The sound of excited childish chatter seemed to filter through the entirety of Bobby’s house, as Dean slumped wearily onto a couch, limbs aching and as worn as the cushions beneath his ass. He stretched his legs before him, flexing his toes within the confines of his boots to ease cramps in the muscles. He yawned, suddenly, before he rested his head on the back of the couch wearily.
He closed his eyes, feeling the bright sunburst-pain of an impending headache tug at his temples and the backs of his eyes. Despite the importance of the day, Dean still found himself wishing it was over. He could face a whole horde of demons and an entire host of angry archangels and it still wouldn’t be a patch on the noise and flurry that had surrounded him for the better part of the afternoon.
He sighed lustily and pinched the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger, and thought about rustling up some Tylenol or something for his headache. It was as he was trying to convince his aching muscles to act upon his headache-induced needs, that he heard the flurried wing-beats of Castiel’s approach.
“Hey, Cas,” Dean greeted, with a weary yawn and a glance up at the angel.
“Hello, Dean. Why are you inside?” Castiel asked, perching primly beside Dean on the couch.
“Can you blame me? It’s like a war zone, out there,” Dean snorted back, as he cocked a worn down glance towards Castiel
“It’s our daughter’s birthday, not a war zone, Dean,” Castiel replied, a small frown pulling his eyebrows down low over stormy blue eyes. “There is a distinct difference between the two.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Dean replied, with a smirk. “I swear those little angel babe friends of hers would have more luck with collectively killing me than the Marines would.”
Castiel didn’t get a chance to respond, as pounding feet announced the arrival of a small, whirling form of giggling angelic glee and the excited face of their daughter, Haniel, pouncing heftily into Dean’s lap. Dean “oof-ed” in mock pain, even as his arms encircled the body of his daughter instinctively. Haniel giggled and wriggled against him, fluffy wings beating the air behind her and brushing methodically over the elder Winchester’s bare fore-arms. Dean couldn’t help but smile proudly and more than a little fondly at the shining angel-babe’s face as she grinned back at him.
For all the freckles that liberally dusted the bridge of her nose, which she’d inherited from Dean, she looked exactly like Castiel. Dark hair fluffed around an innocent face, while dark eyelashes curled around wide blue eyes. Dean found himself marvelling at the sight of her again, unable to believe that this little life had been created between Castiel and himself. All the weariness he felt melted away in the face of his daughter’s happy smile. Even Castiel was smiling, as he reached forward to stroke one of the babe’s wings affectionately. She giggled and twisted round to peer at Castiel curiously.
“Hey, Han, where‘s your uncle?” Dean asked, as he wiped a smudge of chocolate from her cheek.
“Unca Sammy is playing outside wiv Unca Bobby and my friends,” Haniel replied, with a nod, as she turned an inquisitive look up at Castiel again. “Daddy Cas, did you know Raziel is braiding Unca Sammy’s hair?”
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Date: 2011-10-24 10:16 pm (UTC)He closed his eyes, feeling the bright sunburst-pain of an impending headache tug at his temples and the backs of his eyes. Despite the importance of the day, Dean still found himself wishing it was over. He could face a whole horde of demons and an entire host of angry archangels and it still wouldn’t be a patch on the noise and flurry that had surrounded him for the better part of the afternoon.
He sighed lustily and pinched the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger, and thought about rustling up some Tylenol or something for his headache. It was as he was trying to convince his aching muscles to act upon his headache-induced needs, that he heard the flurried wing-beats of Castiel’s approach.
“Hey, Cas,” Dean greeted, with a weary yawn and a glance up at the angel.
“Hello, Dean. Why are you inside?” Castiel asked, perching primly beside Dean on the couch.
“Can you blame me? It’s like a war zone, out there,” Dean snorted back, as he cocked a worn down glance towards Castiel
“It’s our daughter’s birthday, not a war zone, Dean,” Castiel replied, a small frown pulling his eyebrows down low over stormy blue eyes. “There is a distinct difference between the two.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Dean replied, with a smirk. “I swear those little angel babe friends of hers would have more luck with collectively killing me than the Marines would.”
Castiel didn’t get a chance to respond, as pounding feet announced the arrival of a small, whirling form of giggling angelic glee and the excited face of their daughter, Haniel, pouncing heftily into Dean’s lap. Dean “oof-ed” in mock pain, even as his arms encircled the body of his daughter instinctively. Haniel giggled and wriggled against him, fluffy wings beating the air behind her and brushing methodically over the elder Winchester’s bare fore-arms. Dean couldn’t help but smile proudly and more than a little fondly at the shining angel-babe’s face as she grinned back at him.
For all the freckles that liberally dusted the bridge of her nose, which she’d inherited from Dean, she looked exactly like Castiel. Dark hair fluffed around an innocent face, while dark eyelashes curled around wide blue eyes. Dean found himself marvelling at the sight of her again, unable to believe that this little life had been created between Castiel and himself. All the weariness he felt melted away in the face of his daughter’s happy smile. Even Castiel was smiling, as he reached forward to stroke one of the babe’s wings affectionately. She giggled and twisted round to peer at Castiel curiously.
“Hey, Han, where‘s your uncle?” Dean asked, as he wiped a smudge of chocolate from her cheek.
“Unca Sammy is playing outside wiv Unca Bobby and my friends,” Haniel replied, with a nod, as she turned an inquisitive look up at Castiel again. “Daddy Cas, did you know Raziel is braiding Unca Sammy’s hair?”