HP/SPN: Baby Mine 13
A/N: Here we go, time for Future!Verse. I decided to put both options in the one chapter, first up is the fluff (with a touch of angst). The angsty version is down the bottom, so if you don’t wanna be depressed you don’t have to read it.
I’m not entirely sure if this all makes sense - if not, I apologise.
-BM-
Dean shivered as the angry woman - Risa - walked away. He’d freely admit that the brief meeting had left him intimidated by her. His attention was then caught by a commotion at the gates.
“Looks like they found survivors,” Chuck muttered, then went forwards to help unload the large trucks. Not seeing anything better to do, Dean followed.
He saw another familiar face then, and started. Castiel was leaning against a tree, staring up at the branches. The angel was dressed in normal clothes, jeans and a t-shirt, which threw Dean for a moment. He jogged over, thinking maybe Cas would know what was going on.
“Hey, Cas,” he greeted. Castiel lowered his gaze, then blinked at him, head tilting in that familiar way.
“Strange,” Cas murmured, voice softer than it had been. “You… are not you. Not now you, anyway.”
“Yes! No, I mean,” Dean was relieved that Castiel recognised him. “I’m from the past, I guess.”
“Who did this to you?” Cas let his gaze slip back to the branches. Dean looked up briefly, but couldn’t see anything particularly interesting. “Was it Zachariah?”
“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “So look, d’you think you could strap on your angel wings and fly me back to my page of the calendar?”
Castiel let out a laugh, deeper and richer than Dean had heard from him. It didn’t quite sit right, but before he could comment, something small ran into his leg and latched on.
“Hi Uncle Dean!”
Dean looked down, and immediately recognised the small boy. It was Teddy, grinning up at him happily, hair fading from black to the same shade as Dean’s was.
“Hey, Runt,” Dean smiled. It was strange - all around him people were scared, upset, numb. It was the end of the world, everyone knew it. But Cas and Teddy seemed completely unaffected.
“Daddy,” Teddy turned back to Cas, who was smiling down at him. “Hot chicks, second truck. Told ‘em all about you.”
“Excellent,” Castiel pushed off from the tree and headed towards the trucks, Dean following behind, confused. When they arrived, Dean was again thrown as Cas helped two highly attractive women down, then stepped back and bowed to them. “Welcome to camp Chitaqua, ladies. My name is Cas, if there’s anything I can do for you, just come find me. Day or night, I’m available to help. Just look for the cabin with the blue door.”
With that, he took each woman’s hand in turn and kissed their knuckles, before smiling at them. Dean was taken aback at how obviously Cas was flirting, and how the women just seemed to lap it up.
“Cas, are you being a whore again?” A British voice called out. Dean turned and looked at the man. He was a little shorter than Castiel, with scruffy black hair and bright green eyes. He moved like someone trained for battle, and his gaze was fixed on Cas, a small spark of anger in his gaze.
Instead of taking offense, Castiel just turned to the newcomer and nodded.
“Yep. Blame Teddy, he found them for me.”
Teddy giggled, then ran to the man, who sighed and ruffled the child’s hair.
“Must you encourage him?” He muttered, gaining a shrug and nod from Teddy. “Dean, can’t you do something about him?”
“I, uh…” Dean faltered. He had no idea what was going on. Thankfully, Castiel came to the rescue.
“Don’t be like that, Harry. I was just being friendly.”
“Right. Friendly.” Harry obviously didn’t believe him. “Why do I put up with you? You’ll shag anything that walks! You - mmph!” He was cut off when Castiel grabbed him by the hips and drew him forwards, kissing him.
Dean just stared in shock as Cas backed the shorter man against the truck, apparently sick of arguing. Harry let out a groan, and wrapped his arms around Castiel. It appeared that this wasn’t unusual for them.
Feeling a tug at his hand, Dean looked down to see Teddy grinning at him again.
“C’mon. They’ll be like that for a while. Happens whenever Dad pisses off Uncle Harry too much.”
Dean was too taken aback to comment, and let the child lead him away by the hand. They walked for a while in silence.
“Dad’s not an angel anymore,” Teddy suddenly informed him. Dean looked down, shocked.
“What? How?”
“The other angels left. All of them, all at once. Dad’s mojo slowly fizzled out, and now he’s human. It’s why he throws himself into fights, or loving people, or just having fun with me. He’s trying to forget what he used to be.”
