The Angel of Thursday

Tuesday, Oct 25. 5:35pm [TAGGED: Nate, Dean, Cas, Jo]

waywardson79:

thechildofthursday:

thursangel:

childofellen:

She looked to Cas and actually blushed a little at her blunder. It was hard thinking of him as anything other than male after seeing him so human like with Dean. “I’m…sorry. I didn’t mean it like that…” She ran a hand through her hair and cleared her throat hoping it would abate some of the awkwardness but then she jumped when he heard his voice inside her head. She was not used to this and honestly it was freaky as hell. But she calmed down as he explained.

When the gun went off, her head turned. She was on the edge of her seat. She didn’t know if she should cheer for him since she hardly knew Nate but then again, Dean was doing enough for all three of them. She had to laugh when she heard his screaming and yelling. Then she saw Nate go down and the other kid’s foot go back into place and she was up too. “Are you that blind, asshat!!” She screamed right alongside Dean. Then she heard “heck” instead of the normal curse word that would be there and she just stopped short and stared at Dean. This was so new to her. She swore if anything else so dramatically different happened, she would need to go to the doctor about whiplash.

She sat back down when the first lap was marked and went back to her previous pose on the edge of her seat with her knuckles white from gripping the metal so tight.

Castiel’s expression softened at Jo’s apology. “No no, you’re fine Jo. There’s hardly anything that offends me.” he said this, amusement showing upon his face now before his attention was drawn away back to the race at hand. His eyes were focused and he watched, leaned slightly forward, hands curling into fists. They moved in an up and down motion as he cheered for Nathaniel as he raced against his opponent. He smiled a bit before he began to notice a change in the other teen’s direction.

It was hardly noticeable at first, however, being an angel, the slightest tilt was easy to pinpoint. When the foot slammed down upon the Nephilim’s foot his eyes narrowed and his lips tightened into a line. He was on his feet along with Dean. “That son of a bitch..” the curse was hardly heard above the cheering and yells of the crowd around them. But Cas was pissed. No one messed with his child and got away with it. 

He didn’t nearly feel half as bad when Nate gave the boy a taste his own medicine. He silently cheered but at the same time, his expression was stern. It was one of the things he’d learned. It was always best to take the high road and still show up the enemy. Because in the end, it made them feel like a bigger ass and that much more of a loser. But he cheered for Nathaniel nonetheless. Though, when this race was over and they were home, he was definitely going to have a word with him about it. 

So he felt a little bad as he heard that kid go tumbling, a little, but not enough to go back or to stop. This was a big race, a lot was riding on it. A lot. So pardon the young blond if he couldn’t be fucked to show much compassion for a person who tried to cheat. He already felt the twinge of pain in his foot, something was pulled or dislocated, by the end of this meet, it would be bad, he would probably need his mother to take care of it or go to the hospital. To which he knew his father would say hospital, which Nate honestly had no problem with. Hospitals didn’t freak him out in the least.

He tore around the corner of the second lap and he felt something slide out of place in his foot and his face pinched in pain, and this constant pain as his foot slammed against the ground put an odd quirk in his gait as he ran, but he didn’t seem to let it affect his speed or make him stop. He did lose a bit of ground and was now tying with another runner as they cleared the finish line, the flag thrown to mark the final lap. No no nononono! He grits his teeth and pushes himself harder, a choked noise of pain escaping him as he slams that foot harder on the ground. He doesn’t want to let out his wings, he can’t it’s cheating, but… he can’t let his team down. No, were he a normal human, he’d have to deal with it all. The pain that came from pushing himself further.

His breath began to push out of him much in the manner of a horse who’d ran a derby, now breathing through his gritted teeth, nostrils flaring. He could almost feel the other kid at his heels. He slammed that foot down and launched himself off, pushing his body harder. As they rounded the corner, the injured foot rolled in such a way that caused a stutter in Nate’s steps, and he almost goes crashing into the ground. He regains himself and eventually regains his place in the race. As they draw closer to the finish line, Nate’s legs, especially the one belonging to the injured foot, wanted to give out and he’s matched with another runner. NO. He can’t tie, he can’t take second, everyone on his team depended on him.

