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diminuel · 4 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 · 16 days
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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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canonblastedships · 6 months
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Suptober Day 2 Prompt: Pumpkin Patch
Is combining 2 prompts cheating? Is it ok if I cheat? I’m gonna cheat. I’m cheating.
Also Suptober Day 7 Prompt: Black Cat
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Cat Jack’s Punkin Pach
Crack under the Cut:
Cas: Dean. Did you allow Jack to watch The Simpson’s Treehouse of Horror, when I specifically said not to?
Jack: Yeah! Meow!
Dean (glaring at the lil traitor): What, there was a marathon, Cas. It’s tradition!
Cas: Dean.
Sam: Really? A ninja star, Dean? Against that thing?
Jack: Meow! It’s the Gweat Punkin, Dad Sam!
Dean: Well, Sammy, my batarang is plastic, so yeah. What u got to offer, Super Lame-o?
Sam (bitch face full force): That doesn’t even—
Jack: Hissssss!!
No pumpkins were hurt during the making of this comic. Just TFW.
Side Note: Y’all I got ideas for these prompts but the hands do not want to cooperate. It’s been a struggle but I’m gonna keep trying to bust these out.
Tagging my rb buddies: @velvethopewrites and @heller-cockles-truther
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who will take care of me
established destiel, kid!jack, single parent castiel
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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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Suptober22 Day 23 - Sleepless Nights
Cas hummed as he sat in the rocking chair, some tune he'd heard in Baby, no doubt. Jack was curled up on his chest, sleeping fitfully.
Cas wanted nothing more than to be able to lay Jack in his crib and go to bed himself. But every time he made an attempt, Jack woke up and started crying.
So, he sat, and he rocked, and he longed for his comfortable bed and his snuggly husband.
It had been about thirty minutes since his last attempt to lay Jack down and he was about to try again, when he heard soft footsteps coming down the hall.
"Cas, sweetheart, come to bed." Dean said as he rounded the corner and entered the room.
Cas made a disgruntled noise, "Don't you think I would have if it was possible?"
Dean peered at him, still half asleep, "What's wrong? Is Jack okay?"
Cas softened a bit at the clear concern in Dean's voice, "Jack is fine, he just cries every time I go to lay him down."
Dean smiled ruefully, "Been there. I spent so many nights huddled up with Sam in his bed when he was that age, he wouldn't sleep unless I was right there with him."
Cas grumbled, "How long did it take him to move past that phase?"
Dean laughed, "Years."
"Years?" Cas asked incredulously. "That is not sustainable, Dean! How are we going to do this for years?"
Dean walked over to Cas and leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head. "We aren't."
Cas started to speak, but Dean interrupted. "What did your books say? You read every baby book under the sun, before we got Jack."
"I'm not doing it, Dean! I refuse!" Cas exclaimed in a harsh whisper.
"You know it won't hurt him, and it will lead to all of us getting better sleep and being happier people because of it."
"No, absolutely not!" Cas said, his eyes shooting daggers at Dean.
"Ok, we'll see what other options are available tomorrow. Let me grab a blanket and I'll join you."
"Dean, you don't have to do that."
"I don't have to do what? Be an equal parent? Shut up. I'll be right back." Dean walked out of the room shaking his head and grumbling under his breathe "Don't have to, fuck that."
After grabbing a blanket from the hall closet he came back to Jack's room, ready to sit on the floor and lean against Cas' legs while they waited out the sleepless night.
But Cas was standing, holding Jack in front of him so he could see his face. "I love you, Jack. I know this is going to be hard, but it's for your own good, and mine, and your Papa's."
With that he laid Jack down and turned to Dean. Cas looked like he'd just betrayed everything he stood for.
"Come on, babe." Dean said, wrapping his arm around Cas' shoulders and guiding him out of the room.
As they crossed the threshold, Jack started to whimper. Cas hesitated, but Dean pulled him along.
By the time they'd reached their bedroom, Jack was all out bawling.
Dean almost broke when he looked in Cas' eyes, but he held firm, moving towards their bed.
As he settled against the headboard and guided Cas between his legs, pulling him back against him, Cas' shoulders began to shake. "Let's give it ten minutes, just ten minutes, if he hasn't fallen back asleep by then we'll go get him. Okay?"
Cas nodded weakly, turning to bury his face against Dean's neck.
Dean held him while he cried and whispered sweet nothings about how good a Dad he was, how even though this was hard he was doing the right thing, how he loved him so much and was so proud of him.
Cas just cried along with Jack.
