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diminuel · 5 months
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Don't play with food, Sam!
Prompt for today is by @katiecurls75 (Though Jack's a kid and not a toddler! I remembered the prompt wrong.)
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rockybloo · 1 month
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POV: You're Jack's mom, who put him to bed 1 hour ago only to see not only is he not asleep but he also managed to snatch up the cookie jar you put on the top shelf in the kitchen…
and that he's been sneaking the cow inside the house.
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deancaskiss · 1 year
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“papa?” jack said, walking into the living room and going straight to dean’s side of the couch. “I think it’s time.”
dean immediately sat up, nudging cas back out of his arms and moving on the couch so that jack could sit between them. jack usually went to cas when he needed help, always a call for “dad?” that cas immediately reacted to. but this time, it was something dean knew he could help with.
“time for what?” cas asked, hands settling softly on jack’s shoulder, moving towards jack’s forehead to feel for a fever.
“my tooth,” jack replied, reaching for dean’s hand.
“what?” cas said at the same time dean brushed his thumb across jack’s cheek softly.
with a grin, dean said, “buddy has had a loose tooth for days. think it’s ready for you to lose that first tooth of yours?”
jack nodded eagerly.
“how loose is it? show me those pearly whites,” dean said, peering at jack’s front tooth as the 6 year old wiggled the tooth. “perfect, looks like you’re ready kiddo,” dean said, grabbing one of the tissues from the tissue box he’d deliberately put there that morning specifically for this moment.
dean looked over jack’s head, catching his husbands eyes as cas settled back against the couch cushions, watching the exchange between dean and jack with the fondest smile. giving cas a smile of his own, dean leaned fowards and asked jack, “you’re sure you want me to do this?”
jack nodded again, giving dean that bright smile that was a mirror image of cas’. “I want it to be you,” jack said.
dean felt his heart melt in his chest. “alright, brave little bud. one little tug and it’s over. ready?” once jack gave him a thumbs up, just like he’d done for sam all those years ago, dean gently used the tissue and tugged the tooth, feeling it slide free with ease.
“awesome!” jack cheered, immediately flashing a toothless grin at dean before he turned that smile towards cas. cas smiled back, leaning forwards to press a kiss to jack’s forehead.
“time for you to go back to bed,” cas said, moving up from the couch and catching jack’s hand.
“what about my $2?” jack said, batting innocent eyes at dean.
“I’ll discuss it with the tooth fairy,” dean said, sneaking a quick kiss against cas’ cheek before grabbing jack’s other hand. “c’mon, your dad said bedtime.”
jack hummed happily all the way back to the bedroom as dean and cas tucked him back into bed. “good night dad, good night papa,” jack mumbled sleepily.
“good night sweetheart,” cas replied, dropping a kiss to jack’s forehead again.
“good night brave lil rockstar,” dean said, kissing jack on the cheek and walking out the bedroom with cas by his side.
but instead of walking them back to the living room, cas gently bumped dean into their own room and he softly kissed dean then and there in their doorway.
“what was that for?” dean asked, chasing cas’ mouth in another kiss.
cas smiled, sweet and beautiful, as he murmured, “I always knew you’d be a good dad.”
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who will take care of me
established destiel, kid!jack, single parent castiel
wc 780
Castiel is ignoring his ice cube toes when he hears the front door open. He burrows further into the blankets. Covering his face, he wills the shame away.
It's been building all day. He hears boots hit the floor and keys jangle on the table. 
Jack woke up cranky and it all went downhill from there. He had forgotten to buy more blueberries for the oatmeal. Jack refused bananas as a substitute and Cas couldn't blame him. Wrong texture. Looking for Jack’s other Thomas the Tank Engine shoe put them late to preschool which in turn put Castiel late for work. Jack was in tears as he walked away. Castiel tried not to cry as he called his boss.
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Work was a steady stream of students and coworkers in sour moods as the cold and rainy Friday stretched on.
And on.
And on.
The water runs in the kitchen.
Who will take care of me? Castiel used to wonder as he juggled single parenting with a full time job.
Jack was at least in a better mood when Castiel picked him up on his lunch break. Fridays were always half days at the preschool and it was Anna's turn to watch him. His sister's house is always a favorite of Jack's. Lots of craft supplies and an old dress up trunk keep him occupied for hours. Castiel is forever thankful Anna works from home.
And that she knows him so well. 
Why don't I keep him overnight? I'll take him to the library in the morning and you can pick him up there?
Castiel squeezes his eyes shut even tighter. He knows he can't do everything on his own but the shame at being relieved to have a night to himself engulfs him.
