Ficlet - Easter at the Bunker
Title: Easter at the Bunker
Author: tooearlyforthis
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: G
Word Count: 2k
Summary: Meanwhile, in an alternate version of season nine where Cas is still human, there’s no Mark of Cain, and Sam is magically fine…
Crossposted from: Tumblr
"Bunker meeting!" Sam heard Dean call from the study.
Bunker meeting? Since when did they have those? With a small shrug, he bookmarked his place in The Road to Oz and trundled downstairs, where he found Dean and Cas waiting for him and talking quietly. They were doing a lot of quiet talking, lately. Sam figured it was a ‘profound bond’ thing.
When he cleared his throat, Dean turned round, looking like a deer caught in headlights for a millisecond before he grinned.
"Okay, everyone’s here!" Dean clapped his hands and rubbed them together, which was rarely a good sign. Immediately, Sam could feel the wariness creeping onto his features.
But there was something in Dean’s smile that Sam hadn’t seen in a while, something so genuinely happy that all suspicion dissipated, and Sam no longer expected the worst.
"So it’s Easter, in case you didn’t know, and -"
"Yes, Jesus rose from the dead. I was there," Cas interrupted helpfully. "An event such as that is difficult to forget."
Sam snorted at Cas’s pointed remark.
"We get it, you’re a billion years old," said Dean with a tiny smirk. "But what I was going to say, is that we’re going to be doing a normal Easter festivity today. You know, ‘cause it’s Cas’s first Easter, and I know Sammy used to love it."
Hazel eyes lit up with realisation. “Dean, are we…?”
Dean grinned. “That’s right. I set up an Easter egg hunt, baby!”
”An Easter egg hunt?” Cas asked, intrigued.
"Yep. I hid ten eggs for each of you around the bunker while you two were in your rooms like teenagers, and then once you’ve found ‘em all, you come to me for a big Easter present."
Cas smiled something infectious, and Sam couldn’t help but match the pure childlike glee on his face. For a moment, back when he was thinking the worst, he would have been more inclined to believe that Dean was taking them on a hunt for the Easter bunny, not chocolate eggs, and now that hunting something harmless and edible was in the equation, Sam couldn’t wait.
"Oh man, we haven’t done this since…since I was ten?" Sam couldn’t keep his excitement contained. The only drawback of the whole thing was that he hadn’t gotten Dean anything, like he used to when they motel-hopped, but he was determined to find something to give to Dean, anything.
However, there was that stash of never-melting Ozonian chocolate eggs that Charlie had somehow sent with a letter about her and Dorothy’s adventures so far, and while Dean had read the letter, Sam had not gifted his half of the eggs to him yet, opting to wait for the most Easter-like moment.
Well, there was hardly a less festive time than an Easter egg hunt.
"And if we live til next year, I might make it an annual thing again," Dean said as he handed Sam and Cas a woven basket each. He set them off, telling them to come back when they’d found all ten eggs, and Sam found himself wondering what had caused the sudden Easter festivities, and whether Dean would take Cas to church for the Christian take on Easter.
After the last time Sam had been in a church, he preferred to stay away from them.
The first five were easy to find, as usual, and while hunting for his sixth egg, Sam almost bumped into Cas as he came out of the library. Cas was practically buzzing with energy, something Sam always liked to see. It wasn’t often that Cas was as happy as this, especially when he was constantly sought out by angry angels blaming him and his misplaced trust.
"Dean is very kind to have done this," Cas said, a smile still on his lips and a dreamy quality in his eyes.
"Yeah, he is. We used to love doing this when we were kids," Sam replied. He blinked once, and suddenly it made sense. By letting Cas partake in an old Winchester tradition, Dean was forgiving him of all his sins and welcoming him into the family, officially.
Sam bit his lip and repressed a smile at Dean’s method of communication. He’d never really smiled at that aspect of Dean’s personality before, but this instance was surprisingly sweet.
Cas’s smile didn’t wane as he asked, “What?”
"Nothing." Sam shook his head. "Just…welcome to the family, Cas."
And then Cas’s arms were awkwardly wrapping around Sam’s middle, and Cas’s chin was hooked on Sam’s shoulder, and they were hugging. Sam couldn’t repress a smile and a laugh even if he wanted to, so he smiled and laughed and patted Cas on the shoulder, hearing hollow eggs rattle as he did so.
He pulled away, and Cas said a croaky, “Thank you,” before continuing on down the hall on the search for the next egg.
When Sam had found all of his, he completely forgot that he was in his thirties and rushed down to the study to find Dean.
"Did I beat Cas?" he asked breathlessly, still unaware of his real age.
