[Fic] John'Verse - Story Sixteen - Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice (Part 1/3)
Title: Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice
Author: Stolen Childe
Disclaimer: Don’t own the boys! Just playing.
Rating: G
Content/Warnings: kid!fic, slight h/c, daddy!Sam, awesome!Sam, slash, archangel!Cas, mentions of past Sam/OFC, child abandonment (not by any of the boys)
Pairings/Characters: Dean/Castiel, past Sam/OFC, Mary J. Winchester(child OC)
World Count: 5000
Summary: Dean has to be Big Brother again when Sam stumbles home with a surprise. Good thing Dean has his very own Archangel to help.
Author’s Notes: All right, Part 16 in my John’Verse… Though John’s not actually in it… People were asking for sweet Mary, so here she is. Mary’s background story was alluded to briefly in In his Grace. Story in three parts Dean, Castiel and Sam. I hope I wrote Sam all right! I don’t write him very often. Please enjoy.
John’s Age: Seven
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Part I - Dean: Brother of the Year
Sam's voice was thin and quivering when he softly called out Dean's name. The tone had Dean high-tailing it down the hall and to his brother in an instant.
Dean had known that Sam had been gone to hook up with an old fling. Or he assumed that was what was happening. He didn't really have the details but the gist was that a girl had called for Sam and Sam had gone to see the girl.
"What is it Sammy?" Dean asked, trying to even his tone employing seven years of practice with a panicked or anxious John.
"Dean I..." Sam couldn't finish, he just looked up with wide shocked eyes which is precisely when Dean noticed the glimpse of pink peeking out of Sam's jacket that he had bundled in his arms.
"Sam..." Dean began trying to calm his rapidly beating heart and frantic breath. "What's that you have there?"
"Dean... Shit Dean..." Sam couldn't speak he just shook his head and his eyes looked suspiciously wet.
Dean nodded stiffly and moved forward all business. As soon as he neared his younger brother his suspicions were confirmed. He gently removed the bundle from Sam's arms and ushered the exhausted man to bed.
"We'll talk later, but for now get some sleep," Dean said sternly. "You're gonna need it." Sam nodded dazedly and drifted down to his room.
Dean took a deep breath and turned his attention back to the infant in his arms. His eyes and voice gentle, "Hey there Baby Girl. You're a bit of a surprise, huh? Daddy will be back with you soon. But he's in a bit of a shock right now so I'm gonna look after you until he gets his head back. Don't you worry though Princess, I got this. I'm your Uncle Dean."
The baby looked up at him with big blue eyes, a dusting of soft blond curls just peeking out from under the fuzzy pink blanket swaddled around her. Sam hadn't brought a bag in with him and Dean anxiously bit his lip.
"Right. You need stuff. Mama not give you anything? Okay, which means Uncle Dean needs help..." Dean continued to gnaw his lip for a moment trying to stem the swell of anxiety that was creeping in.
"Ah Cas... Sorry to bother you but we have a bit of a situation if you could pop in that'd be great. And hey Johnny, love you Buddy. Hope Uncle Gabe is treating you good in Angel School."
Now Dean just had to wait. He turned his attention back to the infant.
“All right Love, Uncle Cas will be with us shortly then Uncle Dean’s gonna go get you some essentials. But first we need to find some place to put you, don’t we? Don’t wanna bug Daddy downstairs. That’s where your cousin John’s crib is all in pieces down there near Daddy’s room. Daddy gets to set that up, Uncle Dean and Uncle Cas nearly killed each other when we did it for Johnny. You’ll like John, he’s a cool kid. Well of course he’s a cool kid, he’s mine.” Dean grinned down at the baby she blinked up at him seemingly entranced.