That foot slams against ground and an audible cry of pain flies out of Nate as he shoots ahead of the other and tears through the ribbon. He keeps running, having to slow himself down rather than abruptly stop and risk toppling over himself. The second he stops he promptly falls back onto his rear and clutched at his foot, making small pained noises, rocking a bit as if it would abate the pain.

The conversation between his husband an Jo kinda of sounded muffled in his ears, completely focused on the race. You thought Dean was bad right now? Oh wait till football season rolls around. He’s the loudest person in the whole stadium and he forgets to watch his language. What? Man likes his football. When he felt Cas’s anger flare up, Dean reaches out a hand to take Cas’s, trying to soothe the angel. Calm down honey… he’s fine… everything is okay. He gives his husband a reassuring smile. Oh Dean how wrong you are.

Then Dean watched as his son’s running stride became a bit off and his features drops. His hands come to grip the railing, knuckles going white. He couldn’t hear it, but he could see the jerk in his son’s body and the lips part as that low sound of pain came from his son. Dean’s jaw clench so tight he risked cracking his own teeth. He had spoken way too soon. Something was wrong with his son, he knew it, just all the little tell tale signs. He was in pain and his eyes searched for the boy who did this, eyes angrily locking on the child. If only he could prove the little shit had done that to his son. His parents and that little brat would get REEMED.

The flag fell and Dean’s eyes closely trained Nate’s form. When his son rounds the corner and almost falls, Dean feels his heart skip a bit and his body surges forward as he was just gonna take off running to Nate right there, but the bars stopped him. He lets out a breath of relief when Nate regains himself and keeps running. Though he hears that cry of pain come from his child and freaks. “NATHANIEL!” he puts a hand over his mouth, beginning to pace like a caged lion. His son was in pain, enough to make him cry out. He knew Nate, he knew his own kid, and that kid had a tolerance for pain.

The second Nate hits ground, Dean leaps over the railing, landing flat on his feet, grunting as his older body protests the firm landing from the roughly 7 or 8 foot drop. He pushes up and goes running for his downed son. He quickly drops beside Nate, a careful arm winding behind his back, supporting. “Shhh shhh, I got you champ…” he cooed to his frantic child. He knew Nate was a big boy and almost an adult, but christ if it didn’t kill him when his son was in pain, this was his baby, always would be, even after Mary got here. The coach came over with the athletic trainer and looks at Nate.

“Winchester, talk to us whats going on? Do you think you can still run or do we need to forfeit your matches?” the coach asked.

Dean looked up at the coach incredulously, seriously considering decking the man right here in front of all these people. “Gary are you serious?!” he snaps. “Can he still run?!” he snarls. “Look at him, he-” he then feels his son’s hand tug at his shirt with the clear manner of ‘shut up dad’. Dean falls silent and looks at Nate.

Castiel was still somewhat seething before he felt the soft words of his husband echo in his mind. His blue eyes cleared up somewhat, no longer focused on the child that had been playing pretty dirty. He nodded his head just a little and he gently squeezed his hand, glancing up at him from under his lashes. Okay… he responded back to him and he turned his gaze back to Nathaniel, cheering softly, still very much into the game. Though the moment he really paid attention, he knew something was wrong. All the alarms were going off in his head, because something was wrong with his child. 

His breath caught and he held it, not allowing himself to breathe as he began to see what had been a quick and strong gait weaken. It had become more pronounced as Nate tried continue moving further. He swallowed, moving closer to the railing while Dean gripped it like it was a lifeline. His eyes focused upon the foot and he wondered to himself if the jackass of a cheating child had fractured something in their boy’s foot. That made the prickling anger return and his lips pursed, but his eyes were worried. When the corner came and he saw Nate lose equilibrium he moved away from Dean quickly, and forced himself to remember that he could not just teleport to the field. People would lose their minds and the truth about their family would be revealed. He couldn’t afford such carelessness, regardless of how quickly he wished to get to his son. He hurried down the side steps and he was making quick hastened steps which turned into a run once Nathaniel passed the strip. He and Dean seemed to make it to Nate at the same time though.  He kneeled beside his husband, his hand reaching up and he touched his cheek, panic stricken. “We’re right here, are you okay?’ he whispered to him, though he already knew the answer. 

