniel to him, wishing he could take the baby entirely into his grace, cocoon him there, wrap him in the light and heat that was Castiel, where the child would always be protected and safe.
Once, what seemed like a very long time ago, Castiel desperately wanted Daniel out. Now, he wished he could tangle their energies like they had been before, existing in a state of alone and never-alone at the same time. He never wanted Daniel to be away from him again.
“Hey… take it easy, Cas,” Dean was speaking, and he sounded concerned. “It’s okay… he’s fine.”
Castiel unfurled his wings and closed them around himself and his son, sheltering them together in their ethereal warmth. Daniel made a happy sound, and his baby wings arched toward Castiel’s chest… trying to hug with feathers of light and energy but not having the control to do it.
The effort was enough.
Castiel brought a hand up to cup Daniel’s head, turned his face toward his son, and he kissed Daniel’s dark, soft hair.
He sensed more than saw Gabriel leave.
Dean scooted closer to them on the mattress, his soul radiating good things in ways Dean Winchester’s soul rarely did. “How did you find us, Cas?” he asked in an awed whisper.
He remembered the thread he’d followed, the song in his grace he’d traced through space. “I didn’t find you… I found Daniel. I sensed him.” The sensation had been powerful, unyielding, a guiding light, a beacon leading him where he belonged. It felt like revelation, but his own, only Castiel’s to feel. “I think that I could find him anywhere.”
Dean didn’t respond right away. Castiel could see the conflict dancing behind the hunter’s eyes… have a ‘chick-flick moment’ or crack a joke. “Well, good… that’ll probably come in handy when he starts learning how to fly.” Dean grinned and leaned in closer to brush his fingers against Daniel’s back.
Even though Dean would not feel it, Castiel opened his wings, reached out with them, and engulfed Dean inside them along with himself and Daniel.
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