FIC: 'Potty' - A Daddy!Castiel Story
Title: Potty
Author: Dire Banshee
Warnings: cavity inducing fluff
Pairings: pre-Dean/Cas, past-Cas/ofc mentioned
Disclaimer: all i own is the computer i type on and the thoughts in my pretty little head
Summary: a glimpse into a verse I'm starting. Inspired by this prompt at the deancaskinkmeme: Dean, Cas, and daughter go out to eat. Daughter has to go potty. Either Dean or Cas (DeanDeanDean) has to take her. FLUUUUUUUUUUUUFF.
Masterpost - First Impressions - Trick 'r' Treat - Spoken Like a Winchester
“Potty,” three-year-old Grace announced to the three adults at the table.
Castiel set down his glass and pushed his chair back from the table, reaching out a hand for his daughter, but she shook her head, dark curls flying.
“No! Dee Dee,” she demanded, pointing to Dean who paused, fork halfway to his mouth.
Sam grinned into his soda and tried not to snicker. Cas just nodded at his daughter’s decision and went back to his meal, keeping an eye on the scene, a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth at Dean’s discomfort.
“Uh, Gracie,” Dean started. “Don’t you want your daddy to take you?”
“Dee Dee,” she repeated, blue eyes shining.
Dean gave a self-conscious glance around the crowded restaurant, momentarily catching the eye of a pretty young woman, who was smiling at him like the little scene was the cutest thing she’d ever seen. Dean clenched his teeth and looked away, setting his fork down and standing. He spared a glare towards Sam, who suddenly found his plate very interesting, then reached his hands out for the little girl.
“Let’s go, kiddo.”
She lifted her small arms, still chubby with baby fat, and stood up in her chair. She jumped into his arms, confident that he’d catch her, and pointed to the back of the restaurant.
“Potty.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dean muttered softly and spared a glance for his brother who was staring at the contents of his plate like they held the secrets of the universe. “Hey, Sasquatch. Stay away from my plate, will ya?”
Grace squirmed in his arms, tugging on his amulet.
“Dee Dee, potty,” she reminded him urgently.
“Right.”
Sam and Castiel watched Dean weave his way around the tables and chairs, talking softly to the child in his arms, oblivious to the admiring female patrons watching his progress.
“She has him wrapped around her finger,” Sam said, amused affection in his voice.
Castiel grinned in agreement.
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Dean leaned against the wall outside the women’s bathroom. For all her insistence that he be the one to take her, Grace had turned right around and proclaimed that she could do it herself. She was definitely her mother’s daughter. Makala had been a spitfire, to be sure, and they all felt her loss keenly, even two and a half years later. Dean glanced at the bathroom door, sending a silent promise to his old friend that he’d protect her and Cas’ daughter til his last breath.
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“Remember to flush, baby,” Makala gently reminded her daughter after the little girl finished righting her sweatpants.
Grace smiled at her mother and pulled the metal handle down before moving to the sink. She raised her hands up and glanced at her mother.
“Wash?”
“That’s right,” Makala praised and lifted Grace up high enough to reach the water.
There was a quiet knock at the door then Dean’s voice.
“Do you need any help, kiddo?” he asked.
Grace shook her head, sending her curls flying, as she gleefully rubbed her hands together, getting soap and water everywhere but in the sink. If Makala had still had a body, she’d probably be soaked, but as it was now she just smiled at her daughter’s antics.
“He can’t see you through the door, baby,” she reminded Grace softly.
“I okay, Dee Dee,” she called back as Makala set her back on her feet and pointed her to the paper towels. Grace finished drying her hands and deposited the damp paper in the trash can before making her way back to her mother’s side, arms up in the universal signal for a hug. Makala grinned and crouched down to give Grace one, wishing she could feel the little girl’s baby fine hair under her hands or the warmth of her little body in her arms, but contented herself with the fact that she could be here, now. Could watch her Gracie grow and not go insane like so many of the spirits she’d faced in life. Pulling away and rubbing her daughter’s back, she smiled down at the little girl.
“You better go, baby,” she said. “Before Daddy Dean breaks the door down.”
“ ‘Kay,” she replied. “Love you, Mommy.”
“Love you too, baby,” Makala said before allowing herself to fade from view as Grace opened the door and was swept up in Dean’s arms.
“Hey, kiddo,” he said as the door swung shut. “You do okay by yourself?”
“Good, Dee Dee,” Grace said. “I a big girl.”
“Yeah you are,” he agreed. “Now, how about we get back before Uncle Sammy eats all the fries, huh?”
“Yeah,” she agreed, smiling brightly.
A little about the verse: A story in which Dean runs into Makala, a hunter friend of his and Sam's, while on a case, and, in a stroke of brilliance, decides to set her up with Castiel. The two hit it off and Makala ends up pregnant. The children of humans and angels can tip the scales in the battle between Good and Evil and Makala dies while protecting their daughter, Grace, leaving Castiel to raise her with the help of Sam and Dean and occasionally Bobby. But, unknown to all but Grace, Makala is still around, determined to make a Happily-Ever-After for her family if she has to tie Dean and Castiel together to get it done!e