Baby Mine 05
Summary: When Gabriel is tasked with caring for a child, he immediately knows that this isn't a good idea. So he instead sends the kid to someone he knows is mature and responsible enough - Castiel. This can only end in tears.
Warnings: Seriously screwing with ages? Some minor swearing... very minor, it's just Gabriel being insulting.
Disclaimer: HP and SPN are not mine. More's the pity.
A/N: In this ‘verse, Gabriel and Castiel were a lot closer back in Heaven, before Gabe nicked off.
“Castiel, get rid of that filthy thing!”
Castiel glared at Uriel as Teddy started to whimper and picked up the child. He’d started to clash with the other angels over his attachment to the boy who’d become his son - whilst Uriel was the biggest opponent to keeping Teddy, the rest of the garrison wasn’t keen on keeping a human child around either.
It was getting to the point where Castiel was starting to lose his abilities. He knew what was happening - he was becoming human, becoming cut off from Heaven. The only problem was that he had always done as Gabriel had asked, and now his heart was beating for Teddy. It was confusing for him.
Looking down, Castiel turned and left the others, still holding Teddy close. He really didn’t know what to do anymore.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Teddy?”
“Park!”
So instead of doing anything productive, Castiel obeyed his son’s request and teleported the pair of them to a local playground. Once there, he deposited the child in the sandpit and sat on the edge, watching. Whilst Teddy was generally a good kid, he was at an age where he’d try to chew an anything, and it was possible he’d wander off without constant supervision.
Castiel sent up a prayer to his father, as he watched his son, pleading for guidance. He’d always followed orders, but ever since taking in Teddy, he’d had to start thinking for himself - something all angels had difficulty with.
“You shouldn’t worry so much,” a cheerful voice came from behind him. “You’ll give your vessel wrinkles.”
Looking up sharply, Castiel watched as his big brother sat down on the grass close by. Though it had been several years since he last saw the older angel - nearly 700 years - he instantly recognised him. It didn’t hurt that he was munching on a candy bar - even as an archangel, Gabriel had always had a sweet tooth.
“Gabriel,” Castiel choked out. “I… why did you do this to me?”
Gabriel looked at his little brother for a moment, before realising what was happening. Sighing, he reached out and pulled Castiel across and onto his lap, gaining some odd looks from nearby adults but not paying them any heed. He wrapped his arms around the younger angel, though he let out a huff at the size difference.
“Look, bro, this isn’t the disaster you think it is. If you were mortal, I’d probably be putting you through some hilarious and degrading alternate reality to make you see how much you care about Teddy, but since you’re you… I’ll let you off with this.” He promptly smacked Castiel upside the head, earning a scandalised look.
“It’s simple, Castiel,” Gabriel grinned back. “Our Father isn’t gonna toss you on your rear for loving your son. Let’s face it, if He hasn’t ripped out my Grace for pretending to be a Norse god, He won’t punish you.”
“But it feels like I’m falling,” Castiel muttered as he rested his head against Gabriel’s shoulder. “Why does it feel like this if I’m not being punished?”
“Because one of our other brothers is being a dick?” Gabriel suggested. “My guess is Michael. Always was a bit of a prick.”
“Gabriel!” Castiel jerked back in shock. The long absence had led him to forget that his older brother wasn’t shy about saying what he thought.
“What? It’s the truth,” his fellow angel was grinning cheekily. “Our big brother can be a jerk when he thinks things aren’t going according to plan.”
“Maybe… I just don’t want Teddy picking up on your language. He’s learning quickly,” Castiel shifted uncomfortably. He’d never been the most demonstrative of angels, and the fact that he was still curled up on Gabriel’s lap spoke volumes about how distressed he still felt.
“Prick!”
Castiel let out a sigh when Gabriel threw back his head in laughter. Unnoticed, Teddy had toddled over to see what was wrong with his father, and now stood next to the pair of angels, grinning happily at the new word.
“What did I tell you,” Castiel glared at his older brother, who was threatening to fall back onto the ground. It took a minute before Gabriel calmed himself enough to look between the father and son. Castiel waited a beat, then sighed again and reached out his arm to draw Teddy to him.
“Hey, do you mind?” Gabriel glared a little. “I’m not a chair. And I know you’re my little brother, but seriously - you just had to choose a vessel bigger than me.”
“I figured he would be better than his daughter,” Castiel muttered, finally shifting off of Gabriel’s lap to sit next to him on the grass.
“True,” Gabriel nodded. The pair sat for a few minutes, watching as Teddy sat heavily and started playing with the grass.
“Like I said,” the archangel returned to a previous topic of conversation, “God isn’t going to punish you. You might want to head back up and duke it out with Mikey at some point though. For now, I’d recommend not leaving Teddy alone. You two are good for each other.”
“Agreed,” Castiel nodded as they watched the boy started to yawn, then wandered over to his father.
“Sleepy,” Teddy crawled onto Castiel’s lap and cuddled into the trench coat, quickly falling asleep. Castiel gently stroked his hair, smiling a little, and not minding much when Gabriel clicked his fingers and disappeared.
