Drabble - Ours
Title: Ours
Author: tooearlyforthis
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Charlie/OC
Rating: G
Word Count: 800
Summary: It's a girl.
Crossposted from: Tumblr
"I think she’s yours," Dean said fondly as he gazed at his little girl in Cas’s arms.
Cas looked as if he were going to frown, but no one could frown when they had a baby such as his and Dean’s in his hold. “What makes you say that?”
"She’s got blue eyes, like you."
"All babies have blue eyes when they are born, Dean," said Cas, giving his husband a pointed stare. "Caucasian babies, anyway."
Dean hummed and stroked the back of his child’s soft head. “She’s so small,” he whispered. “And so beautiful.”
"Which leads me to believe that she’s yours," Cas smiled, meeting Dean’s awe-struck eyes.
"But it doesn’t matter whose she is biologically. That is why we did the…the…what was it called?"
"The sperm swirl?" Dean offered. "I don’t know." They laughed quietly, mindful of the lucky peace they had.
"Yes, that," chuckled Cas. "It doesn’t matter whose she is biologically, because she is ours. Our baby." Cas welled up a little as his voice trembled on his last two words, so Dean kissed his cheek and rested his head upon the shoulder of the father of his child.
"We never came up with a girl name," he distantly remembered, previously too occupied with worries of whether Alice (Charlie's wife, who offered herself as a surrogate after hearing of their adopting difficulties) would carry to term, whether the colour was right for the nursery or which of them would stay home for a hunt to go with Alice to her antenatal classes.
"We were going to see what she looked like before assigning her a name," Cas replied.
They had settled on Robert if it was a boy, and John was still up in the air for his middle name, but for some reason they could not find any girl’s names they liked. Mary hit home too much for Dean but anything else seemed wrong, so they had decided to wait and see.
"What do you think she looks like?"
Dean stifled a bark of laughter before pitching, “How ‘bout April?”
"That is hardly appropriate," Cas sniffed. "And I think you’re forgetting that she killed me after…seducing me, as you so wonderfully put it."
"Well okay, you suggest something, Mr Sensitive."
Cas raised his brows and sent Dean into a sputter by suggesting, “Rhonda?”
"Yeah, no, that’s a - that’s not - you’re a Rhonda!" garbled Dean, regretting the time he had ever told Cas that story, who had swiftly replied that he knew it anyway on account of once having Dean's bare soul enveloped in his grace.
His ever-terrible way of insulting was met with a soft smile, and it was quiet for a few moments before Cas mumbled something Dean didn't entirely hear. However, he didn't have to stay confused for long, as Cas soon mused, "What do you think of Marie?"
"Marie," Dean repeated. "Marie," he said again, softer and smiling. "Yeah, Marie. I like that."
"Hello Marie," Cas cooed as her eyelids fluttered open, revealing those big blue eyes again. "Welcome to the world. We are your fathers, and -"
Dean let out a groan to interrupt his tactless, while good intentioned, partner in crime (and love). He plucked her from Cas’s arms while saying, “Okay Darth Vader, cool it with the formalities,” and set her in his own, cradling her head in his right hand. “Hey Marie. We’re your daddies, and if anything or anyone ever hurts you, we're going to kill them.”
Later on when they introduced Marie to Sam and the honourary Winchesters, Charlie commented, "At least you guys didn't do a complete Harry Potter," while Sam only stopped beaming when his niece grabbed a tiny handful of his hair and pulled on it, although the grin came back when everyone commented on how Marie seemed to like him better than anyone. When Kevin timidly offered to play his cello for her, as he had heard that classical music soothed babies, Cas graciously thanked him and even hoped to listen too, as Kevin played beautifully. Alice promised to read to her and even do the voices, and Dean tried to forget he had ever almost fainted as he saw his daughter coming out of her lady parts.
The life of hunting that he had led was going to be nothing compared to raising a daughter, but he couldn't wait to wish for the apocalypse again when Marie hit her rebellious teen years.