“Right.” Dean nodded. “And, uh… who’s Uncle Harry?”
“He’s my godfather,” Teddy shrugged. “He showed up not long after the Croatoan virus was released, looking for me. Dad wasn’t prepared to let me go, and he and Uncle Harry had this big argument. When I checked on them the next morning, they were naked in bed together. Since then, Uncle Harry’s lived here with us.”
Dean shook his head. Cas was kinda screwed up… but he seemed to still be raising Teddy just fine.
“It’s nice having them both,” Teddy commented. “When the other Dean sends one out on a mission, the other always goes along. So I don’t have to worry, ‘cause they won’t let each other die or get infected.”
“That’s good,” Dean smiled, then leaned down and scooped Teddy into his arms. Teddy giggled, and held onto him.
They eventually sat down together in the other Dean’s cabin, talking about what had been happening. The future really, really sucked, and hearing it from a child made it worse in a way - but Dean couldn’t get the image of Cas being happy out of his mind. In this future, Cas had a family.
He wondered if that would ever happen for real, and decided that he’d do what he could to make it happen. As soon as he got back to his own time, he’d drag Sam out of his self-imposed exile and get him back on board. The sooner they figured out how to end the Apocalypse, the sooner Cas and Teddy could have something approaching a normal life.
A/N: Now we have the angsty version, with a very screwed-up future!Cas.
Dean shivered as the angry woman - Risa - walked away. He’d freely admit that the brief meeting had left him intimidated by her. He then turned back to Chuck, who was looking uncomfortable.
“So, is uh… is Cas here?”
Chuck looked at him for a moment, clearly confused.
“Well, yeah… I don’t think Cas is going anywhere. You got a new mission for him?”
“Maybe. Where would he be?” Dean hedged, wondering how his angel had fared in this future.
“Where he always is,” Chuck furrowed his brow. “Graveyard.”
Dean felt his heart plummet. He followed the signs, and finally came to a clear patch of ground, where there were a few grave markers. Curled up on the ground in front of one was Castiel - but vastly changed.
He no longer wore the suit and trench-coat he always had, instead wearing jeans and a t-shirt, both covered in mud. He was far too thin, hair long and unkempt, blue eyes open but unseeing. His lips were moving, and when Dean got closer, he could hear the mutterings.
“There once was a tiger-striped cat, who lived a thousand lives and died a thousand deaths.”
Dean crouched down next to him, listening as Cas recited the story. When he got to the end, he immediately started again, voice hoarse as though he’d been doing this for a long time. Dreading what he’d see, Dean looked at the marker.
It was for Teddy.
“No,” Dean whispered.
“Three years ago,” he heard, and lifted his head. The other Dean was standing on the other side of Cas, looking down with a mix of disgust and pity. “We’d taken in some other hunters. One of them saw Teddy’s hair and eyes shift colours, and she killed him. Shot him with silver bullets.”
“What… he was just a kid…” Dean whispered. The other nodded.
“Castiel… something snapped in him. He tore the woman apart with his hands, her husband as well. Probably would have gone through the others as well, but I managed to pull him away. He nearly killed me, before I got through to him. We buried Teddy here, and now… now Cas doesn’t move from here unless I give him a mission. He’ll do anything, gladly takes the worst jobs, the ones where no one else would come back alive.”
“He wants to die,” Dean recognised the feeling. It was how he’d felt when Sam had died.
“He refuses to kill himself, but he doesn’t care enough to make an effort to live either. He’s broken. Nothing we do can fix him. So we make use of him, and when we don’t need him, he stays here.”
“How can you do that?” Dean glared, furious with his future self. “He’s not some weapon!”
“Yes he is,” the other Dean said flatly. “He’s not an angel anymore, they all left and his powers faded. He can’t function as a human either. All he does is kill Croats and demons, and mourn. If he weren’t so good at fighting, I’d have put a bullet in his brain years ago. As soon as he stops fighting, I will.”
With that, the other Dean walked away.
Dean looked down then, and realised that Castiel had paid no attention to the conversation above him whatsoever. He just continued the litany.
“I promise you, Cas,” Dean whispered, “you will not end up like this. I won’t let anyone harm Teddy, I won’t let you become this.” As soon as he got back to his own time, Dean was going to drag Sam back from his self-imposed exile and force him back into the game. They needed to work together if they were going to stop this future from coming true.