“Come on, Teddy,” Castiel stood and walked away from the park, knowing he could fly if he wanted but content to just wander for a while.
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Warnings: Seriously screwing with ages? Some minor swearing... very minor, it's just Gabriel being insulting.
Disclaimer: HP and SPN are not mine. More's the pity.
A/N: In this ‘verse, Gabriel and Castiel were a lot closer back in Heaven, before Gabe nicked off.
“Castiel, get rid of that filthy thing!”
Castiel glared at Uriel as Teddy started to whimper and picked up the child. He’d started to clash with the other angels over his attachment to the boy who’d become his son - whilst Uriel was the biggest opponent to keeping Teddy, the rest of the garrison wasn’t keen on keeping a human child around either.
It was getting to the point where Castiel was starting to lose his abilities. He knew what was happening - he was becoming human, becoming cut off from Heaven. The only problem was that he had always done as Gabriel had asked, and now his heart was beating for Teddy. It was confusing for him.
Looking down, Castiel turned and left the others, still holding Teddy close. He really didn’t know what to do anymore.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Teddy?”
“Park!”
So instead of doing anything productive, Castiel obeyed his son’s request and teleported the pair of them to a local playground. Once there, he deposited the child in the sandpit and sat on the edge, watching. Whilst Teddy was generally a good kid, he was at an age where he’d try to chew an anything, and it was possible he’d wander off without constant supervision.
Castiel sent up a prayer to his father, as he watched his son, pleading for guidance. He’d always followed orders, but ever since taking in Teddy, he’d had to start thinking for himself - something all angels had difficulty with.
“You shouldn’t worry so much,” a cheerful voice came from behind him. “You’ll give your vessel wrinkles.”
Looking up sharply, Castiel watched as his big brother sat down on the grass close by. Though it had been several years since he last saw the older angel - nearly 700 years - he instantly recognised him. It didn’t hurt that he was munching on a candy bar - even as an archangel, Gabriel had always had a sweet tooth.
“Gabriel,” Castiel choked out. “I… why did you do this to me?”
Gabriel looked at his little brother for a moment, before realising what was happening. Sighing, he reached out and pulled Castiel across and onto his lap, gaining some odd looks from nearby adults but not paying them any heed. He wrapped his arms around the younger angel, though he let out a huff at the size difference.
“Look, bro, this isn’t the disaster you think it is. If you were mortal, I’d probably be putting you through some hilarious and degrading alternate reality to make you see how much you care about Teddy, but since you’re you… I’ll let you off with this.” He promptly smacked Castiel upside the head, earning a scandalised look.
“It’s simple, Castiel,” Gabriel grinned back. “Our Father isn’t gonna toss you on your rear for loving your son. Let’s face it, if He hasn’t ripped out my Grace for pretending to be a Norse god, He won’t punish you.”
“But it feels like I’m falling,” Castiel muttered as he rested his head against Gabriel’s shoulder. “Why does it feel like this if I’m not being punished?”
“Because one of our other brothers is being a dick?” Gabriel suggested. “My guess is Michael. Always was a bit of a prick.”
“Gabriel!” Castiel jerked back in shock. The long absence had led him to forget that his older brother wasn’t shy about saying what he thought.
“What? It’s the truth,” his fellow angel was grinning cheekily. “Our big brother can be a jerk when he thinks things aren’t going according to plan.”
“Maybe… I just don’t want Teddy picking up on your language. He’s learning quickly,” Castiel shifted uncomfortably. He’d never been the most demonstrative of angels, and the fact that he was still curled up on Gabriel’s lap spoke volumes about how distressed he still felt.
“Prick!”
Castiel let out a sigh when Gabriel threw back his head in laughter. Unnoticed, Teddy had toddled over to see what was wrong with his father, and now stood next to the pair of angels, grinning happily at the new word.
“What did I tell you,” Castiel glared at his older brother, who was threatening to fall back onto the ground. It took a minute before Gabriel calmed himself enough to look between the father and son. Castiel waited a beat, then sighed again and reached out his arm to draw Teddy to him.
“Hey, do you mind?” Gabriel glared a little. “I’m not a chair. And I know you’re my little brother, but seriously - you just had to choose a vessel bigger than me.”
“I figured he would be better than his daughter,” Castiel muttered, finally shifting off of Gabriel’s lap to sit next to him on the grass.
“True,” Gabriel nodded. The pair sat for a few minutes, watching as Teddy sat heavily and started playing with the grass.
“Like I said,” the archangel returned to a previous topic of conversation, “God isn’t going to punish you. You might want to head back up and duke it out with Mikey at some point though. For now, I’d recommend not leaving Teddy alone. You two are good for each other.”
“Agreed,” Castiel nodded as they watched the boy started to yawn, then wandered over to his father.
“Sleepy,” Teddy crawled onto Castiel’s lap and cuddled into the trench coat, quickly falling asleep. Castiel gently stroked his hair, smiling a little, and not minding much when Gabriel clicked his fingers and disappeared.
“Come on, Teddy,” Castiel stood and walked away from the park, knowing he could fly if he wanted but content to just wander for a while.
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