He ignored Gary, not even giving him any sort of attention for his was on his child. The touch allowed for Cas to take the edge off of the pain, at least momentarily. He was normally strict about this, Nate getting hurt and having to learn how to deal with the pain as it healed. But he didn’t like seeing him hurting. He continued to smooth his hand over his cheek, practically babying him without meaning to. 

Tuesday, Oct 25. 5:35pm [TAGGED: Nate, Dean, Jo, Cas]

childofellen:

waywardson79:

thechildofthursday:

thursangel:

childofellen:

She looked around at everyone taking everything in. There were people with different colors on and she assumed it was the two teams’ colors. Some were parents and there were even some little kids running around with face paint on. Wow, these people really got into sports. The most she did sports wise was hunt and that was fun as hell, well, until she died. But that was in the past and she was back now so no need to dwindle.

She couldn’t help but let out a girlish squeal when they told her they were expecting and then it sunk in. “Wait… NOt that I’m not happy for you because this is fucking AWESOME!!! But… You’re a guy… and you’re a guy. How does that work?” She was honestly confused by the concept since she hadn’t been here for Nate. But the smile never left her face because she knew what that meant to Dean to have a family of his own after everything she remembered them going through.

She looked around again when everyone hushed and saw the runners lining up and saw Nate was up first. She obviously couldn’t see his wings or else she probably would have done a Cas-like head tilt and would have itched to touch them. But she found herself holding herself as she waiting for the que to start the race. She jumped when the gun went off and she saw Nate take off. She smiled over to Dean and laughed at his cheer and found herself getting excited over this as she gripped the edge of the bleachers in both her hands.

Castiel’s expression was more of less amused as he watched Nathaniel step up to the plate and get into position. He glances up to Dean and he can’t help the small smirk that comes to his lips when he is reminded that this is a big deal for their child. His brows raised slightly and he lowered his lashes so that he was paying attention to the field where the runners were set. “Ohh he’ll live.” he said lightly as he pat Dean’s hand a bit. “It’s all about the end result..” he said and his lips relaxed into one of calm. “This is just one small step to growing up, right?” he asked him, looking up with an inquiring gaze. 

When Dean excitedly tells Jo about the fact they’re expecting, Castiel’s cheeks flush and he ducks his head a little. It wasn’t to say that he was self conscious by any means, but he could imagine that it probably sounded ridiculously strange to her. He was not disappointed by her response in kind. He sits up a bit and shifts so that he is facing her more to speak. He clasps his hands together and looks at them, smiling a bit before looking up at her. “Well, Jo, it’s…ah..” he trailed off, thinking for a moment. “Okay, I’ll explain..just don’t freak out when you hear me in your head, okay?” his expression looked kind of sheepish. He leaned a little closer so the conversation was more between them and not everyone else that surrounded them, even though it was now internal. The more appropriate thing would be that Dean is a man, and I am an angel inhabiting a vessel. his voice is gentle and he smiles a bit. It is possible for an angel to carry a child to term, very much in the same fashion as human females do. As more time passes, the manifestation will be more apparent physically. Towards the last few months however, there is a transference, something like, an orb of light if you will. You might not be able to see it.

“Does that make sense, Jo?” he asked her, speaking out loud now. The gun went off and his attention was drawn away however. His grasp tightened on Dean’s hands and his eyes were focused on them as they ran. “Come on…come on..” his cheers weren’t as loud as his husband’s, but he was just as into the game.

He heard the cheers of his parents, even his mother’s quiet urgings, thank Grandfather for angelic hearing. He pushed his body more. Faster, faster, come on Nate, move! He mentally yelled at himself. Him and his opponents neared the next curve and the kid from their rival school began getting dangerously close to Nathaniel. Nate didn’t notice, he was too focused and suddenly the kid’s foot subtly shot out and nailed Nate on top of his own. So when Nate fell it would look like he’d just tripped, that and it would take Nate out of the running. There were few runners that could match Nate, without his powers. He was simply built for speed. He was lean, muscular, and oddly aerodynamic.