They were nearing the ten minute mark when Jack's cries began to ease. Cas pulled away a little so he could see Dean. He looked devastated, but hopeful. Within another few seconds, Jack's cries had all but disappeared.
Cas looked at Dean in disbelief. He started to get up, to go check on Jack, make sure everything was alright.
Dean stopped him, "Hold on just a couple more minutes, let's make sure he's good and asleep before we go back in there."
Cas nodded dolefully.
Dean pulled him into a firm hug and just held on, slowly rubbing his hand up and down Cas' back and placing comforting kisses along his cheek and back into his hair.
After a couple minutes, Dean eased back, "Alright, let's go."
They climbed out of bed and walked down the hall hand in hand. When they got to Jack's room Cas hesitated for a brief moment before moving into the room and towards the crib.
Jack was sleeping peacefully.
Cas turned around and threw his arms around Dean and just held on.
Everything was alright, they were all going to be alright.
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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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columboposting · 3 months
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rewatched Last of the Time Lords
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daftmooncretin · 4 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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r3ynah · 1 month
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Family of Distinguished People.
So like what if, the Fenton family is just a family full of heroes, villains, and vigilantes. like.. just imagine a long line of people that had or has contributed to the world somehow. Like the Fenton parents as Supervillains, Jazz as a Vigilante, Danny as Hero. Dani just decides to travel not too interested, but does help with her family if needed, Dan does the same thing.
BUT WHAT IF joker is actually a close relative of the Fenton Family (ex. Uncle, Cousin,Family Friend) and like he's just there all happy with his (found)family during family reunions, birthdays and shit.
And the batfam are just like so confused and stressed to why the joker goes missing once a month.
While Joker is literally having a game of Monopoly with the elementary kids at amity park (the kids couldn't bother, they've saw scarier things they handled scarier things) cue Joker giving the kids a hundred dollars because he lost.
This is just one of my what if prompts, that i got locked up in a vault. Might delete this later who knows.
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astrafortune · 16 days
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The BEST rock jam sesh you’ve ever heard
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radiance1 · 8 months
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There was a new cafe open in Gotham.
Such thing would usually not be a problem whatsoever, except for the fact that the family that ran said bakery just appeared out of nowhere one day. No one knew who they were, not where they came from.
The two parents- Mr. and Mrs. Fenton seemed to be the usual case of brilliant scientists about to snap and go crazy, and yes, everyone who visited said store waited with baited breath for said thing to happen.
Except, it never did.
They were just being your normal (as you can get in Gotham) run of the mill parents taking care of their two kids while simultaneously running a bakery.
Almost made them feel silly for waiting for the other shoe to drop, but in Gotham you could never be too sure.
Their oldest child, Jasmine Fenton passed college with flying colors, and seemed to be your normal run of the mil teenage girl busy with taking care of school and stuff.
Their youngest and last child- Danny Fenton- was a bit of an enigma, to be honest. He didn't seem to be going to school, instead staying and helping run his parents' bakery alongside- or alone when they were busy with something else- his parents. The room noticeably got colder whenever he was around, his touch colder than the normal human should be, his breath a tad too cold whenever he was speaking over someone's shoulder, and his teeth literal fangs.
They assume him to be a meta, and if he didn't already have parents would have assumed him to be Mr. Freeze's long-lost child or something.
Everyone was determined to treat them like a normal family, maybe a tad weird but honestly, it wouldn't be inaccurate to say there was something weird about everyone who lived in Gotham.
They were just a normal family, maybe have a past they're running from, who are the Gothamites to judge. At least, until they were attacked by one of Gotham's rouges.
The daughter was at school, well out of the fire zone.
Ms. Fenton calmly rang out a bell on the counter, while Mr. Fenton didn't even stop from where he was carrying multiple people's orders (with the help from small green beings the Fenton's call blob ghosts) and then out from the ceiling appeared what looked like extremely high-tech weapons and without a second's delay were they fired, the villain was not killed, but were knocked out cold.
Then their son appeared from the kitchen, dusting his hands off on his apron, calmly walked to the villain and proceeded to throw them out of the establishment as easy as breathing and walk back into the kitchen as if nothing had happened.
They knew there was another shoe just waiting to drop, and drop it did. They're just glad it wasn't the result of another villain added to the rogue's ranks.
And hey, they'll be turning a blind eye for as long as they could when said family makes some of the best pastries and meanest cups of coffee in Gotham.
(Two days after that was it made known that their daughter pulled out one of those same high-tech guns on the Red Hood.)
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