“Don’t mind me Sunshine, I ramble when I’m nervous. You’ll get used to it, I have a feeling this isn’t just a weekend visit, huh? Okay, so someplace to put you… They used to keep babies in drawers back in the day, but I think that’s a little too undignified for Little Miss Winchester, don’t you? Oh! I’m such an idiot… Johnny’s old carrier, that’s in the garage and it’ll do in a pinch. Hope you don’t mind hand-me-downs. Just got boy clothes I’m afraid, but hey, why perpetuate the gender stereotypes huh?”
Dean kept talking all the while as he headed to the garage. Dean had found out early on when John was a baby that as long as Dean or Castiel talked, John would generally not cry unless he really needed something. He hoped the same with hold true for the new little girl in their lives, especially considering the massive upheaval she just had gone through. Thrust upon three strangers without a thought.
John’s old baby things were packed neatly away in large plastic bins, there wasn’t really that much of it now that Dean looked at it. It had been necessary to keep John’s things to the bare minimum because they lived out of Bobby’s or on the road for the first four and a half years of John’s life. It would do though, in a pinch.
The carrier was in the most inconvenient position it could possibly be in while Dean juggled and infant and waited for a wayward archangel to get his feathery ass home. Dean’s lower lip migrated between his teeth again as he looked over at the carrier pushed way up to the top on the largest stack of bins, down to the pink gurgling bundle in his arms then back up. The Impala was sitting unlocked and quiet just to Dean’s right and he figured that was as good a place as any. First things first however.
Dean carried the baby over to the Impala and unwrapped Sam’s jacket before laying it flat on the cool metal surface of the hood, “All right Baby Girl, let’s see if I remember how to do this…” Dean remarked unfolding her from her blanket and setting it flat as well. It took more concentration than Dean remembered as he carefully took corners and edges and wrapped and folded. Not too loose, not too tight. All the doctors used to say this was the safest way to lay a baby down. Dean held up the swaddled infant and saw that she looked roughly like a pink lumpy caterpillar and Dean figured that was as good as it was going to get after seven odd years of being out of practise. She blinked up at him and he smiled down at her.
“Well, there, you won’t be wriggling around anytime soon anyways Sweetheart but better safe than sorry, right? Uncle Dean’s just gonna lay you down nice and comfy on Daddy’s coat and then we’re gonna find what we can find.” Dean opened the Impala, lay down Sam’s coat across the vinyl and set the baby girl down in the middle of the driver’s seat. “No joyriding Princess, this is only temporary.” She gurgled and Dean figured that for a laugh.
Dean turned his attention back to the boxes and wiggled and wedged himself around until his fingers could just barely grip the plastic edge of John’s old carrier. Gigantor must have been the one to put the damn thing up there. Dean frowned and tipped it and got ready to catch it as it came tumbling down. At least he had the foresight to wrap it in plastic before they put it away.
“I’m a genius Baby Girl! Don’t let your dad ever tell you different!” Dean called out, just to let her know he was still there. He sang some Zeppelin as he shifted through boxes finding a few assortments of items and sleepers and most importantly the tiny little toques. A wave of nostalgia crashed over Dean as he held a tiny pair of sinfully soft blue socks. He smiled down at them and tucked them in his pocket. He piled his finds in the carrier then closed the bins and turned his attention back to the waiting baby.
“Okay Sweetheart, just slide one of these on that cute little melon of yours and then off we go. Hopefully Uncle Cas will be by soon because I’m pretty sure you need a diaper change Little Miss.” Dean gently eased the fuzzy blue beanie over the little girl’s blonde curls and managed to cradle her in one arm while holding the laden carrier in the other.
“Hey, just like riding a bike… Not that I ever really learned how to ride a bike, but clearly I’m an old pro at this. I’m Super-Dad or something… Super-Uncle too I guess, huh? What do you think? Do I have Lady Winchester’s seal of approval? You so need a name Sweetheart, wonder of Mama gave you one. She must have right?” Dean suddenly felt cold and sick at the thought of his niece not having a name like a thing to be cast out, an unwanted annoyance. It made Dean’s gut roil.