"Course you did, Cas is slower than you when you were five,” Dean said with affection and a small laugh. “Now, let’s check you got all of ‘em…”
“Dean! I found all ten! Do you really have to count them all?”
Dean smirked, and made a big show out of counting all the eggs one by one and setting them on the side. Sam hated when Dean did that. It only dragged out the reveal of his big present.
Finally, Sam’s win was declared, and Sam eagerly awaited his gift. It wasn’t behind Dean’s back like it used to be, and when he cast a glance around the room he couldn’t see anything that resembled a big egg, so it wasn’t completely illogical to chant puppy puppy puppy on repeat in his head.
Dean swallowed and cleared his throat, and shifted nervously between his feet. This was all an act, Sam was sure. He’d seen the bait-and-twist too many times in his life to think otherwise. It was silent for a moment longer, and then his big brother began.
"My, uh, my present to you, is a promise. I know it’s not like when we were kids and I stole you a huge chocolate egg, but I think that you’ll like this better than that. ‘Specially ‘cause you’re a health nut now."
Okay, now Sam believed the nervous shifting.
"Anyway, my promise is that…we’re gonna stop hunting. Well, you’re gonna stop hunting. ‘Cause I know that’s what you’ve always wanted. I’ll still hunt sometimes, but I’ll bring along Cas, ‘cause that dude is good with an angel blade. I want you to do what you want, even if it means wanting you out of the family business. I want you safe,” he added, watching Sam for a reaction. “If you don’t wanna stop, that’s fine, but I’m not gonna drag you along anymore if you do. And when I do hunt, I promise I’ll only call you for research purposes.”
Well, it wasn’t a puppy, but it was…it was exactly what Sam needed. What Sam wanted.
"Uh, thanks," he said, at a complete loss for words. But there was a remedy for that. Sam wrapped his brother in a tight hug, and squeezed til he was sure Dean knew how grateful he was.
"Happy Easter, Sammy," Dean murmured in his ear.
The only reason Sam didn’t hug Dean again was that he needed to get those Ozonian eggs stat, before Dean realised that as selfless as buying his brother and his ex-angel Easter eggs was, he had none for himself.
Sam jogged to his room to retrieve half the stash, and as he was nearing the study on the way back, he slowed and stopped outside the ajar door. Through the gap, he could see Dean counting Cas’s eggs, and figured that if his gift was a promise, then Cas’s gift might be of a similar nature, and hardly one he should burst in on. Instead, he waited outside the door, and tried not to listen to the conversation.
For once, they weren’t using their quiet voices, and Sam could hear them clear as a bell.
"And that’s ten! Congratulations on your first egg hunt, Cas," Dean said, his fondness for his friend obvious even from where Sam was standing.
"Thank you. This was more fun than hunting monsters, I must admit."
Dean laughed, and Sam had to agree.
"So, I guess you’re waiting for the big present I said you’d get?"
There was a pause in which Sam guessed that Cas nodded.
"Well, uh, I…my gift to you is…God, this is so stupid." Dean muttered that last part, and Sam was surprised to hear that he was bumbling more over what he was giving Cas than the promise Dean made him.
Whatever Dean’s giving him, it must be really big, Sam thought.
"I don’t mind if you don’t have a gift for me, Dean, this was enough. You put a lot of work into ensuring mine and Sam’s happiness, as you always do."
There was another pause, and Sam could almost see that stupid shy smile on Dean’s face, the one that Sam saw whenever his brother and Cas were having one of their quiet conversations.
Dean must have suddenly had a surge of courage, because he blurted, “It’s me. Your present. It’s me. If you want me - if you’ll have me.”
And Sam did so not need to be there to listen to whatever came next. Either it would be rejection, and one of them would walk out and see him eavesdropping and cradling never-melting Ozonian chocolate eggs, or it would be a very positive reaction, and they would stay in there so Dean could ‘keep his promise’, which, ew, Sam did not need to think about.
A stunned silence leaked out of the room, and Sam cursed the creaky floorboards for keeping him rooted to the spot.
"Dean," Cas said, all worshipful. Uh-oh. Sam was going to get an earful of wet noises and moans, he just knew it. How did he not see this coming?
"Of course I want you, and of course I’ll have you. I have often thought of nothing morethan having you, especially now I am human with human urges, and especially now that you want me to have you.”
Aaaaand there were the wet noises and moans that Sam was so afraid of hearing. He screwed his eyes shut and tried to block them out, thankful his hair could provide some sort of safety blanket for his ears. Happy for the apparently very happy new couple, Sam inched away from the study and retreated to his room, Easter eggs forgotten, and noise-cancelling headphones on.