Well the foot made contact and Nate’s eyes widen as he goes flying head first. Instantly his hunting instincts kicks in and his hands shoot out. He pushes himself into a roll and is back on his feet in seconds and already gaining speed. His wings spread and snap back, rocketing him forward. Oh you wanna cheat dickwad? Alright two can play that game… He shoots past the kid, though as he passed him, he made sure the all but knock the kid off his feet with his wings. Making it look like the idiot couldn’t run or even walk properly for that matter.

The marker went down for lap one.

He was in a completely different place as he watched his son running. Keep those wings in check Nate. Don’t. Cheat. He had always preached to Nate the importance of being fair, of holding his powers back. It wasn’t fair for his son to abuse his gifts and abilities to make himself better. He should be better cause he worked hard at it. Sports was on of those many areas where he excelled. His son was just naturally good at everything. Or maybe it was his angelic blood. Who knew. As long as Nate wasn’t abusing his abilities and actually working for the things he accomplished, Dean was okay.

Dean watched as they hit the second curve, eyes widening as that other boy drew closer and closer. “Hey hey HEY!” his voice rose. In a flash Cas was lifted up onto his feet and Dean was up and yelling. “C’MON HOW THE HECK DID YOU NOT SEE THAT?! HE TRIPPED MY KID!” he holds a hand out, pointing. Then he watched Nate reflexively rebound and go running again. “ATTA BOY!” he throws an enthusiastic fist in the air. He then sees the wings snap out and he starts to get worried. Nate, Nate, Nate …careful… Annnnnd the kid gets sent packing into the ground and Dean plants his face into his palm with a groan.

He drags the hand down his face and looks up in time to see lap one get marked.

She looked to Cas and actually blushed a little at her blunder. It was hard thinking of him as anything other than male after seeing him so human like with Dean. “I’m…sorry. I didn’t mean it like that…” She ran a hand through her hair and cleared her throat hoping it would abate some of the awkwardness but then she jumped when he heard his voice inside her head. She was not used to this and honestly it was freaky as hell. But she calmed down as he explained.

When the gun went off, her head turned. She was on the edge of her seat. She didn’t know if she should cheer for him since she hardly knew Nate but then again, Dean was doing enough for all three of them. She had to laugh when she heard his screaming and yelling. Then she saw Nate go down and the other kid’s foot go back into place and she was up too. “Are you that blind, asshat!!” She screamed right alongside Dean. Then she heard “heck” instead of the normal curse word that would be there and she just stopped short and stared at Dean. This was so new to her. She swore if anything else so dramatically different happened, she would need to go to the doctor about whiplash.

She sat back down when the first lap was marked and went back to her previous pose on the edge of her seat with her knuckles white from gripping the metal so tight.

Castiel’s expression softened at Jo’s apology. “No no, you’re fine Jo. There’s hardly anything that offends me.” he said this, amusement showing upon his face now before his attention was drawn away back to the race at hand. His eyes were focused and he watched, leant slightly forward, hands curling into fists. They moved in an up and down motion as he cheered for Nathaniel as he raced against his opponent. He smiled a bit before he began to notice a change in the other teens direction.

 It was hardly noticeable at first, however, being an angel, the slightest tilt was easy to pinpoint. When the foot slammed down upon the Nephilim’s foot his eyes narrowed and his lips tightened into a line. He was on his feet along with Dean. “That son of a bitch..” the curse was hardly heard above the cheering and yells of the crowd around them. But Cas was pissed. No one messed with his child and got away with it. 

He didn’t nearly feel half as bad when Nate gave the boy a taste his own medicine. He silently cheered but at the same time, his expression was stern. It was one of the things he’d learned. It was always best to take the high road and still show up the enemy. Because in the end, it made them feel like a bigger ass and that much more of a loser. But he cheered for Nathaniel nonetheless. Though, when this race was over and they were home, he was definitely going to have a word with him about it. 