“Don’t you worry Firefly, Daddy will give you the best name ever,” Dean whispered, pressing his lips against the top of her head as they moved back into the house. She cooed gently and maybe Dean thought, a little sadly and it made him want to strangle the bitch who tossed this precious girl out like scraps.
It took longer than Dean thought it would have for Castiel to appear. When the angel did return it was to see Dean sitting backwards on a chair in their bedroom, chewing a thumbnail while he jiggled his leg impatiently.
“Dean, is everything all right?” Castiel asked, soft and calm. Dean made a noncommittal noise in his throat and Castiel finally followed the direction of the other man’s gaze. When his blue eyes landed on the carrier in the middle of their bed his eyebrows shot to his hairline.
“Something you want to tell me Dean?” Castiel asked wryly.
“Jesus Cas, she isn’t mine!” Dean glared, offended.
Castiel sighed, “I know that Dean. I’m teasing. What’s going on? She belongs to… Sam?” The name was said in bewildered surprise and Castiel ventured closer to the now slumbering infant, peering down at her as if visual confirmation would be enough to cement the thought in his mind. As with most infants, she did resemble her father. Castiel understood it was a trait of evolution left over from the millennia. It was to better encourage the male partner in a relationship to protect and care for, rather than cast out, the burden of a child.
“So she is his then,” Dean stated.
“Yes,” Castiel confirmed.
Dean sighed, “Not sure if I should be upset or relieved.”
Castiel frowned, “Not to sound insensitive…”
Dean snorted at that one.
Castiel rolled his eyes then continued, “As I was saying… Why is Sam not here caring for her? And how on Earth did this happen?”
“Well Cas-”
Castiel held up a quelling hand, “Spare me the sarcastic diatribe, I’m very aware of the dynamics, as you well now. What I meann is it is unlike Sam to be so… irresponsible.”
“I know, right?” Dean huffed. “I dunno what to tell you, Babe. I sent him to his room the minute he stumbled through the door like a drunkard. He was in way too much shock to take care of himself let alone a baby and he just drove god knows how many hours so I gave him a temporary reprieve. He is definitely going to get a stern big brother talking to when he comes out of it and I’m certainly not about to pick up his slack on this one. He’ll do the right thing though. He just needs to understand what’s what first. Considering though, all he came in with was that pink blanket and the baby… I doubt her mother would have been much good for her. She’s probably far better off even with Clueless the Friendly Giant as her old man. Right now though, I need to make a supplies run. So I need you to watch her if you can, until Sam wakes up. We’re gonna have to help him a hell of a lot with this. You okay with that, Cas?”
Castiel blinked then furrowed his brow at Dean, “Don’t be ridiculous, of course I’m okay with that. I consider Sam my brother as well.”
Dean grinned, sweet and sappy, “Yeah, he is, isn’t he?”
“Even despite all that, the infant is an innocent in all this and I would do all I could to help her regardless,” Castiel said firmly.
Dean walked over and pressed a deep kiss to Castiel’s lips. The angel more than willingly returned the kiss, pulling Dean close. Dean curled his fingers into the tan of Castiel’s overcoat and with one little teasing nip pulled away.
“Hello,” Castiel greeted.
“Hey,” Dean returned.
Dean squeezed Castiel’s arm before making his way to the door, he paused and turned back, “Cas?”
“Yes Dean?” Castiel asked, flicking his gaze away from the infant only briefly before returning to his rapt stare.
“Thank you,” Dean said simply.
Castiel did turn fully at that, and smiled soft and gentle, “Thanks are not necessary Dean, but you are very welcome regardless.”
“’Kay then,” Dean smiled. “Now go introduce yourself to your niece. I’ll be back shortly.”
Castiel smiled a little in awe, “My niece. I rather like that.”
“Yeah, me too. I think this is gonna be the best thing to ever happen to Sammy.” Dean waved before exiting the room.