Author: tooearlyforthis
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: G
Word Count: 2k
Summary: Meanwhile, in an alternate version of season nine where Cas is still human, there’s no Mark of Cain, and Sam is magically fine…
Crossposted from: Tumblr
"Bunker meeting!" Sam heard Dean call from the study.
Bunker meeting? Since when did they have those? With a small shrug, he bookmarked his place in The Road to Oz and trundled downstairs, where he found Dean and Cas waiting for him and talking quietly. They were doing a lot of quiet talking, lately. Sam figured it was a ‘profound bond’ thing.
When he cleared his throat, Dean turned round, looking like a deer caught in headlights for a millisecond before he grinned.
"Okay, everyone’s here!" Dean clapped his hands and rubbed them together, which was rarely a good sign. Immediately, Sam could feel the wariness creeping onto his features.
But there was something in Dean’s smile that Sam hadn’t seen in a while, something so genuinely happy that all suspicion dissipated, and Sam no longer expected the worst.
"So it’s Easter, in case you didn’t know, and -"
"Yes, Jesus rose from the dead. I was there," Cas interrupted helpfully. "An event such as that is difficult to forget."
Sam snorted at Cas’s pointed remark.
"We get it, you’re a billion years old," said Dean with a tiny smirk. "But what I was going to say, is that we’re going to be doing a normal Easter festivity today. You know, ‘cause it’s Cas’s first Easter, and I know Sammy used to love it."
Hazel eyes lit up with realisation. “Dean, are we…?”
Dean grinned. “That’s right. I set up an Easter egg hunt, baby!”
”An Easter egg hunt?” Cas asked, intrigued.
"Yep. I hid ten eggs for each of you around the bunker while you two were in your rooms like teenagers, and then once you’ve found ‘em all, you come to me for a big Easter present."
Cas smiled something infectious, and Sam couldn’t help but match the pure childlike glee on his face. For a moment, back when he was thinking the worst, he would have been more inclined to believe that Dean was taking them on a hunt for the Easter bunny, not chocolate eggs, and now that hunting something harmless and edible was in the equation, Sam couldn’t wait.
"Oh man, we haven’t done this since…since I was ten?" Sam couldn’t keep his excitement contained. The only drawback of the whole thing was that he hadn’t gotten Dean anything, like he used to when they motel-hopped, but he was determined to find something to give to Dean, anything.
However, there was that stash of never-melting Ozonian chocolate eggs that Charlie had somehow sent with a letter about her and Dorothy’s adventures so far, and while Dean had read the letter, Sam had not gifted his half of the eggs to him yet, opting to wait for the most Easter-like moment.
Well, there was hardly a less festive time than an Easter egg hunt.
"And if we live til next year, I might make it an annual thing again," Dean said as he handed Sam and Cas a woven basket each. He set them off, telling them to come back when they’d found all ten eggs, and Sam found himself wondering what had caused the sudden Easter festivities, and whether Dean would take Cas to church for the Christian take on Easter.
After the last time Sam had been in a church, he preferred to stay away from them.
The first five were easy to find, as usual, and while hunting for his sixth egg, Sam almost bumped into Cas as he came out of the library. Cas was practically buzzing with energy, something Sam always liked to see. It wasn’t often that Cas was as happy as this, especially when he was constantly sought out by angry angels blaming him and his misplaced trust.
"Dean is very kind to have done this," Cas said, a smile still on his lips and a dreamy quality in his eyes.
"Yeah, he is. We used to love doing this when we were kids," Sam replied. He blinked once, and suddenly it made sense. By letting Cas partake in an old Winchester tradition, Dean was forgiving him of all his sins and welcoming him into the family, officially.
Sam bit his lip and repressed a smile at Dean’s method of communication. He’d never really smiled at that aspect of Dean’s personality before, but this instance was surprisingly sweet.
Cas’s smile didn’t wane as he asked, “What?”
"Nothing." Sam shook his head. "Just…welcome to the family, Cas."
And then Cas’s arms were awkwardly wrapping around Sam’s middle, and Cas’s chin was hooked on Sam’s shoulder, and they were hugging. Sam couldn’t repress a smile and a laugh even if he wanted to, so he smiled and laughed and patted Cas on the shoulder, hearing hollow eggs rattle as he did so.
He pulled away, and Cas said a croaky, “Thank you,” before continuing on down the hall on the search for the next egg.
When Sam had found all of his, he completely forgot that he was in his thirties and rushed down to the study to find Dean.
"Did I beat Cas?" he asked breathlessly, still unaware of his real age.
