Adopt, 10 of 10
Title: Adopt, 10 of 10
Fourth part of: Abe Verse
Author: ameonna1
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Gabriel/Sam, Castiel/Dean, OC's
Word Count: 500
Things to Know: AU, Minor language, fledgling fic, not mpreg, past injuries, loss of a partner, mentions of abuse
A/N: Dooone, I'm gonna roll around on the floor now. A PDF of all the stories should be showing up in the next few days.
Summary: Sam was pretty sure there was stuff you had to do before you have kids.
A month later Sam is laying on the couch, going over maps, when he gets a phone call from his dad. They had been exchanging words here and there. After Castiel had rolled his eyes and explained that “Yes, you two, your father knows how to text”.
“What exactly are these marks that showed up on my back?”
Sam tries to not snort coffee, he really does, and hears his dad chuckle as he coughs. He gets a glance from Dean and Gabriel who are hunched over the dining room table, shoulder to shoulder, going over poltergeist statistics. But they stop paying attention to him when Cas walks over with two plates of french toast.
“They’re, uh, just flock marks,” Sam manages to get out and listens to his father ‘mmm hmm’ over the soft sound of shuffling paper.
“Just flock marks? Rufus did some research on them. Says you got, his words here, angel married.”
“Uhh, yes.” Crap. He didn’t really think about telling his dad. They weren’t even really sure if his dad would get marks but Dean, Cas, and Abe had theirs and Gabriel did some ritual to alter Luc’s and shit, he should have know...
“Took you two long enough.”
Sam blinks for a minute before what his dad actually said registered in his head. He’s pretty sure that was his father’s equivalent of ‘congratulations’.
“Thanks, Dad.” He smiles and looks up as Luc comes down the hall carrying Abe. He gets about a second of warning before both of them are on the couch and him, getting elbows and wings everywhere while he shouts. He knows he’s complaining at them. But right now all he can focus on is his dad laughing at him over the phone and the brilliant smile that his mate is giving him.
Six months later they’re having a get together, because that’s what families do. They had to put it off for a little bit because of werewolves and schedules and the usual sort of stuff. Plus Cas went into heat, so the house was sort of off limits for other people for a while. That had been an awkward, ‘You need to come get me and Abe.’ phone call from Luc. Gabriel is still making a new set of dining room furniture.
It’s dusk and Sam is sleepy. Gabriel keeps scratching his fingers through hair on the nape of Sam’s neck while his dad explains the human school system to him. Cas has slipped off to the library with Bobby despite Dean insisting that no one was working today. His brother and Jo are in the kitchen, washing all the cake off of Abe while Ellen laughs and takes pictures. Luc is folded up against Sam’s legs playing with the e-reader that ‘Grandpa John’ had given him. Sam opens his eyes when Luc pokes him, “Dad, I can’t get it to connect to the wifi.”
Sam smiles and leans over to help his fledgling.
Fourth part of: Abe Verse
Author: ameonna1
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Gabriel/Sam, Castiel/Dean, OC's
Word Count: 500
Things to Know: AU, Minor language, fledgling fic, not mpreg, past injuries, loss of a partner, mentions of abuse
A/N: Dooone, I'm gonna roll around on the floor now. A PDF of all the stories should be showing up in the next few days.
Summary: Sam was pretty sure there was stuff you had to do before you have kids.
A month later Sam is laying on the couch, going over maps, when he gets a phone call from his dad. They had been exchanging words here and there. After Castiel had rolled his eyes and explained that “Yes, you two, your father knows how to text”.
“What exactly are these marks that showed up on my back?”
Sam tries to not snort coffee, he really does, and hears his dad chuckle as he coughs. He gets a glance from Dean and Gabriel who are hunched over the dining room table, shoulder to shoulder, going over poltergeist statistics. But they stop paying attention to him when Cas walks over with two plates of french toast.
“They’re, uh, just flock marks,” Sam manages to get out and listens to his father ‘mmm hmm’ over the soft sound of shuffling paper.
“Just flock marks? Rufus did some research on them. Says you got, his words here, angel married.”
“Uhh, yes.” Crap. He didn’t really think about telling his dad. They weren’t even really sure if his dad would get marks but Dean, Cas, and Abe had theirs and Gabriel did some ritual to alter Luc’s and shit, he should have know...
“Took you two long enough.”
Sam blinks for a minute before what his dad actually said registered in his head. He’s pretty sure that was his father’s equivalent of ‘congratulations’.
“Thanks, Dad.” He smiles and looks up as Luc comes down the hall carrying Abe. He gets about a second of warning before both of them are on the couch and him, getting elbows and wings everywhere while he shouts. He knows he’s complaining at them. But right now all he can focus on is his dad laughing at him over the phone and the brilliant smile that his mate is giving him.
Six months later they’re having a get together, because that’s what families do. They had to put it off for a little bit because of werewolves and schedules and the usual sort of stuff. Plus Cas went into heat, so the house was sort of off limits for other people for a while. That had been an awkward, ‘You need to come get me and Abe.’ phone call from Luc. Gabriel is still making a new set of dining room furniture.
It’s dusk and Sam is sleepy. Gabriel keeps scratching his fingers through hair on the nape of Sam’s neck while his dad explains the human school system to him. Cas has slipped off to the library with Bobby despite Dean insisting that no one was working today. His brother and Jo are in the kitchen, washing all the cake off of Abe while Ellen laughs and takes pictures. Luc is folded up against Sam’s legs playing with the e-reader that ‘Grandpa John’ had given him. Sam opens his eyes when Luc pokes him, “Dad, I can’t get it to connect to the wifi.”
Sam smiles and leans over to help his fledgling.