“I think you’re right,” Castiel whispered.
Continued Here
Author: Stolen Childe
Disclaimer: Don’t own the boys! Just playing.
Rating: G
Content/Warnings: kid!fic, slight h/c, daddy!Sam, awesome!Sam, slash, archangel!Cas, mentions of past Sam/OFC, child abandonment (not by any of the boys)
Pairings/Characters: Dean/Castiel, past Sam/OFC, Mary J. Winchester(child OC)
World Count: 5000
Summary: Dean has to be Big Brother again when Sam stumbles home with a surprise. Good thing Dean has his very own Archangel to help.
Author’s Notes: All right, Part 16 in my John’Verse… Though John’s not actually in it… People were asking for sweet Mary, so here she is. Mary’s background story was alluded to briefly in In his Grace. Story in three parts Dean, Castiel and Sam. I hope I wrote Sam all right! I don’t write him very often. Please enjoy.
John’s Age: Seven
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Part I - Dean: Brother of the Year
Sam's voice was thin and quivering when he softly called out Dean's name. The tone had Dean high-tailing it down the hall and to his brother in an instant.
Dean had known that Sam had been gone to hook up with an old fling. Or he assumed that was what was happening. He didn't really have the details but the gist was that a girl had called for Sam and Sam had gone to see the girl.
"What is it Sammy?" Dean asked, trying to even his tone employing seven years of practice with a panicked or anxious John.
"Dean I..." Sam couldn't finish, he just looked up with wide shocked eyes which is precisely when Dean noticed the glimpse of pink peeking out of Sam's jacket that he had bundled in his arms.
"Sam..." Dean began trying to calm his rapidly beating heart and frantic breath. "What's that you have there?"
"Dean... Shit Dean..." Sam couldn't speak he just shook his head and his eyes looked suspiciously wet.
Dean nodded stiffly and moved forward all business. As soon as he neared his younger brother his suspicions were confirmed. He gently removed the bundle from Sam's arms and ushered the exhausted man to bed.
"We'll talk later, but for now get some sleep," Dean said sternly. "You're gonna need it." Sam nodded dazedly and drifted down to his room.
Dean took a deep breath and turned his attention back to the infant in his arms. His eyes and voice gentle, "Hey there Baby Girl. You're a bit of a surprise, huh? Daddy will be back with you soon. But he's in a bit of a shock right now so I'm gonna look after you until he gets his head back. Don't you worry though Princess, I got this. I'm your Uncle Dean."
The baby looked up at him with big blue eyes, a dusting of soft blond curls just peeking out from under the fuzzy pink blanket swaddled around her. Sam hadn't brought a bag in with him and Dean anxiously bit his lip.
"Right. You need stuff. Mama not give you anything? Okay, which means Uncle Dean needs help..." Dean continued to gnaw his lip for a moment trying to stem the swell of anxiety that was creeping in.
"Ah Cas... Sorry to bother you but we have a bit of a situation if you could pop in that'd be great. And hey Johnny, love you Buddy. Hope Uncle Gabe is treating you good in Angel School."
Now Dean just had to wait. He turned his attention back to the infant.
“All right Love, Uncle Cas will be with us shortly then Uncle Dean’s gonna go get you some essentials. But first we need to find some place to put you, don’t we? Don’t wanna bug Daddy downstairs. That’s where your cousin John’s crib is all in pieces down there near Daddy’s room. Daddy gets to set that up, Uncle Dean and Uncle Cas nearly killed each other when we did it for Johnny. You’ll like John, he’s a cool kid. Well of course he’s a cool kid, he’s mine.” Dean grinned down at the baby she blinked up at him seemingly entranced.