He's not even making use of the time.
His bedroom door creaks open. Clothes softly fall to the floor and then Castiel is enveloped in strong arms. His toes come in contact with warm shins and there's a yelp in his ear.
"Shit, Cas! Would it kill you to put some socks on?"
In response, Castiel turns in his arms and buries his face in Dean's t-shirt. He inhales the smell of coffee and baked goods. Hands come up to stroke his hair, followed by a kiss.
"Rough day, huh?"
Castiel nods, tears finally leaking down his nose. 
"Jack still with Anna?"
Another nod.
"You in the mood for pizza or chinese?"
Castiel taps Dean's bicep once. 
"The Two Towers or Star Trek Beyond?"
Two taps. 
"Excellent choice. Today really was crazy. Is it a full moon?" Dean claws his fingers and gently scratches circles on Castiel's back. Castiel doesn’t believe in the full moon affecting people’s behavior but he’s starting to rethink that. His phone pings several times on the bedside table, most likely videos of Jack from Anna.
After a few moments Dean says, "Alright, I’m gonna go order the pizza." 
Dean starts to pull away but Castiel clutches at his t-shirt. Dean makes a wounded sound, "Baby, c'mon I’m starving and I can hear your stomach growling." 
Castiel lets Dean roll out of the bed. He hears Dean open a drawer, probably for some sweatpants, and is also greeted with clean socks in his face.
"I hear the couch calling your name!" Dean says in a sing-song tone as he leaves the room. Cas grumbles, but after watching the videos Anna sent, he’s shuffling down the hall, wrapped in the comforter. The sight greeting him in the kitchen nearly makes him weep. Again.
They’ve only been dating a few months, but Dean has already made himself at home. He's great with Jack and always helps out with chores that Castiel can never seem to catch up on. Like, right now Dean is tackling the mountain of dirty dishes in the sink. Castiel flops onto the couch in the front room and draws the comforter tightly around him. Maybe it’s time to ask him to move in. 
The sound of Dean’s singing lulls him into a doze that the doorbell ringing tears him out of. Dean plops the pizza, sodas, and paper towels on the coffee table before lifting up Castiel's legs to sit on the couch. He presses play on the DVD menu. Subtitles already on. They've both seen this movie too many times to count and Dean says half the lines along with the movie. 
Castiel is in the middle of his third slice when he reaches out for Dean's hand. 
"I love you." His voice breaks as he interrupts Dean's running commentary. 
Dean smiles tenderly, pulls Castiel into a hug, and says "I love you most."
Castiel doesn't have to wonder anymore.
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samsrosary · 1 year
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Christmas for the Winchesters and the Kline :-)
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thevioletcaptain · 1 year
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Toes in the Sand
11k | Explicit | DeanCas
Almost three weeks ago, Jack brought a newly-human Cas back from the Empty. Dean's been trying to get him alone ever since. Or;
A post-15.19 fix-it fic featuring human!Cas, kid!Jack, a whole lot of Dadstiel, and two doofuses continuing to take their sweet time even after Cas’ love confession.
The beach is buzzing with scantily-clad summer travelers, the sand golden-warm as the Gulf of Mexico stretches out forever under a bright blue sky, but Dean is barely aware of any of it. It could be storming for all he knows. There could be an escaped rhinoceros sprinting across the sand. He wouldn't notice, because every last fraction of his focus is trained on the middle-aged former angel sprawled out on a threadbare beach towel a couple dozen feet away.
He's gone a little gray at the temples. He's wearing gas-station sunglasses and a pair of candy-pink swim trunks printed with bananas. In Dean's humble opinion, he's the hottest thing that's ever been on this beach.
[keep reading on Ao3]
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uh-ohspaghettio · 1 year
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Okay so I can’t draw but I can photoshop
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@destielmonth 2022
Day 15: Books
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Based on my Destielmonth fic SpyxFamily AU read it here!
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november5th · 2 years
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Here’s a random Destiel Drabble inspired by the thought of kid!Jack turning five. A little glimpse into their silly lives-
Cas is wiping down the kitchen table when Dean comes home with the last minute party supplies; a large bag of ice and a dozen hot pink helium balloons. Spying the remnants of finger paint that Cas hasn’t yet gotten to, Dean asks “Did he make some more decorations?”
“Yes, turns out we forgot to hang a poster in the guest bathroom.” Cas answers, with a smile on his face. In the last week leading up to his fifth birthday, Jack has made signs, labels, posters and banners for just about every surface in the house.
