Take Me Back In Time
TW: mild swearing and bullying (not homophobic though)
“You got old.”
Dean stopped in his tracks, ignoring his husband laughing from the kitchen. “What did you just say?”
“You heard me,” Claire smirked, a twinkle of mischief in her icy blue eyes. They were a few shades lighter than Cas’s, yet still as captivating.
“I see you found the pictures again?” Dean smiled. He walked over to his daughter, sitting next to her before taking some of the pictures is his own hand. Dean smile grew at the picture in front of him; it was the night of the bonfire.
“Hey, Cas, remember this?” Dean asked, handing Castiel, who just came out of the kitchen, his favorite picture of all time. It was them; kissing, with a huge bonfire and a sky full of stars behind them.
“Of course, Dean,” Castiel smiled, kissing his forehead softly. Claire made a sound of disgust, like any teenager would but smiled anyways. Her parents were still sickly in love, however, in the end, it was quite cute.
Her father, Cas, still smiles at her other father like he did on the old pictures she had found. And Dean still looks at Cas in the exact same way. As if his world was kept in Cas’s eyes, as if he was unable to look away.
“Okay, tell the story, we all know you want to,” Claire laughed, shoving her dad against his shoulder. Dean smiled back while Castiel sat down next to Claire, eager to hear their story again. “Go on.”
Dean mutters something under his breath, which suspiciously sounds like “don’t push me” and moves so he is sat on top of the wooden coffee table instead of the couch. This way he has the both of them in view. “It all started when…”