“Don’t mind me Sunshine, I ramble when I’m nervous. You’ll get used to it, I have a feeling this isn’t just a weekend visit, huh? Okay, so someplace to put you… They used to keep babies in drawers back in the day, but I think that’s a little too undignified for Little Miss Winchester, don’t you? Oh! I’m such an idiot… Johnny’s old carrier, that’s in the garage and it’ll do in a pinch. Hope you don’t mind hand-me-downs. Just got boy clothes I’m afraid, but hey, why perpetuate the gender stereotypes huh?”
Dean kept talking all the while as he headed to the garage. Dean had found out early on when John was a baby that as long as Dean or Castiel talked, John would generally not cry unless he really needed something. He hoped the same with hold true for the new little girl in their lives, especially considering the massive upheaval she just had gone through. Thrust upon three strangers without a thought.
John’s old baby things were packed neatly away in large plastic bins, there wasn’t really that much of it now that Dean looked at it. It had been necessary to keep John’s things to the bare minimum because they lived out of Bobby’s or on the road for the first four and a half years of John’s life. It would do though, in a pinch.
The carrier was in the most inconvenient position it could possibly be in while Dean juggled and infant and waited for a wayward archangel to get his feathery ass home. Dean’s lower lip migrated between his teeth again as he looked over at the carrier pushed way up to the top on the largest stack of bins, down to the pink gurgling bundle in his arms then back up. The Impala was sitting unlocked and quiet just to Dean’s right and he figured that was as good a place as any. First things first however.
Dean carried the baby over to the Impala and unwrapped Sam’s jacket before laying it flat on the cool metal surface of the hood, “All right Baby Girl, let’s see if I remember how to do this…” Dean remarked unfolding her from her blanket and setting it flat as well. It took more concentration than Dean remembered as he carefully took corners and edges and wrapped and folded. Not too loose, not too tight. All the doctors used to say this was the safest way to lay a baby down. Dean held up the swaddled infant and saw that she looked roughly like a pink lumpy caterpillar and Dean figured that was as good as it was going to get after seven odd years of being out of practise. She blinked up at him and he smiled down at her.
“Well, there, you won’t be wriggling around anytime soon anyways Sweetheart but better safe than sorry, right? Uncle Dean’s just gonna lay you down nice and comfy on Daddy’s coat and then we’re gonna find what we can find.” Dean opened the Impala, lay down Sam’s coat across the vinyl and set the baby girl down in the middle of the driver’s seat. “No joyriding Princess, this is only temporary.” She gurgled and Dean figured that for a laugh.
Dean turned his attention back to the boxes and wiggled and wedged himself around until his fingers could just barely grip the plastic edge of John’s old carrier. Gigantor must have been the one to put the damn thing up there. Dean frowned and tipped it and got ready to catch it as it came tumbling down. At least he had the foresight to wrap it in plastic before they put it away.
“I’m a genius Baby Girl! Don’t let your dad ever tell you different!” Dean called out, just to let her know he was still there. He sang some Zeppelin as he shifted through boxes finding a few assortments of items and sleepers and most importantly the tiny little toques. A wave of nostalgia crashed over Dean as he held a tiny pair of sinfully soft blue socks. He smiled down at them and tucked them in his pocket. He piled his finds in the carrier then closed the bins and turned his attention back to the waiting baby.
“Okay Sweetheart, just slide one of these on that cute little melon of yours and then off we go. Hopefully Uncle Cas will be by soon because I’m pretty sure you need a diaper change Little Miss.” Dean gently eased the fuzzy blue beanie over the little girl’s blonde curls and managed to cradle her in one arm while holding the laden carrier in the other.
“Hey, just like riding a bike… Not that I ever really learned how to ride a bike, but clearly I’m an old pro at this. I’m Super-Dad or something… Super-Uncle too I guess, huh? What do you think? Do I have Lady Winchester’s seal of approval? You so need a name Sweetheart, wonder of Mama gave you one. She must have right?” Dean suddenly felt cold and sick at the thought of his niece not having a name like a thing to be cast out, an unwanted annoyance. It made Dean’s gut roil.