“Crap, I guess we can kiss our party planning careers goodbye then. What were we thinking?” Dean says dramatically, gently letting the balloons rest against the ceiling and setting the ice down in the sink. Then he makes his way towards his husband for a kiss. Cas leans against him but then pulls back with a frown when he feels Dean’s hands start to slide under the hem of his shirt.
“Dean.”
Dean raises his eyebrows as a question, pretending he had no ulterior motive. Cas continues, “If you even think about touching me with those ice cold hands, you’re going to regret it.”
“Oh, so you’ll use me as your own personal Kristoff but then won’t even help me warm my frostbitten fingers up?”
“A professional like Kristoff would have used the proper tools.”
“I thought you liked my tools?” Dean replied, leaning in for a slower kiss this time.
Resting his forehead against Dean’s, Cas replies, “You know I love you and your tools. Now, focus! Because we have a ridiculous amount people showing up in about two hours and we still have things to get ready.”
“Okay, fine!” Dean say, holding his slightly less cold hands up in defeat. “I’ll go get the cooler from the garage so I can get the drinks on ice.”
Dean is gone for a about thirty seconds when Cas hears him step back into the kitchen. “Umm, Cas? When did we get a cat?”
“Well, actually, that’s Jack.”
“Ok. When did Jack get a cat?”
“No, that is Jack. He, uh… he sort of discovered a new skill while you were out.”
Dean opened his mouth to ask one of the many questions on the tip of his tongue but changed his mind and closed it again. Resigning himself to his fate, he turned and walked towards the garage, muttering something about “Why did I have to pick angels?” But, of course, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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nerdpoe · 7 days
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Danny is about to be kidnapped in Gotham This is not a good time.
He's studying for the SAT, he's already been kidnapped by Vlad like, four times that week and it was a fucking Tuesday, he forgot his wallet at his new apartment, locked himself out of said new apartment (he could phase through the door but that wasn't the point), he's just been informed that the grant he applied for was denied so he needs to ask his mom and dad for college funds when he'd already told them he had it covered, and just...it was shit.
It had been shit. The entire week had been awful and annoying and he was ready to either murder everyone on the planet or go find a corner to cry in for the next three days.
So when the band of wild goons working for whatever villain of the week pulled up and tried to kidnap him, he snapped.
He used them to vent.
Shouted about how terrible his day had been, how terrible his week had been, how he'd already been kidnapped by his creepy godfather who was way too into him, how college funding was shit and the grant system was rigged, and how he'd have to call a locksmith or break down the door to his own apartment if he wanted to go to bed-all of it. He unloaded all of his frustration.
The goons actually backed off.
One of them gave him an awkward side hug and told him it'd get better.
Danny wasn't paying attention to his surrounding. He doesn't realize that the whole thing was livestreamed.
So when he gets home to his apartment later that day, his door is opened for him by the vigilante Spoiler before he can even turn intangible.
She brought over BatBurger and kidnapped Bruce Wayne, Gotham's bumbling Prince, to talk about college grants.
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columboposting · 3 months
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rewatched Last of the Time Lords
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daftmooncretin · 5 months
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last three seasons spn are crazy. its just dean being borderline suicidal while sam tries to fix it by basically dangling his keys at him and going : “dean look! cowboys!” “dean look! strip club!” “dean look! haunted action figure.”
Meanwhile castiel is like i see that dean is suicidal, this is clearly my fault so i will remedy this by dying.
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ozuzo · 11 days
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Happy 413 to the webcomic that changed everything! 💖
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tanglepelt · 6 days
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Dpxdc 180
Did Danny abuse the fact the GIW needed his parents tech. Yes of course. Danny not phantom seemed to be the trouble maker as of late. His parent threatened to withhold tech and blue prints from them if the GIW touched their kids.
Did he get caught breaking ember and boxy out of a government facility? yes. He expected the lecture he got.
The next jail break. It was not him. It was sam, Then the third. Also not him. That was Val… then it was Tucker. But not him.
The blame fell on him.
He did not expect to be shipped out of state. The GIW were happy to cover all costs. Even got him into a decent highschool. And had an apartment all arranged.
Gotham?
Not where he was expecting.
The assassination attempts. Also surprising.
Not so surprising. Tucker found out the GIW wanted to “silence” him. Offering a lot of money.
Of course his parents don’t listen. He is 15 perfectly fine to be all alone. Even if he is near some place with the nickname crime alley. Nope. He is just being dramatic. They tell him no one wants him dead.
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ditzybat · 1 month
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bruce: tim, i fear you might’ve been emotionally neglected by your parents
tim: it’s not neglect, i had a mansion and a black amex card - i was living the life
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