Aerie, 8 of 10
Title: Aerie, 8 of 10
Author: ameonna1
Rating (This part): PG
Characters/Pairings: Eventually Castiel/Dean, Gabriel, Sam
Word Count: 500
Things to Know: AU, Minor language, fledgling fic, not mpreg, past injuries. This is a totally fluffy, little bit angsty, adorable baby with wings, and Dean with glasses extravaganza.
A/N: This is what I write in between staring at Blessed XD. The story is finished and I’ll be posting chapters until the end of December.
Summary: Dean runs an information hub for Hunters after a permanent injury takes him out of the game. It’s pretty peaceful until an angel gets dropped into his lap.
Dean is on the phone trying to read an exorcism in Bengali, so hopefully Rufus won’t get eviscerated by a ghost panther. He’s got Abe tucked under his arm because Abe decided in the middle of Dean being on the phone that he was all of a sudden, not happy in his nest.
He hears gunshots over the phone and closes his eyes as Abe tugs half the shit off his desk. Finally, after a way too long silence he hears Rufus. “That did it! Way to not drop the ball, Winchester.”
Then he hangs up.
Dean looks down at his papers all over the floor and Abe who is grinning up at him from where he’s got him tucked on his hip.
“You think you’re just awesome, don’t you?” Dean grouses and Abe giggles.
He’s learning to tell when Dean’s really mad over when it’s just been a crap day.
“Evil Abe,” Dean smiles back because really, those notes weren’t organized at all. “Making me clean my desk. Just for that I’m putting a halo on you and taking pictures.”
Abe lets out a string of baby babble that he thinks are perfectly good words. He’s been trying this talking thing for the last week or so. So far he’s mastered ‘Dee’ and “Puh’. Dean shuffles into the kitchen, turning so Abe can’t drag the box of doughnuts off the counter.
Hunters had been showing up here and there. Usually with gifts, generally consisting of something someone would get at a gas station. Most were just there to laugh at the idea of Dean Winchester, resident badass, with a baby. Others were quieter, more reverent. Dean usually shooed them off as soon as he could.
He didn’t need anyone here to worship Abe.
Besides he’s too little to make an awesome god yet. Right now he’d be Abdiel, guardian of Pig and slayer of jelly doughnuts.
He’s making himself a sandwich, one handed because he has skills, and letting Abe lick peanut butter off a spoon when his cell goes off.
It’s Sam so he ignores it, but now he’s not sure about the protocol anymore. He answered the last time Sam called and the time before that. It was kind of a relief because Sam didn’t call to ask stupid crap, Sam called to ask how Abe was and to bitch about stupid nerdy Sam things. It was so ridiculously normal that Dean almost forgot that they were supposed to be fucked up and not talking.
The phone stops ringing and then Sam immediately calls back.
Dean thumbs the phone in a rush because that’s not good. Usually Sam will leave a whiny voicemail and go on with his life. But Dean doesn’t get any words out before Sam’s voice and a shit ton of static greet him with, “De-! Angels! Co- Right now! I-”
There’s a shrieking burst of something over the phone and in a split second there is a man standing in Dean’s living room.
Part Nine
Author: ameonna1
Rating (This part): PG
Characters/Pairings: Eventually Castiel/Dean, Gabriel, Sam
Word Count: 500
Things to Know: AU, Minor language, fledgling fic, not mpreg, past injuries. This is a totally fluffy, little bit angsty, adorable baby with wings, and Dean with glasses extravaganza.
A/N: This is what I write in between staring at Blessed XD. The story is finished and I’ll be posting chapters until the end of December.
Summary: Dean runs an information hub for Hunters after a permanent injury takes him out of the game. It’s pretty peaceful until an angel gets dropped into his lap.
Dean is on the phone trying to read an exorcism in Bengali, so hopefully Rufus won’t get eviscerated by a ghost panther. He’s got Abe tucked under his arm because Abe decided in the middle of Dean being on the phone that he was all of a sudden, not happy in his nest.
He hears gunshots over the phone and closes his eyes as Abe tugs half the shit off his desk. Finally, after a way too long silence he hears Rufus. “That did it! Way to not drop the ball, Winchester.”
Then he hangs up.
Dean looks down at his papers all over the floor and Abe who is grinning up at him from where he’s got him tucked on his hip.
“You think you’re just awesome, don’t you?” Dean grouses and Abe giggles.
He’s learning to tell when Dean’s really mad over when it’s just been a crap day.
“Evil Abe,” Dean smiles back because really, those notes weren’t organized at all. “Making me clean my desk. Just for that I’m putting a halo on you and taking pictures.”
Abe lets out a string of baby babble that he thinks are perfectly good words. He’s been trying this talking thing for the last week or so. So far he’s mastered ‘Dee’ and “Puh’. Dean shuffles into the kitchen, turning so Abe can’t drag the box of doughnuts off the counter.
Hunters had been showing up here and there. Usually with gifts, generally consisting of something someone would get at a gas station. Most were just there to laugh at the idea of Dean Winchester, resident badass, with a baby. Others were quieter, more reverent. Dean usually shooed them off as soon as he could.
He didn’t need anyone here to worship Abe.
Besides he’s too little to make an awesome god yet. Right now he’d be Abdiel, guardian of Pig and slayer of jelly doughnuts.
He’s making himself a sandwich, one handed because he has skills, and letting Abe lick peanut butter off a spoon when his cell goes off.
It’s Sam so he ignores it, but now he’s not sure about the protocol anymore. He answered the last time Sam called and the time before that. It was kind of a relief because Sam didn’t call to ask stupid crap, Sam called to ask how Abe was and to bitch about stupid nerdy Sam things. It was so ridiculously normal that Dean almost forgot that they were supposed to be fucked up and not talking.
The phone stops ringing and then Sam immediately calls back.
Dean thumbs the phone in a rush because that’s not good. Usually Sam will leave a whiny voicemail and go on with his life. But Dean doesn’t get any words out before Sam’s voice and a shit ton of static greet him with, “De-! Angels! Co- Right now! I-”
There’s a shrieking burst of something over the phone and in a split second there is a man standing in Dean’s living room.
Part Nine