Anon asked: My daughter wants me to marry her favorite teacher au
Dean parked in his usual spot in front of Emma’s school and got out of the car. She had a dentist appointment at noon, but he was there an hour early because Emma was almost impossible to get anywhere on time.
He walked into the office and signed her out, then made his way down the brightly colored hallways to get her from her classroom.
Dean had been worried when he enrolled Emma in preschool, she was still so young, and she wasn’t princess crazy like a lot of little girls. His fears were laid to rest when she spent the ride home after her first day gushing about her new friends and her favorite (only) teacher.
Dean knocked lightly on the classroom door and a moment later Mr. Novak opened it.
Dean thought that the guy was hot, even if he was kind of dorky. He wore an ill fitted suit and silly ties and had glasses that took up most of his face. And what a face it was. Gorgeous blue eyes, awesome mouth, hair that Dean wanted to run his fingers through and tug, he was as close to perfect as Dean could imagine.
“Hello, Dean,” He said (oh God, Dean forgot how sexy his voice was) stepping aside and letting him in. “The kids are having playtime right now, but you’re welcome to join me at me desk and wait.”
Emma whirled around at the sound of his voice and smiled brightly. Dean knew that was about to be dragged into the game and shot Castiel a helpless look. The teacher shrugged, a small smirk on his face, and walked back to his desk as Emma ran into Dean’s legs.
“Daddy, we’re playing wedding!” Emma squealed, tugging his hand. “You can be the groom!”
“Alright,” Dean said, figuring that Emma was playing the bride. They didn’t have much time, but going with her ideas tended to get him where they needed to go faster.
“Mr. Novak is gonna be the bride!” Another little girl squealed, dragging their teacher behind her.
“Clare, men aren’t called brides,” The teacher corrected, gently.
“But we already have a groom,” She whined, pointing at Dean. Dean shrugged when Castiel looked at him. He hadn’t planned on marrying another guy today, but he need to get Emma checked out.
When they Castiel to the alter (a low table with clay and crayons on it) they made them hold hands.
“Smile!” Emma said. “You’re getting married!”
“Dearly beloved,” A little boy said, in a mock adult voice. “We are gaddered here t'day to…uh…for Mr. Novak to marry Emma’s daddy.”
Castiel felt Dean shaking with laughter. He squeezed his hand and gave him a look to let him know that it wasn’t funny.
“Emma’s daddy, do you take Mr. Novak to be your awfully wedded husband?”
“Mr. Novak do you take Emma’s daddy?”
“Then by the powers bested in me I say your married!”
Emma and Clare gave them little clay rings to put on each other.
“Kiss!” Emma said.
“You have to! That’s what weddings are for!”
Castiel put his hand over Dean’s mouth and kissed it, causing the kids to squeal and laugh.
“Alright,” Castiel said, stepping away. “Play time is over. Everyone take there seats.”
Everyone groaned and went back to their desk. Dean took Emma’s hand and grabbed her backpack so that they could leave.
“Bye, Mr. Novak.”
“Goodbye, Emma.” There was a chorus of goodbyes in little voices as they walked out of the classroom.
Dean didn’t realize that he was still wearing the “ring” until half way through Emma’s appointment. He stared at for a moment, then shrugged. He’d return it to the classroom when he took Emma back.
“How did it go with the dentist?” Castiel asked, when Dean and Emma came in the next morning.
“No cavities! And I got a toothbrush!”
“You did? Good job!” Emma grinned, then went to join her friends in the middle of the room.
Dean reached into his pocket to get the ring out when he noticed something–a circle of green clay around Cas’s left ring finger. Dean bit his lip.
“Hey, uh, Cas. Do you wanna go see a movie with me tonight?” Cas smiled a little.
“Don’t know, my husband might not like that too much.” Dean grinned.
“I don’t think he’ll mind at all.”