Tuesday, Oct 25. 5:35pm [TAGGED: Nate, Dean, Jo, Cas]

childofellen:

waywardson79:

thechildofthursday:

thursangel:

childofellen:

It was rather frustrating sitting in Dean’s old pick up trying to find this damned school. She had a map out and everything but damn this place was hard to find! It felt like she had gone around in circles before she finally saw a sign that mentioned the school. She followed the directions from there and sighed when the building of learning came into view. “Finally,” she said as she then started the fight to find a parking spot.

“Damn… how many people enjoy the view of young boys in short ass shorts around here?” She cracked as she drove around. She finally spotted one and eased the truck in carefully. There was no need to make Dean angry by telling him she dinged his precious truck since the Impala was in garage heaven. She walked up to the gates and paid her way in and stopped for a second to look around. This is what a high school event looked like? She felt a little fidgety with all the people around but she shook it off. There wasn’t anything evil here, Jo, calm down.

She turned to look up in the stands and smiled when she saw Cas in Dean’s lap. Those two, she swore, were rabbits. She shook her head still smirking as she made her way up to them. “Hey guys!” She said as she sat down before spotting the boys. “Wow… I swear sorority girls wear more than that…” She couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “So this is what a high school looks like?” That was when she spotted a parent that had turned and looked at her as if she had two heads. “Hey, turn around. Nothing to see here, Mrs. Kravitz.” She rolled her eyes as she continued to look around.

Castiel was relaxed as they pulled up to the high school. At the question he blinks, snapping out of the slight daze that he’d been put into during the drive. “Hm? Yes.” he nodded his head in agreement. He smiled a little and he pulled off his seatbelt, opening the door and he climbed out. He held onto Dean’s hand when his is grasped, and he walked with him, looking down at the ground, following the trail of their feet upon the grass and the dead leaves. He felt…good, the light chill of the wind wasn’t so bad. It sifted through his hair like a soft caress. Even though it had only been a few days, he could already tell that his body was adjusting and going through changes that were necessary to sustain a new life. He felt very much in tune with everything that was around them. 

The walk to the bleachers wasn’t a very long one, it felt like a rather fast trek even though they moved at an average pace. When they finally found a spot he took a seat only to be pulled onto Dean’s lap. He laughed lightly, a grin tugging at his lips as those strong arms wrapped around his waist. His expression softened and he carefully rest his hands over his husbands, his finger tips easing over the flesh of the tops of his hands. Dean was talking, and his baritone voice, murmured and close to his ear always seemed to make a small shiver trail down his spine. He inhaled slightly, before letting it out slowly and he smiled. “Yea, we’re gonna give them a run for their money.” he commented and he waved. “You can do it Nathaniel! Show them!” he called out, a look of amusement on his face. He did it purely to embarrass the boy, but why not? It was always funny to see his son’s reactions.

He laughed a bit, rubbing Dean’s foreams and he leaned back a bit, looking up at him. “I hope that Jo makes it here safely.” he said and he shifted a bit to make himself a little more comfortable. It seemed though at the mention of the young woman’s name she came into view. He smiled wide and waved her on over. “Jo, We’re glad you could make it.” His brows creased slightly and he looked concerned then. “Was it hard to find the school?” he asked her, tone curious.

When he hears the high pitched whistle that could only belong to his dad, he turns to see him wave. Nate raises a hand and tilts it a bit in a sort of wave like gesture. And let the pre-meet trolling begin. He heaves a sigh and begins to stretch a again, trying to keep his leg muscles loose and warmed up. His coach whistles loudly at the team and they all jog over to their coach and begins to talk. After they separate the man over the loud speaker begins to talk, making announcements and such, calling runners to the track. First up… Nate. He let out a breath and unzipped his jacket, pulling it off and handing it to a teammate. He moved over to the starting line and rolled his neck and shoulder. Cas and Dean would see those wings roll as well, beating softly in preparation.

He stepped up to the line and looked at his competitor. There was that moment, where they locked eyes, as well they could hear each others’ thoughts, a silent smack talk session if you will. Then they get down into their positions, feet placed against the racks. Nate looked ahead of himself now and breathed out slowly. That gun was raised and Nate’s body arched as it was trained to do.

