TERRIFIC THURSDAY: Kids

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Ello poppets theladymore offering another prompt. Todays theme is KIDS, whether it be your character having Kids or your favorite Character as a kid. Release you inner child!

While we want to have fun we have to remember the rules

♥ No more than five prompts in a row.
♥ No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
♥ No spoilers in your prompt until at least one week after the original airing/publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold and leave at least three spaces

To make it easier on our code monkies remember the following format:

fandom(s), character or pairing, prompt

EXAMPLES:

The Hunger Games, Peeta/Katniss, The First Day of Kindergarden
Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir, Their first kid
Doctor Who, Amy Pond/Rory Williams + OC Child, They finally get the chance they were robbed of years ago.....raising a child.

[theme tag=kids]

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Re: fill, part 2/3

[shi-mo.livejournal.com]

***

Next time Cas appears when Dean just dropped Ben at school. It’s just him and his baby and his music and just for a minute it doesn’t suck so much. Then of course ruffled archangel of the Lord is riding the shotgun.
- Raphael has her soul.
- Fuck.
- Yes, - agrees Castiel.
- But you are all juiced up now.
- That’s why I’m still alive.
And that’s something to think about.
They drive in silence.
- What’s going up there, Cas?
Castiel looks away.
- Civil war, - and before Dean has any chance to say how incredibly shitty it is, Cas adds: – If Raphael wins, Apocalypse will start again.
They go in a ditch.

***

Summer is almost over when Dean realizes that Lisa might be never coming back, just like Sam. Doesn’t stop Dean from thinking about both of them, and it hurts like hell, but he has semi-normal life now, he has Ben and someone needs to take care of that kid. So he carries on. Cas flies by regularly. Usually he doesn’t have anything good to say, but Dean still glad he is here, because there is no way Dean would be able to do it all alone. Also Dean suspects that the other way around might be just as true.

***

One Sunday afternoon, when Dean is raking leaves Ben calls him from inside the house.
- Cas is home.
- A minute! – He calls back, ignoring a strange feeling gnawing at his inside. He recognizes it as a worry when he steps into the kitchen. When Ben offers him a cup of burnt coffee, he recognizes annoying feeling as a worry about family.
Well, shit.

***

Dean wakes up because Cas is watching him and instead of calling him on that, Dean tags him by his stupid perpetually askew tie until they noses bumps.
- Dean?
- I’m going to kiss you now.
- I’m going to kiss you back, then.
- Works for me.
They have heat-up pizza for breakfast that morning.

***

Lives goes on, war goes on. Lisa is still gone, but Cas is right there and Ben is a wonderful boy. And if any of stuff that is going on in Dean’s life was actually normal it could pass for that apple pie life he promised to Sam. But it’s not, what with Dean effectively being army wife of freaking archangel. Also Ben is not really his. And if Liza will ever come back, Dean will have to choose between Cas and Ben and he is not sure he can make that choice. One night he tells Castiel that much.
- Why would you have to choose between your son and me? – asks Castiel, perplexed.
- You will bring Liza back, will you?
- I promised I will.
- And when you do, she wouldn’t want us around: hunter with PTSD and his too friendly neighborhood angel. Picture of healthy family.
- But you are his father.
- Not by blood.
Cas gives his a really strange stare. A really telling stare.
- Son of a bitch! – swears Dean and kisses the life out of his angel.
Problem still remains. Cas just doesn’t see it.

Re: fill, part 3/3

[shi-mo.livejournal.com]

***

Three years pass before Castiel wins the war. Dean has a feeling that Heaven looks pretty much like World War Two battlefield at this point, he doesn’t ask, but he doesn’t have to, not after he saw nothing but ash and grief in Castiel eyes.
They sit in a kitchen, the only light coming from softly glowing soul, Liza’s soul, and there is a row of bottles between them that Cas has drunk.
- I’ll fix her in the morning.
Dean nods.

***

The war is over and Liza is alive. Dean thinks he should probably pack a bag and cross at least three states line before finding some shitty motel. But he doesn’t. Because Liza is alive, sure, but she is scared and she looks so alone. Dean has to do something.
He stays.
Cas stays too.
There seems to be a silent agreement between three of them that no one is going anywhere. And it’s a freaking irony that Dean is the least broken of them all.
Ben of course is happy and that’s probably the only thing that drugs them through that post-war hangover.

***

One evening, when Ben plays on PlayStation with a friend from school, Liza slips into Dean room. They watch “Sound of music” together and end up falling asleep in one bed. Dean isn’t sure about Cas falling asleep, not that it makes next morning any less weird.
A couple of days later it happens again. When after passing popcorn Lisa leans to kiss Castiel it’s not totally unexpected. And weird. And Dean has to teach Cas about girls. And it turns out that Lisa has a wing kick. But the most important part that in the morning they all can still looks each other in the eye (again Dean isn’t sure that Cas would know to be embarrassed). And when Cas flies of up to Heaven Lisa kisses him good-by and next night they all in bed together.
Dean doesn’t know where it would lead them, but he is sure wants to find out.

Re: fill, part 3/3

[ladyjane]

Aww, why couldn't the show have gone like this. The story is sad and sweet in turn. I like the pacing and tone of the narrative, and the way you brought them all together makes it seem completely normal natural for them to all be together.


I do have a tiny bit of constructive criticism.
There are quite a few grammatical mistakes that make it a bit hard to follow in places. Even so, the soul of the story shines through, and made me want to persue it to the end. (I'm very glad I did.)