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I’m not entirely sure if this all makes sense - if not, I apologise.
-BM-
Dean shivered as the angry woman - Risa - walked away. He’d freely admit that the brief meeting had left him intimidated by her. His attention was then caught by a commotion at the gates.
“Looks like they found survivors,” Chuck muttered, then went forwards to help unload the large trucks. Not seeing anything better to do, Dean followed.
He saw another familiar face then, and started. Castiel was leaning against a tree, staring up at the branches. The angel was dressed in normal clothes, jeans and a t-shirt, which threw Dean for a moment. He jogged over, thinking maybe Cas would know what was going on.
“Hey, Cas,” he greeted. Castiel lowered his gaze, then blinked at him, head tilting in that familiar way.
“Strange,” Cas murmured, voice softer than it had been. “You… are not you. Not now you, anyway.”
“Yes! No, I mean,” Dean was relieved that Castiel recognised him. “I’m from the past, I guess.”
“Who did this to you?” Cas let his gaze slip back to the branches. Dean looked up briefly, but couldn’t see anything particularly interesting. “Was it Zachariah?”
“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “So look, d’you think you could strap on your angel wings and fly me back to my page of the calendar?”
Castiel let out a laugh, deeper and richer than Dean had heard from him. It didn’t quite sit right, but before he could comment, something small ran into his leg and latched on.
“Hi Uncle Dean!”
Dean looked down, and immediately recognised the small boy. It was Teddy, grinning up at him happily, hair fading from black to the same shade as Dean’s was.
“Hey, Runt,” Dean smiled. It was strange - all around him people were scared, upset, numb. It was the end of the world, everyone knew it. But Cas and Teddy seemed completely unaffected.
“Daddy,” Teddy turned back to Cas, who was smiling down at him. “Hot chicks, second truck. Told ‘em all about you.”
“Excellent,” Castiel pushed off from the tree and headed towards the trucks, Dean following behind, confused. When they arrived, Dean was again thrown as Cas helped two highly attractive women down, then stepped back and bowed to them. “Welcome to camp Chitaqua, ladies. My name is Cas, if there’s anything I can do for you, just come find me. Day or night, I’m available to help. Just look for the cabin with the blue door.”
With that, he took each woman’s hand in turn and kissed their knuckles, before smiling at them. Dean was taken aback at how obviously Cas was flirting, and how the women just seemed to lap it up.
“Cas, are you being a whore again?” A British voice called out. Dean turned and looked at the man. He was a little shorter than Castiel, with scruffy black hair and bright green eyes. He moved like someone trained for battle, and his gaze was fixed on Cas, a small spark of anger in his gaze.
Instead of taking offense, Castiel just turned to the newcomer and nodded.
“Yep. Blame Teddy, he found them for me.”
Teddy giggled, then ran to the man, who sighed and ruffled the child’s hair.
“Must you encourage him?” He muttered, gaining a shrug and nod from Teddy. “Dean, can’t you do something about him?”
“I, uh…” Dean faltered. He had no idea what was going on. Thankfully, Castiel came to the rescue.
“Don’t be like that, Harry. I was just being friendly.”
“Right. Friendly.” Harry obviously didn’t believe him. “Why do I put up with you? You’ll shag anything that walks! You - mmph!” He was cut off when Castiel grabbed him by the hips and drew him forwards, kissing him.
Dean just stared in shock as Cas backed the shorter man against the truck, apparently sick of arguing. Harry let out a groan, and wrapped his arms around Castiel. It appeared that this wasn’t unusual for them.
Feeling a tug at his hand, Dean looked down to see Teddy grinning at him again.
“C’mon. They’ll be like that for a while. Happens whenever Dad pisses off Uncle Harry too much.”
Dean was too taken aback to comment, and let the child lead him away by the hand. They walked for a while in silence.
“Dad’s not an angel anymore,” Teddy suddenly informed him. Dean looked down, shocked.
“What? How?”
“The other angels left. All of them, all at once. Dad’s mojo slowly fizzled out, and now he’s human. It’s why he throws himself into fights, or loving people, or just having fun with me. He’s trying to forget what he used to be.”
“Right.” Dean nodded. “And, uh… who’s Uncle Harry?”
