Can you imagine how much Dean would love being a dad? How when the baby woke up crying in the middle of the night, it would be Dean who’d jump out of bed to feed him. Even though he complained in the morning, pretended that Castiel had kicked him out of bed and he was grumpy, really he loved feeding the baby, singing to him, rocking him back to sleep again.
And Castiel knows but he he doesn’t say anything. He just smiles, happy in the knowledge that he’s given Dean the family he’s always wanted.
i really need to finish writing all these grant applications this week, and it’s hard to make myself sit down and concentrate when i just want to write about dean and cas with babies.
like, dean sitting his baby girl on his lap and playing ‘this little piggy’ with her little toes. and you know, dean and castiel’s baby girl would be this adorable green-eyed, dark-haired chubby little thing with chubby cheeks and chubby legs and goodness, dean would spoil her so much.
My head canon with daddy!Dean.
GIRL
I would adore seeing Dean with a baby girl. He’d be incredibly attached from the second they said, “It’s a girl.” making sure she was well taken care of. She’s his little princess and she would be his entire world. Dean would have stars in his eyes, counting down the days and when she’s born he’ll be smitten from the second she’s placed in his arms. He’d watch her grow, keep a close protective watch on her. Seriously boys, don’t mess with a Winchester’s daughter. He’s got guns and he’s not afraid to use them.
BOY
A lot of the same characteristics during pregnancy as the girl… only slightly different. See, I imagine he would find himself cruising the toy aisles a lot, excited to have someone to play with. He never had a childhood himself so he’d be excited to give his own son the life he never had. Teaching him things like the workings of a car engine and getting smacked for teaching him curse words and laughing about it. Like his own little buddy, living vicariously though his son’s life.
SO.
I have a story.
I had annual testing today, and it was a pretty big deal because it basically is supposed to determine my level of competency and my ability to move on in school. I didn’t have high hopes, but I actually did pretty well, aside from math. Anyway, my mom and I went out to celebrate afterwards by going to Cook Out (which, in case you don’t know, is one of the less-disgusting chain restaurants in America. Or maybe just Southeast America, since I don’t know how far they’re spread out). We went inside and ordered, and then stood off to the side - but we somehow still managed to be in the way - and waited for our food to be ready.
That’s when I saw him.
THE DESTIEL LOVECHILD.
It took me a minute to notice him; of course I knew there was a baby a foot in front of me, but I don’t tend to inspect people’s children in restaurant lines. But once I looked at him, I had a really hard time not flipping out. He had the bluest eyes and short blondish-brown hair that I swear was the exact color of Dean’s, and he was looking around the room. Not just randomly staring, but actually looking at things and noticing them, and this little boy couldn’t have been older than a year but I swear, he was perceptive. He just kind of looked at me for a minute. I may have made him a little uncomfortable with my expression of slack-jawed surprise, but it wasn’t intentional.
Also, I’m pretty sure his shirt said angel on it. And he cocked his head to the side.
Guys, I am 89784762067000000000000% done.
