It’s been a long time since Chuck found himself here–outside the window of a Winchester. He’d peeked in last, when Dean was a baby, watching Mary place an angel over his cradle telling him they would watch over him while he slept.
It had been a warm, inviting picture, then, so different from what was left over after the fire burned it all.
Since then, he’d stayed away, out of the business of angels. Away from their weapons of war. Chuck squints through the window at two sets of small, ruddy cheeks, thinking how innocent those weapons look tonight. How fragile.
Dean shivers in his sleep, wrapping his arm protectively across Sam while the snow falls hard and unrelenting outside. Chuck could make it stop, but instead, he favors subtlety as he blows a warm breeze into the motel room, watching Dean relax.
Chuck tunes in to John, three-days drive away. On Christmas Eve. He blinks against the memory of Dean’s tiny prayers for Sam to have one good Christmas and wishes his mind didn’t draw parallels between himself and John. Perhaps John was never meant to be a father, he acknowledges. Perhaps I was never meant to be one, either.
But Chuck still finds himself yearning to do something small, just once. To be something more to the boys whose fate is to be ripped apart between the powers of heaven and hell.
He makes them out of a thousand-year-old oak tree with his bare hands, like a father would. He carves the wood and whittles through the night. He paints the figures with moonlight, detailing it with the same care he used to paint the heavens.
Finally, he sits back to admire his work–the two simple wooden figures for the two forgotten boys inside a forgotten motel room.
There is no tree, or ornaments to place them under. So, instead, he slots them each beneath the crook of the boys’ arms.
Under Sam, a dog. And, under Dean, a dark-haired angel in a trenchcoat.
He leans over Dean’s sleeping form and says softly: “I made your gift special. This is Castiel. Someday, you’ll know just how special he is. Someday, you’ll see the real angel I’ve created for you.”
Dean starts to stir in his sleep, unconsciously pulling the wooden angel close to his chest for comfort. Dean’s face relaxes as his fingers curl around the black, glossy wings.
It makes Chuck smile.
“Merry Christmas, Dean” Chuck whispers. “Angels are watching over you.”
(This prompt submission was from @belindarimbi13 to do a “Toy Story AU in which Cas is in Dean’s figure collection” (Sorry this took me so long. Also, the prompt got a little derailed with writers block so I took some liberties. Hope it still works ;))
Nico is surprisingly good with children. This was discovered shortly after the battle with Gaea ended when Jason found Nico comforting a nine year old son of Hephaestus about Leo’s sacrifice. Harley took it pretty hard and stuck to Nico like glue for a while.
When Percy went home for the summer Nico took over his sword fighting class. Jason was too busy building shrines to do it so Nico stepped in. The kids were a bit afraid of the child of death to begin with but warmed up quickly after Nico gently corrected a daughter of Iris in her grip and explained carefully but not condescendingly how she could do it better.
Nico has a small army of children that follow him around camp. When he’s forced to go do things for his father or is off visiting Hazel they visit Will in the infirmary every day to see if Nico’s back yet. Will thinks it’s adorable.
Coach Hedge only trusts three people outside himself and his wife to care for his son and that’s Clarisse La Rue, Reyna and Nico. Nico was reluctant at first but loves baby Chuck Hedge and will with Coach Hedges permission summon small skeletons to entertain the baby saytr. Chuck likes to break these skeletons while screaming something that sounds like WAR at the top of his lungs. Nico Reyna and Clarisse think it’s adorable and Coach Hedge couldn’t be prouder. The rest of the campers just shake their heads.
Nico tends to be the one the younger kids will go to if they feel anxious or depressed. If nothing else Nico is a fantastic listener and will offer up surprisingly safe advice for a fifteen year old. Some of the older demigods will come to him too but not many.
Nico does his best to hide his problems and pain from the kids. He’s pretty successful most of the time too. But sometimes it’s too much for even him. Memories of Tartarus are hard on anyone but as a child of Hades Nico saw the face of the pit while he was down there it still haunts him. The kids know this and recognize that Nico doesn’t like being touchy-feely with anyone but Will and so they find their own ways to help.
Some children of Hypnos will ensure that Nico has a dreamless sleep that night when he’s having a bad day. A few children of Iris will make flower crowns that Nico wears around and glares at anyone who dares question him. Others find other ways to help the child of Hades and he’s grateful for it. He finally feels like he has a home thanks to the younger set at Camp Half Blood even if some of their older siblings are still wary of Nico.
I always want to see more acrobatic stuff with Raz. :)
It took awhile but here! Seriously, I love that there’s a plausible reason for Raz being so good at the platformer puzzles in Psychonauts. I wonder if he visits his family at the circus sometimes to perform super fancy stunts with some psychic abilities added in for extra showy-ness :’D My sister is also struggling through the Meat Circus level currently, and I couldn’t help drawing something for it Ovo;;; wish her luck
Also, kind of unrelated, I bet the Aquatos have circus animals. Like elephants. Or a tiger Raz has become really close with because one day he found out he could talk to her :’)
I tried to draw one (1) pearl!Chuck to nail the outfit down in color, and then I got REALLY distracted.
Very Related: It turns out the weirdest part about fic from the POV of a currently/recently Homeworld gem is that s/he’s going to assume other gems are she/her and think of them by the names of their gems, and it’s super weird to write.