Fairytales and Mr Fizzles
Title: Fairytales and Mr Fizzles
Author:demira_watson
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff, Kid!Fic, Wing!Fic
Disclaimer: Kripke's sandbox, I'm just playing in it.
Summary: Garth babysits Dean and Castiel's boys.
A/N: Blamebballgirl3022. She put the idea in my head and it wouldn't leave!
“And then the dark knights rode off into the sunset. The sons of the king were safe from harm and the evil Shojo was finally vanquished. The villagers rejoiced and planned to thank the brave knights but they had already left. For they never stayed. They had a duty to the people of the world to defeat all the evils and that is just what they went and did…The End.”
Garth cleared his throat as he returned to his normal voice. He flexed his fingers in his Mr Fizzles sock puppet and smiled down at his young charges for the evening. Bobby Jnr was lying on his back sucking on his pyjama covered foot. He smiled around the lime green covered appendage when he caught the Hunter’s eye. At just one and a half Bobby Jnr was already copying his father’s words…Which Castiel (former angel of the lord, brief deity and often annoyed husband of Dean Winchester) did not approve of.
“Can we have another story Uncle Garth? Please.” Samuel Jnr (or Sammy Jnr as Dean often called his son) asked politely with large glassy green eyes. Bobby Jnr took after his angel father with fluffy raven hair and startling blue eyes whereas Sammy Jnr took after his human father with short bouncy brown hair tipped with blonde and the same expressive forest green eyes and soft freckles dusting his cheeks and nose. But what Garth Fitzgerald IV always found amazing where the tiny downy black wings fluttering and twitching out of the young boys back.
“Sorry amigos but Mr Fizzles is too tired to provide another story for his favourite kids.” To prove his point he bent the grey woollen sock puppet over and dramatically snored. Sammy Jnr pouted cutely in the way only a four year old (and one gigantic Winchester) could. “Tomorrow though Mr Fizzles has a special story for you both.”
“Yey!” Sammy Jnr clapped his hands together as his wings flapped against his Batman top. A huge smile lit up his plump face. Bobby Jnr joined in the excitement waving around his tiny limbs and squealing loudly. The windows shook under the high-pitched angelic undertones.
“Okay! Bed time.” Garth quickly shouted fearing another 911 call by the neighbours. Dean would certainly kill him if the driveway was full of police cars and ambulances again.
“But Uncle Garth it’s not even eight yet!” Sammy Jnr complained and Bobby Jnr frowned deeply. Garth wasn’t sure if the one and half year old was upset by the early bedtime or was pooping.
“According to my watch it is, which means bedtime kids. I promise more stories from Mr Fizzles tomorrow if you go to bed now.” Garth bribed. Sammy Jnr frowned as he thought over the hunter’s proposal. Garth prided himself on being a groovy laid back young hunter in touch with the younger generation but babysitting Dean’s two bouncing baby half-angel-half-human kids was a whole different ballgame. Mr Fizzles appeared to be the only thing to hold their incredibly short attention spans.
“Alright but only if we get two stories tomorrow!” Sammy Jnr demanded. Garth was charging Dean extra.
“Deal.”
Author:demira_watson
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff, Kid!Fic, Wing!Fic
Disclaimer: Kripke's sandbox, I'm just playing in it.
Summary: Garth babysits Dean and Castiel's boys.
A/N: Blamebballgirl3022. She put the idea in my head and it wouldn't leave!
“And then the dark knights rode off into the sunset. The sons of the king were safe from harm and the evil Shojo was finally vanquished. The villagers rejoiced and planned to thank the brave knights but they had already left. For they never stayed. They had a duty to the people of the world to defeat all the evils and that is just what they went and did…The End.”
Garth cleared his throat as he returned to his normal voice. He flexed his fingers in his Mr Fizzles sock puppet and smiled down at his young charges for the evening. Bobby Jnr was lying on his back sucking on his pyjama covered foot. He smiled around the lime green covered appendage when he caught the Hunter’s eye. At just one and a half Bobby Jnr was already copying his father’s words…Which Castiel (former angel of the lord, brief deity and often annoyed husband of Dean Winchester) did not approve of.
“Can we have another story Uncle Garth? Please.” Samuel Jnr (or Sammy Jnr as Dean often called his son) asked politely with large glassy green eyes. Bobby Jnr took after his angel father with fluffy raven hair and startling blue eyes whereas Sammy Jnr took after his human father with short bouncy brown hair tipped with blonde and the same expressive forest green eyes and soft freckles dusting his cheeks and nose. But what Garth Fitzgerald IV always found amazing where the tiny downy black wings fluttering and twitching out of the young boys back.
“Sorry amigos but Mr Fizzles is too tired to provide another story for his favourite kids.” To prove his point he bent the grey woollen sock puppet over and dramatically snored. Sammy Jnr pouted cutely in the way only a four year old (and one gigantic Winchester) could. “Tomorrow though Mr Fizzles has a special story for you both.”
“Yey!” Sammy Jnr clapped his hands together as his wings flapped against his Batman top. A huge smile lit up his plump face. Bobby Jnr joined in the excitement waving around his tiny limbs and squealing loudly. The windows shook under the high-pitched angelic undertones.
“Okay! Bed time.” Garth quickly shouted fearing another 911 call by the neighbours. Dean would certainly kill him if the driveway was full of police cars and ambulances again.
“But Uncle Garth it’s not even eight yet!” Sammy Jnr complained and Bobby Jnr frowned deeply. Garth wasn’t sure if the one and half year old was upset by the early bedtime or was pooping.
“According to my watch it is, which means bedtime kids. I promise more stories from Mr Fizzles tomorrow if you go to bed now.” Garth bribed. Sammy Jnr frowned as he thought over the hunter’s proposal. Garth prided himself on being a groovy laid back young hunter in touch with the younger generation but babysitting Dean’s two bouncing baby half-angel-half-human kids was a whole different ballgame. Mr Fizzles appeared to be the only thing to hold their incredibly short attention spans.
“Alright but only if we get two stories tomorrow!” Sammy Jnr demanded. Garth was charging Dean extra.
“Deal.”