First Impressions - Daddy!Cas Verse
Title: First Impressions
Author: Dire Banshee
Rating: PG-13 for a bit of swearing
Disclaimer: Yes I, Eric Kripke, have nothing better to do with my time than write fanfic of my own show. Pfft, I wish. Not mine :(
Summary: The very beginning of the Daddy!Cas verse. While on a case the Winchester's run into an old friend. Takes place during a slightly AU Season 5.
Masterpost - Spoken Like a Winchester - Potty - Trick 'r' Treat
Dean stepped out of the coroner’s office and flipped open his cell phone; thumb poised to call Sam, when a familiar voice called out.
“Winchester!”
He glanced up then broke out in a grin as he recognized the speaker.
“Kala,” he greeted happily as the young woman wrapped him in a warm hug.
“Son of a bitch,” she said, grinning. “How’ve you been?”
“Oh, you know,” he replied vaguely.
“Uh huh,” Makala hummed, sharp brown eyes telling him that she did know, but let it go for the moment. “So, you here on a job?”
He knew it was mostly a rhetorical question, the suit he was wearing would tell her that much, just like her attire told him the same story.
“Yeah,” Dean said. “I think I’m here on yours.”
Makala grinned at his acknowledgement of her claim then linked her arm with his and began pulling him toward the Impala.
“No hearts?” she asked.
“No hearts,” he confirmed. “The lunar cycle matches up, and, if you’re here…”
“Werewolf,” she confirmed. “Tracked ‘em five states.”
“You here with Penny and your dad?” Dean asked.
“Nope,” Makala said, freeing her chocolate brown hair from the bun at the back of her head. “Dad managed to break his leg in three places taking out a poltergeist last month. Penny postponed her honeymoon to stay with him.”
“Her honeymoon?” Dean repeated, shocked.
Makala grinned.
“Yep. Baby sister’s all grown up.”
“I guess,” he continued, opening the driver’s side door and sliding behind the wheel. Makala settled herself in the passenger seat. “But, she’s not old enough to get married. Is she?”
“Twenty-one,” Kala replied then shrugged. “He’s a good guy. National Guard. Saw some things over in Iraq he couldn’t quite explain so he’s in the know, not active though.”
Dean nodded and put the car in reverse. The kid sounded like someone Jeff would like.
“So, how about you?” she asked. “You here with Sammy?”
“Uh, yeah,” Dean replied. “He’s back at the room.”
“Awesome,” Makala replied. “There’s a great little drive-thru place up ahead. We could grab some food; surprise Sammy, then compare notes. Might as well, since we’re all here.”
Dean nodded.
“Sounds good.”
Sam barely glanced up as Dean entered the room, a large take-out bag in one hand and another clenched between his teeth. He did, however, notice the second figure entering behind his brother.
“Look who I found,” Dean announced as he set the bags on the table.
“Heya, Sammy,” the young woman greeted.
Sam’s face split in a rare, wide grin. “Makala!”
He pulled the woman into a hug, briefly lifting her off her feet, before releasing her. Makala stared up at him.
“Jesus, you got tall. Holy crap!”
Sam ducked his head with an embarrassed grin and Dean snorted. His baby brother was a full foot taller than their friend and, standing close like they were, he looked every inch of it. Sam ignored his brother and motioned Makala to take a seat.
“So, what’ve you been doing?” he asked.
“Oh,” she said digging into one of the bags for her tacos. “The usual. Followed a werewolf here, so…”
She trailed off and studied the brothers as Sam nodded at her explanation.
“What about you guys? Anything exciting in your lives?”
Her eyes narrowed slightly as the two looked anywhere but her face.
“What have you heard?” Dean asked innocently.
“I’d rather you told me.”
“Dean,” a new voice sounded behind her. Makala dropped her taco, drawing her gun and spinning to level it on the new arrival in one motion.
“Kala, wait!” Sam shouted, reaching out to lay a staying hand on her arm. “It’s okay. He’s with us.”
“Couldn’t use the door, Cas?” Dean asked, mildly.
“I was unsure you’d be here,” the man answered, completely ignoring the gun still leveled on him. “I was in the area and saw your car outside. There’s been a rise in demon activity near here.”
Noting their relaxed attitudes, Makala allowed Sam to lower her arms, but she kept her gun on the table as she eyed the new man.
“Someone mind fillin’ me in?” she asked.
“Cas,” Dean said and motioned to Makala with his taco-filled hand. “Kala. Kala, this is Cas.”
“Castiel,” the man, Cas, Castiel, corrected.
“Makala,” she said then turned to look expectantly at Dean. After a few minutes of ignoring her intense stare the other hunter glanced up, scowl in place.
“Dude, what?”
“Don’t ‘what’ me, Winchester,” she shot back then jerked a thumb over her shoulder at Castiel. “He just pops in from nowhere and you expect me to believe that he’s human? Give me a little credit. The only things I’ve seen do that are demons and ghosts, so which is it?”
“I am not a demon,” Castiel growled drawing everyone’s attention back to him. He stood up a little straighter, shoulders squaring before continuing. “I’m an angel of the Lord.”
Makala snorted at that but a quick glance around showed neither of the Winchester’s sharing her amusement. Eyes slightly wide she turned back to Castiel.