“Don’t you worry Firefly, Daddy will give you the best name ever,” Dean whispered, pressing his lips against the top of her head as they moved back into the house. She cooed gently and maybe Dean thought, a little sadly and it made him want to strangle the bitch who tossed this precious girl out like scraps.
It took longer than Dean thought it would have for Castiel to appear. When the angel did return it was to see Dean sitting backwards on a chair in their bedroom, chewing a thumbnail while he jiggled his leg impatiently.
“Dean, is everything all right?” Castiel asked, soft and calm. Dean made a noncommittal noise in his throat and Castiel finally followed the direction of the other man’s gaze. When his blue eyes landed on the carrier in the middle of their bed his eyebrows shot to his hairline.
“Something you want to tell me Dean?” Castiel asked wryly.
“Jesus Cas, she isn’t mine!” Dean glared, offended.
Castiel sighed, “I know that Dean. I’m teasing. What’s going on? She belongs to… Sam?” The name was said in bewildered surprise and Castiel ventured closer to the now slumbering infant, peering down at her as if visual confirmation would be enough to cement the thought in his mind. As with most infants, she did resemble her father. Castiel understood it was a trait of evolution left over from the millennia. It was to better encourage the male partner in a relationship to protect and care for, rather than cast out, the burden of a child.
“So she is his then,” Dean stated.
“Yes,” Castiel confirmed.
Dean sighed, “Not sure if I should be upset or relieved.”
Castiel frowned, “Not to sound insensitive…”
Dean snorted at that one.
Castiel rolled his eyes then continued, “As I was saying… Why is Sam not here caring for her? And how on Earth did this happen?”
“Well Cas-”
Castiel held up a quelling hand, “Spare me the sarcastic diatribe, I’m very aware of the dynamics, as you well now. What I meann is it is unlike Sam to be so… irresponsible.”
“I know, right?” Dean huffed. “I dunno what to tell you, Babe. I sent him to his room the minute he stumbled through the door like a drunkard. He was in way too much shock to take care of himself let alone a baby and he just drove god knows how many hours so I gave him a temporary reprieve. He is definitely going to get a stern big brother talking to when he comes out of it and I’m certainly not about to pick up his slack on this one. He’ll do the right thing though. He just needs to understand what’s what first. Considering though, all he came in with was that pink blanket and the baby… I doubt her mother would have been much good for her. She’s probably far better off even with Clueless the Friendly Giant as her old man. Right now though, I need to make a supplies run. So I need you to watch her if you can, until Sam wakes up. We’re gonna have to help him a hell of a lot with this. You okay with that, Cas?”
Castiel blinked then furrowed his brow at Dean, “Don’t be ridiculous, of course I’m okay with that. I consider Sam my brother as well.”
Dean grinned, sweet and sappy, “Yeah, he is, isn’t he?”
“Even despite all that, the infant is an innocent in all this and I would do all I could to help her regardless,” Castiel said firmly.
Dean walked over and pressed a deep kiss to Castiel’s lips. The angel more than willingly returned the kiss, pulling Dean close. Dean curled his fingers into the tan of Castiel’s overcoat and with one little teasing nip pulled away.
“Hello,” Castiel greeted.
“Hey,” Dean returned.
Dean squeezed Castiel’s arm before making his way to the door, he paused and turned back, “Cas?”
“Yes Dean?” Castiel asked, flicking his gaze away from the infant only briefly before returning to his rapt stare.
“Thank you,” Dean said simply.
Castiel did turn fully at that, and smiled soft and gentle, “Thanks are not necessary Dean, but you are very welcome regardless.”
“’Kay then,” Dean smiled. “Now go introduce yourself to your niece. I’ll be back shortly.”
Castiel smiled a little in awe, “My niece. I rather like that.”
“Yeah, me too. I think this is gonna be the best thing to ever happen to Sammy.” Dean waved before exiting the room.
“I think you’re right,” Castiel whispered.
Continued Here