“He’s my godfather,” Teddy shrugged. “He showed up not long after the Croatoan virus was released, looking for me. Dad wasn’t prepared to let me go, and he and Uncle Harry had this big argument. When I checked on them the next morning, they were naked in bed together. Since then, Uncle Harry’s lived here with us.”
Dean shook his head. Cas was kinda screwed up… but he seemed to still be raising Teddy just fine.
“It’s nice having them both,” Teddy commented. “When the other Dean sends one out on a mission, the other always goes along. So I don’t have to worry, ‘cause they won’t let each other die or get infected.”
“That’s good,” Dean smiled, then leaned down and scooped Teddy into his arms. Teddy giggled, and held onto him.
They eventually sat down together in the other Dean’s cabin, talking about what had been happening. The future really, really sucked, and hearing it from a child made it worse in a way - but Dean couldn’t get the image of Cas being happy out of his mind. In this future, Cas had a family.
He wondered if that would ever happen for real, and decided that he’d do what he could to make it happen. As soon as he got back to his own time, he’d drag Sam out of his self-imposed exile and get him back on board. The sooner they figured out how to end the Apocalypse, the sooner Cas and Teddy could have something approaching a normal life.
A/N: Now we have the angsty version, with a very screwed-up future!Cas.
Dean shivered as the angry woman - Risa - walked away. He’d freely admit that the brief meeting had left him intimidated by her. He then turned back to Chuck, who was looking uncomfortable.
“So, is uh… is Cas here?”
Chuck looked at him for a moment, clearly confused.
“Well, yeah… I don’t think Cas is going anywhere. You got a new mission for him?”
“Maybe. Where would he be?” Dean hedged, wondering how his angel had fared in this future.
“Where he always is,” Chuck furrowed his brow. “Graveyard.”
Dean felt his heart plummet. He followed the signs, and finally came to a clear patch of ground, where there were a few grave markers. Curled up on the ground in front of one was Castiel - but vastly changed.
He no longer wore the suit and trench-coat he always had, instead wearing jeans and a t-shirt, both covered in mud. He was far too thin, hair long and unkempt, blue eyes open but unseeing. His lips were moving, and when Dean got closer, he could hear the mutterings.
“There once was a tiger-striped cat, who lived a thousand lives and died a thousand deaths.”
Dean crouched down next to him, listening as Cas recited the story. When he got to the end, he immediately started again, voice hoarse as though he’d been doing this for a long time. Dreading what he’d see, Dean looked at the marker.
It was for Teddy.
“No,” Dean whispered.
“Three years ago,” he heard, and lifted his head. The other Dean was standing on the other side of Cas, looking down with a mix of disgust and pity. “We’d taken in some other hunters. One of them saw Teddy’s hair and eyes shift colours, and she killed him. Shot him with silver bullets.”
“What… he was just a kid…” Dean whispered. The other nodded.
“Castiel… something snapped in him. He tore the woman apart with his hands, her husband as well. Probably would have gone through the others as well, but I managed to pull him away. He nearly killed me, before I got through to him. We buried Teddy here, and now… now Cas doesn’t move from here unless I give him a mission. He’ll do anything, gladly takes the worst jobs, the ones where no one else would come back alive.”
“He wants to die,” Dean recognised the feeling. It was how he’d felt when Sam had died.
“He refuses to kill himself, but he doesn’t care enough to make an effort to live either. He’s broken. Nothing we do can fix him. So we make use of him, and when we don’t need him, he stays here.”
“How can you do that?” Dean glared, furious with his future self. “He’s not some weapon!”
“Yes he is,” the other Dean said flatly. “He’s not an angel anymore, they all left and his powers faded. He can’t function as a human either. All he does is kill Croats and demons, and mourn. If he weren’t so good at fighting, I’d have put a bullet in his brain years ago. As soon as he stops fighting, I will.”
With that, the other Dean walked away.
Dean looked down then, and realised that Castiel had paid no attention to the conversation above him whatsoever. He just continued the litany.
“I promise you, Cas,” Dean whispered, “you will not end up like this. I won’t let anyone harm Teddy, I won’t let you become this.” As soon as he got back to his own time, Dean was going to drag Sam back from his self-imposed exile and force him back into the game. They needed to work together if they were going to stop this future from coming true.
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