“Seriously?”
Author: Dire Banshee
Rating: PG-13 for a bit of swearing
Disclaimer: Yes I, Eric Kripke, have nothing better to do with my time than write fanfic of my own show. Pfft, I wish. Not mine :(
Summary: The very beginning of the Daddy!Cas verse. While on a case the Winchester's run into an old friend. Takes place during a slightly AU Season 5.
Masterpost - Spoken Like a Winchester - Potty - Trick 'r' Treat
Dean stepped out of the coroner’s office and flipped open his cell phone; thumb poised to call Sam, when a familiar voice called out.
“Winchester!”
He glanced up then broke out in a grin as he recognized the speaker.
“Kala,” he greeted happily as the young woman wrapped him in a warm hug.
“Son of a bitch,” she said, grinning. “How’ve you been?”
“Oh, you know,” he replied vaguely.
“Uh huh,” Makala hummed, sharp brown eyes telling him that she did know, but let it go for the moment. “So, you here on a job?”
He knew it was mostly a rhetorical question, the suit he was wearing would tell her that much, just like her attire told him the same story.
“Yeah,” Dean said. “I think I’m here on yours.”
Makala grinned at his acknowledgement of her claim then linked her arm with his and began pulling him toward the Impala.
“No hearts?” she asked.
“No hearts,” he confirmed. “The lunar cycle matches up, and, if you’re here…”
“Werewolf,” she confirmed. “Tracked ‘em five states.”
“You here with Penny and your dad?” Dean asked.
“Nope,” Makala said, freeing her chocolate brown hair from the bun at the back of her head. “Dad managed to break his leg in three places taking out a poltergeist last month. Penny postponed her honeymoon to stay with him.”
“Her honeymoon?” Dean repeated, shocked.
Makala grinned.
“Yep. Baby sister’s all grown up.”
“I guess,” he continued, opening the driver’s side door and sliding behind the wheel. Makala settled herself in the passenger seat. “But, she’s not old enough to get married. Is she?”
“Twenty-one,” Kala replied then shrugged. “He’s a good guy. National Guard. Saw some things over in Iraq he couldn’t quite explain so he’s in the know, not active though.”
Dean nodded and put the car in reverse. The kid sounded like someone Jeff would like.
“So, how about you?” she asked. “You here with Sammy?”
“Uh, yeah,” Dean replied. “He’s back at the room.”
“Awesome,” Makala replied. “There’s a great little drive-thru place up ahead. We could grab some food; surprise Sammy, then compare notes. Might as well, since we’re all here.”
Dean nodded.
“Sounds good.”
Sam barely glanced up as Dean entered the room, a large take-out bag in one hand and another clenched between his teeth. He did, however, notice the second figure entering behind his brother.
“Look who I found,” Dean announced as he set the bags on the table.
“Heya, Sammy,” the young woman greeted.
Sam’s face split in a rare, wide grin. “Makala!”
He pulled the woman into a hug, briefly lifting her off her feet, before releasing her. Makala stared up at him.
“Jesus, you got tall. Holy crap!”
Sam ducked his head with an embarrassed grin and Dean snorted. His baby brother was a full foot taller than their friend and, standing close like they were, he looked every inch of it. Sam ignored his brother and motioned Makala to take a seat.
“So, what’ve you been doing?” he asked.
“Oh,” she said digging into one of the bags for her tacos. “The usual. Followed a werewolf here, so…”
She trailed off and studied the brothers as Sam nodded at her explanation.
“What about you guys? Anything exciting in your lives?”
Her eyes narrowed slightly as the two looked anywhere but her face.
“What have you heard?” Dean asked innocently.
“I’d rather you told me.”
“Dean,” a new voice sounded behind her. Makala dropped her taco, drawing her gun and spinning to level it on the new arrival in one motion.
“Kala, wait!” Sam shouted, reaching out to lay a staying hand on her arm. “It’s okay. He’s with us.”
“Couldn’t use the door, Cas?” Dean asked, mildly.
“I was unsure you’d be here,” the man answered, completely ignoring the gun still leveled on him. “I was in the area and saw your car outside. There’s been a rise in demon activity near here.”
Noting their relaxed attitudes, Makala allowed Sam to lower her arms, but she kept her gun on the table as she eyed the new man.
“Someone mind fillin’ me in?” she asked.
“Cas,” Dean said and motioned to Makala with his taco-filled hand. “Kala. Kala, this is Cas.”
“Castiel,” the man, Cas, Castiel, corrected.
“Makala,” she said then turned to look expectantly at Dean. After a few minutes of ignoring her intense stare the other hunter glanced up, scowl in place.
“Dude, what?”
“Don’t ‘what’ me, Winchester,” she shot back then jerked a thumb over her shoulder at Castiel. “He just pops in from nowhere and you expect me to believe that he’s human? Give me a little credit. The only things I’ve seen do that are demons and ghosts, so which is it?”
“I am not a demon,” Castiel growled drawing everyone’s attention back to him. He stood up a little straighter, shoulders squaring before continuing. “I’m an angel of the Lord.”
Makala snorted at that but a quick glance around showed neither of the Winchester’s sharing her amusement. Eyes slightly wide she turned back to Castiel.
“Seriously?”