"Course you did, Cas is slower than you when you were five,” Dean said with affection and a small laugh. “Now, let’s check you got all of ‘em…”
“Dean! I found all ten! Do you really have to count them all?”
Dean smirked, and made a big show out of counting all the eggs one by one and setting them on the side. Sam hated when Dean did that. It only dragged out the reveal of his big present.
Finally, Sam’s win was declared, and Sam eagerly awaited his gift. It wasn’t behind Dean’s back like it used to be, and when he cast a glance around the room he couldn’t see anything that resembled a big egg, so it wasn’t completely illogical to chant puppy puppy puppy on repeat in his head.
Dean swallowed and cleared his throat, and shifted nervously between his feet. This was all an act, Sam was sure. He’d seen the bait-and-twist too many times in his life to think otherwise. It was silent for a moment longer, and then his big brother began.
"My, uh, my present to you, is a promise. I know it’s not like when we were kids and I stole you a huge chocolate egg, but I think that you’ll like this better than that. ‘Specially ‘cause you’re a health nut now."
Okay, now Sam believed the nervous shifting.
"Anyway, my promise is that…we’re gonna stop hunting. Well, you’re gonna stop hunting. ‘Cause I know that’s what you’ve always wanted. I’ll still hunt sometimes, but I’ll bring along Cas, ‘cause that dude is good with an angel blade. I want you to do what you want, even if it means wanting you out of the family business. I want you safe,” he added, watching Sam for a reaction. “If you don’t wanna stop, that’s fine, but I’m not gonna drag you along anymore if you do. And when I do hunt, I promise I’ll only call you for research purposes.”
Well, it wasn’t a puppy, but it was…it was exactly what Sam needed. What Sam wanted.
"Uh, thanks," he said, at a complete loss for words. But there was a remedy for that. Sam wrapped his brother in a tight hug, and squeezed til he was sure Dean knew how grateful he was.
"Happy Easter, Sammy," Dean murmured in his ear.
The only reason Sam didn’t hug Dean again was that he needed to get those Ozonian eggs stat, before Dean realised that as selfless as buying his brother and his ex-angel Easter eggs was, he had none for himself.
Sam jogged to his room to retrieve half the stash, and as he was nearing the study on the way back, he slowed and stopped outside the ajar door. Through the gap, he could see Dean counting Cas’s eggs, and figured that if his gift was a promise, then Cas’s gift might be of a similar nature, and hardly one he should burst in on. Instead, he waited outside the door, and tried not to listen to the conversation.
For once, they weren’t using their quiet voices, and Sam could hear them clear as a bell.
"And that’s ten! Congratulations on your first egg hunt, Cas," Dean said, his fondness for his friend obvious even from where Sam was standing.
"Thank you. This was more fun than hunting monsters, I must admit."
Dean laughed, and Sam had to agree.
"So, I guess you’re waiting for the big present I said you’d get?"
There was a pause in which Sam guessed that Cas nodded.
"Well, uh, I…my gift to you is…God, this is so stupid." Dean muttered that last part, and Sam was surprised to hear that he was bumbling more over what he was giving Cas than the promise Dean made him.
Whatever Dean’s giving him, it must be really big, Sam thought.
"I don’t mind if you don’t have a gift for me, Dean, this was enough. You put a lot of work into ensuring mine and Sam’s happiness, as you always do."
There was another pause, and Sam could almost see that stupid shy smile on Dean’s face, the one that Sam saw whenever his brother and Cas were having one of their quiet conversations.
Dean must have suddenly had a surge of courage, because he blurted, “It’s me. Your present. It’s me. If you want me - if you’ll have me.”
And Sam did so not need to be there to listen to whatever came next. Either it would be rejection, and one of them would walk out and see him eavesdropping and cradling never-melting Ozonian chocolate eggs, or it would be a very positive reaction, and they would stay in there so Dean could ‘keep his promise’, which, ew, Sam did not need to think about.
A stunned silence leaked out of the room, and Sam cursed the creaky floorboards for keeping him rooted to the spot.
"Dean," Cas said, all worshipful. Uh-oh. Sam was going to get an earful of wet noises and moans, he just knew it. How did he not see this coming?
"Of course I want you, and of course I’ll have you. I have often thought of nothing morethan having you, especially now I am human with human urges, and especially now that you want me to have you.”
Aaaaand there were the wet noises and moans that Sam was so afraid of hearing. He screwed his eyes shut and tried to block them out, thankful his hair could provide some sort of safety blanket for his ears. Happy for the apparently very happy new couple, Sam inched away from the study and retreated to his room, Easter eggs forgotten, and noise-cancelling headphones on.