Cas being relegated to questioning the victim’s six year-old daughter because Dean and Sam don’t want him freaking out her widowed mother.
Dean walking into Danielle’s room forty-five minutes later to find both her and Cas deep in conversation while working on some crayon drawings. He’s decked out in a sparkly tiara and drawing a gorgeously detailed unicorn while she works on what appears to be a T-Rex. They’re idly chatting about dinosaurs, and it takes a second for Dean to figure out that Castiel is talking about how lovely the diplodocus’s singing voice was.
“But how do you know?” Dani says.
“Because I was there,” Cas answers.
She considers this for a moment before nodding like she knows he’s old, so it makes sense. "So… What was the dipo-diplo–“
"Yeah, what was their fav'rit song?"
"Hmm.” Cas purses his lips. “It’s difficult because there were so many, and everybody had a favourite, but I would have to say… most likely: The Very Gentle Giant. That was very popular in the late Jurassic."
"Indeed. I’d sing it for you, but human vocal chords would butcher it."
Dean, leaning against the doorjamb, takes the lull in conversation to clear his throat. It’s a losing battle to stop himself from smiling. "You ready to go, Agent?"
Castiel looks up and grins back. "Of course.” He gets up and very carefully removes his tiara, stooping to put in on the low table and sign his drawing. “Well, Dani, it was a pleasure to–oof!”
Dani’s little arms attempt to wrap around Castiel’s legs.
“Thanks for teaching me ‘bout the dinosaurs!”
“Any time,” Cas says. “And don’t forget to call me if you remember anything, alright? Or if you get scared.”
On the way out of the house, Dean grabs Cas’s hand, tugging him back while Sam gets into the car. He plays with Castiel’s palm as the recently-turned-human frowns. “Dean?”
“Yeah,” Dean replies. He threads their fingers together and squeezes, leaning in to peck him quickly on the mouth. They normally never touch like this while on interviews, so Cas blushes profusely at the contact.
“What was that for?” he mumbles, dazed as the pads of his fingers move up to graze his own lips. His smile is so goofy, Dean can’t help grinning back.
“Nothing,” he shrugs. Now his cheeks flush. “You just, ah, you just looked real good in there, that’s all. Great job with the kid.”
me actually:im dying from these stupid ships and fandoms taking over my life and causing me to lose sleep and making me cry cause of feels and cry cause my otp just needs to be together and oops im already dead
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