Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel Pairings: Destiel (pre-destiel) Word Count: 677 Warnings/Tags: fluff, homophobic language/slurs, High School!Destiel Status: Complete Summary/Prompt: This post was the prompt
For dovecas (who wanted this in the tags, so why not!)
Castiel stood at his locker,
stuffing his unneeded books into it. He exchanged them for his maths textbook
which he’d need next before shutting his locker slowly and then pressing his
back against it to take a breather. Maths was the worst. He was throwing his
satchel over his shoulder when a body crashed into him, sending Castiel reeling
back into his locker slightly stunned, but otherwise unharmed.
“Oh, god! I’m so sorry!” The boy
with the dark blond hair said quickly unlocking his locker and pulling books
out so harshly they landed haphazardly half in, half out of his back.
“It’s okay.” Castiel smiled at
him, watching him stuff the books into the bag.
“I’m really sorry, man. I, uh, I’m
Dean Win,” Castiel cut him off before he could go further.
Castiel’s bright blue eyes and mop of messy black hair hadn’t gone amiss by Dean.
“Dean Winchester, yeah, I’ve
heard, your kinda talk of the school at the moment. Considering what you did
yesterday. You should keep your head down.”
“Look, ah, sorry, I didn’t catch
“I didn’t tell you.” Cas replied
coldly. Dean Winchester, talking to him, that was never going to end well. For
all he knew, he’d end up in hospital like the kid he beat up yesterday. But despite
this he found himself saying: “My name’s Castiel.”
“Um, anyway, yesterday, that wasn’t
me, Castiel, I,”
Fandom: Supernatural Genre: Romace (ish), fluff, Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Baby!Grace Pairings: Dean/Cas Word Count: 1,030 Warnings/Tags: Fluff, really indiscrete flirting, kids Status: Complete Summary/Prompt:You crouched down to coo at
my baby but I forgot to tell you their favourite thing to do is to play with
people’s hair and now they won’t let go of you
A long day at work had Dean nearly falling asleep
on the train back to his small flat. That was until he spotted a man struggling
to get on the train with his child in a pram. Dean got up from his seat, hoping
no one would take it while he was doing his good deed and went to help the man.
“Here,” Dean said. “Let me
help.” He got a muffled thank you in reply. On any other occasion Dean
would, first of all be driving but his car was in the garage, amd most likely
have turned a blind eye to them but this guy with his swept black hair and
those too-blue-to-be-true blue eyes had him sucked in. Dean picked up the front
of the pram, peeking inside and seeing a little girl with eyes as blue as her
fathers, or who seemed to be her father anyway.
“She’s cute,” he told the man. Just like
her father, he wanted to add.
“Tell me about it, a little monster too.”
The blue eyed man grinned and tickled the little girl’s stomach before seating
himself down. Once seated, the man took the young girl from the pram and sat
her on his lap, jiggling his leg to keep her entertained. Dean sat next to
them, his original seat forgotten.
“How old is she?” He wondered.
“Nearly a year and a half.” He told him. “Her name’s Grace.”
“Nice name, you got a name too?” To hell
with smooth flirting.
“I certainly do. Do you?” Did he just
wink at him?
“You know what I meant, my name’s Dean.”
“Castiel. Most people call me Cas for short.
"Sounds… angelic, bit like you.” Dean
winked back at him.
“If you’re trying to be subtle, you’re failing
horrifically.” Castiel told him. Dean blushed and looked away.