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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bruh i bet cas and dean got way more annoying when they started dating. imagine all the bickering and flirting. being in the middle of a fight with a pack of vamps and theyre bickering in the corner about who’s the better boyfriend. (each saying eachother) meanwhile sam’s being flung across the room.
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Dean, shaking a magic 8 ball: Does Cas like me?
Magic 8 Ball: Don't count on it.
Dean: 😮…
Cas, sitting next to Dean in bed: We've been married for five years, Dean.
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The fact that Cas immediately knew Dean had the Mark of Cain…he literally just grabs Dean’s arm and looks exactly in the right spot.
Cas sees right through his crap. Without hesitation.
Even for them that’s kind of insane.
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