lovechild of dean and cas


[love Ben Barnes, but I saw the top picture going around and couldn’t resist. [[100% Destiel lovechild]]

“Damn, at least crack a smile. You just made the football team,” Dean demanded spiritedly as he fidgeted with the camera. 

“Pop, you already took a shit ton this morning. How many more pictures do you need?” Stone scoffed, modestly scuffing his boot on the asphalt.

“Robert Stone Winchester. Language,” Castiel snapped. “And, you should be more patient with your father. He’s very excited about your acceptance onto the team. He enjoys sports, and I believe he would have been very successful in football given his athleticism.”

Dean paused his fumbling and looked up at Cas with a crooked smile. “Yeah, you know all about my athleticism, don’t you?”

“If you are referring to last night’s–”

“Dammit, Dad. Do you guys ever stop?” Stone grumbled as he playfully threw his football at Castiel’s chest. The ball lazily bounced off of him without even an attempt at a catch.

“Can we go?” He scanned the empty parking lot, thankful his teammates had left before his dads had begun their usual inappropriateness. He reached for the camera. 

Dean snatched it out of his reach, “Uh, uh. I don’t think so,” he chided and adjusted the camera in front of his face.

“Pop, just take the picture.”

“Well, if you smile,” Dean prompted as Cas patiently demonstrated the fundamentals of an appropriate smile beside him.

“I’ll smile after I get some food in my stomach,” Stone said. “I’m starving. Wanna go get a burger?”

“Yeah,” Dean agreed eagerly. “Let’s go.”

“We’ll go the place with the cannolis,” Castiel proclaimed, removing any other option.

“Fine,” Dean laughed. “Grab your ball and we’ll head out.”

Stone nodded and began moving towards the football at his dad’s foot when Dean whistled loudly.

Stone’s eyes shot up at the sound only to be greeted by the flash of a camera and Dean’s laughter. “Got ya,” Dean winked.

Stone scooped up his ball, shaking his head and hiding the enormous smile lighting his features. "Pop, how about a celebratory beer?“ He crowed at his dads walking ahead.

"Maybe when your dad crashes tonight,” Dean called over his shoulder.

Cas snapped his head toward him. “Dean, you–”

“Shut up, Cas. I’m just screwing around,” Dean said. He cupped the back of Castiel’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

dinosaurrainbowstarfish  asked:

(to the person rping as Dean) I'm sorry people were so mean to you. You're a terrific rper and this rp group has made me laugh and helped me deal with stress, and these plotlines are 100% better than the actual show (I love spn, don't get me wrong, but season 12 definitely should have ended with Cas giving birth to Dean's lovechild with Gabriel as midwife.) Anyway, thank you so much for doing this, and I hope these anons start being nicer!

I have turned off anon for the time being. But thank you so much. I really appreciate that.