Spoken Like a Winchester
Title: Spoken Like a Winchester
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: part of my Daddy!Cas Verse. Grace says her first word.
Masterpost - First Impressions - Trick 'r' Treat - Potty
Castiel sat with his one year old daughter on a blanket spread out under the warm June sunshine, watching as Sam and Dean flung water and soap suds at one another over the Impala’s gleaming black body parked in the driveway. Grace was amusing herself by throwing her toys as far as she could and watching them roll back to her with a nudge from her father’s ‘angel mojo’ as Dean called it, squealing with joy every time they came to rest beside her.
She had just flung away her newest favorite toy; a chubby blue car made out of soft plastic Bobby had given her for her birthday, when her smiling face turned serious, her head tilting to one side as she studied the scene before her. Castiel followed her gaze to where Dean had pinned Sam to the ground and shoved the hose down the back of his shirt when Grace lifted one small hand, pointed to the gleaming beast of a car in the driveway and announced, “Pala!”
Castiel’s eyes flew back to his daughter, whose face was split in a huge grin, hand still outstretched, as Sam and Dean froze, their own shocked gazes on the baby.
“Did she just..?” Dean asked, abandoning the hose and allowing his brother to regain his feet.
“Mmmpala,” Grace said again, waving her chubby hand in the car’s direction.
Dean broke into the biggest, most self-satisfied smile either Sam or Castiel had ever seen on him and walked over to scoop the baby into his arms. Grace squealed in delight as water drops rained down on her.
“That’s my girl!” Dean crowed.
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: part of my Daddy!Cas Verse. Grace says her first word.
Masterpost - First Impressions - Trick 'r' Treat - Potty
Castiel sat with his one year old daughter on a blanket spread out under the warm June sunshine, watching as Sam and Dean flung water and soap suds at one another over the Impala’s gleaming black body parked in the driveway. Grace was amusing herself by throwing her toys as far as she could and watching them roll back to her with a nudge from her father’s ‘angel mojo’ as Dean called it, squealing with joy every time they came to rest beside her.
She had just flung away her newest favorite toy; a chubby blue car made out of soft plastic Bobby had given her for her birthday, when her smiling face turned serious, her head tilting to one side as she studied the scene before her. Castiel followed her gaze to where Dean had pinned Sam to the ground and shoved the hose down the back of his shirt when Grace lifted one small hand, pointed to the gleaming beast of a car in the driveway and announced, “Pala!”
Castiel’s eyes flew back to his daughter, whose face was split in a huge grin, hand still outstretched, as Sam and Dean froze, their own shocked gazes on the baby.
“Did she just..?” Dean asked, abandoning the hose and allowing his brother to regain his feet.
“Mmmpala,” Grace said again, waving her chubby hand in the car’s direction.
Dean broke into the biggest, most self-satisfied smile either Sam or Castiel had ever seen on him and walked over to scoop the baby into his arms. Grace squealed in delight as water drops rained down on her.
“That’s my girl!” Dean crowed.