Author: tooearlyforthis
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Charlie/OC
Rating: G
Word Count: 800
Summary: It's a girl.
Crossposted from: Tumblr
"I think she’s yours," Dean said fondly as he gazed at his little girl in Cas’s arms.
Cas looked as if he were going to frown, but no one could frown when they had a baby such as his and Dean’s in his hold. “What makes you say that?”
"She’s got blue eyes, like you."
"All babies have blue eyes when they are born, Dean," said Cas, giving his husband a pointed stare. "Caucasian babies, anyway."
Dean hummed and stroked the back of his child’s soft head. “She’s so small,” he whispered. “And so beautiful.”
"Which leads me to believe that she’s yours," Cas smiled, meeting Dean’s awe-struck eyes.
"But it doesn’t matter whose she is biologically. That is why we did the…the…what was it called?"
"The sperm swirl?" Dean offered. "I don’t know." They laughed quietly, mindful of the lucky peace they had.
"Yes, that," chuckled Cas. "It doesn’t matter whose she is biologically, because she is ours. Our baby." Cas welled up a little as his voice trembled on his last two words, so Dean kissed his cheek and rested his head upon the shoulder of the father of his child.
"We never came up with a girl name," he distantly remembered, previously too occupied with worries of whether Alice (Charlie's wife, who offered herself as a surrogate after hearing of their adopting difficulties) would carry to term, whether the colour was right for the nursery or which of them would stay home for a hunt to go with Alice to her antenatal classes.
"We were going to see what she looked like before assigning her a name," Cas replied.
They had settled on Robert if it was a boy, and John was still up in the air for his middle name, but for some reason they could not find any girl’s names they liked. Mary hit home too much for Dean but anything else seemed wrong, so they had decided to wait and see.
"What do you think she looks like?"
Dean stifled a bark of laughter before pitching, “How ‘bout April?”
"That is hardly appropriate," Cas sniffed. "And I think you’re forgetting that she killed me after…seducing me, as you so wonderfully put it."
"Well okay, you suggest something, Mr Sensitive."
Cas raised his brows and sent Dean into a sputter by suggesting, “Rhonda?”
"Yeah, no, that’s a - that’s not - you’re a Rhonda!" garbled Dean, regretting the time he had ever told Cas that story, who had swiftly replied that he knew it anyway on account of once having Dean's bare soul enveloped in his grace.
His ever-terrible way of insulting was met with a soft smile, and it was quiet for a few moments before Cas mumbled something Dean didn't entirely hear. However, he didn't have to stay confused for long, as Cas soon mused, "What do you think of Marie?"
"Marie," Dean repeated. "Marie," he said again, softer and smiling. "Yeah, Marie. I like that."
"Hello Marie," Cas cooed as her eyelids fluttered open, revealing those big blue eyes again. "Welcome to the world. We are your fathers, and -"
Dean let out a groan to interrupt his tactless, while good intentioned, partner in crime (and love). He plucked her from Cas’s arms while saying, “Okay Darth Vader, cool it with the formalities,” and set her in his own, cradling her head in his right hand. “Hey Marie. We’re your daddies, and if anything or anyone ever hurts you, we're going to kill them.”
Later on when they introduced Marie to Sam and the honourary Winchesters, Charlie commented, "At least you guys didn't do a complete Harry Potter," while Sam only stopped beaming when his niece grabbed a tiny handful of his hair and pulled on it, although the grin came back when everyone commented on how Marie seemed to like him better than anyone. When Kevin timidly offered to play his cello for her, as he had heard that classical music soothed babies, Cas graciously thanked him and even hoped to listen too, as Kevin played beautifully. Alice promised to read to her and even do the voices, and Dean tried to forget he had ever almost fainted as he saw his daughter coming out of her lady parts.
The life of hunting that he had led was going to be nothing compared to raising a daughter, but he couldn't wait to wish for the apocalypse again when Marie hit her rebellious teen years.