BANG!

He shot his leg back and pushed off, his body shooting forward and he took off into a sprint. He felt each pound of his foot against ground, his muscles tensing and contracting. He centered himself and controlled his breathing, letting it out in controlled huffs through his nose as he ran. He spread out those wings and snapped them back, pushing him forward, but not too much, just enough to give him an edge. Every part of his body began to ignite on fire and warmth blossomed into him as he continued to run. As the hit the curve in the track, his body leaned and contoured to the movement that was demanded of it. He was completely in the zone now.

Nothing evil? Oh sometimes Dean would debate that fact. Some of the kids here were on Dean’s shit list and suspected supernatural nasties. Though Dean was the over protective father, sue him. He smiles up at Jo when she arrives and waves a bit. “Good lord Jo, you forget how to navigate?” he teases with a wide grin. “Yes this is what a high school looks like, they pretty much suck for the most part.” he snickers a bit. “Eh, it’s more aerodynamic.” look at Dean with his big words. He couldn’t help but chuckle at Jo. “Oh man I missed that spunk of yours Jo…” he laughs a bit more. “Take a seat Jo.” he nods and motions for her to sit with them.

He snickers a bit. “Okay hun don’t embarrass poor Nate, not like that… it’s a big meet for him… got a lot riding on his shoulders.” he kisses Cas’s cheek. “Oh hey Jo, I have some awesome news to share with you…” he beams and his hand instantly begin to rub Cas’s stomach. He gives her an ear to ear grin and his face all but lights up. “We’re expecting.” he says in almost a giddy manner. “We’re gonna be having a little girl.” he kisses Cas’s cheek. “And uh… she’s gonna be named Mary Ellen… after my mom and yours… just thought you should know about that…” he says a bit sheepishly.

He then kind of hushes the others as the runners are called up. Dean took ANY sport seriously, even Track and Field. “Look look Nate’s up first.” he grins widely, just like the proud father he was. He watches Nate closely. “Damn he’s got good form….” he said lowly. Then the gun fires and he watches Nate take off. “C’MON NATE GO! SMOKE THEM!” he yells out, voice booming. He really got in to it. Just wait till they get close to the finish line on the final lap. Dean will be up and pacing.

She looked around at everyone taking everything in. There were people with different colors on and she assumed it was the two teams’ colors. Some were parents and there were even some little kids running around with face paint on. Wow, these people really got into sports. The most she did sports wise was hunt and that was fun as hell, well, until she died. But that was in the past and she was back now so no need to dwindle.

She couldn’t help but let out a girlish squeal when they told her they were expecting and then it sunk in. “Wait… NOt that I’m not happy for you because this is fucking AWESOME!!! But… You’re a guy… and you’re a guy. How does that work?” She was honestly confused by the concept since she hadn’t been here for Nate. But the smile never left her face because she knew what that meant to Dean to have a family of his own after everything she remembered them going through.

She looked around again when everyone hushed and saw the runners lining up and saw Nate was up first. She obviously couldn’t see his wings or else she probably would have done a Cas-like head tilt and would have itched to touch them. But she found herself holding herself as she waiting for the que to start the race. She jumped when the gun went off and she saw Nate take off. She smiled over to Dean and laughed at his cheer and found herself getting excited over this as she gripped the edge of the bleachers in both her hands.

Castiel’s expression was more of less amused as he watched Nathaniel step up to the plate and get into position. He glances up to Dean and he can’t help the small smirk that comes to his lips when he is reminded that this is a big deal for their child. His brows raised slightly and he lowered his lashes so that he was paying attention to the field where the runners were set. “Ohh he’ll live.” he said lightly as he pat Dean’s hand a bit. “It’s all about the end result..” he said and his lips relaxed into one of calm. “This is just one small step to growing up, right?” he asked him, looking up with an inquiring gaze. 

When Dean excitedly tells Jo about the fact they’re expecting, Castiel’s cheeks flush and he ducks his head a little. It wasn’t to say that he was self conscious by any means, but he could imagine that it probably sounded ridiculously strange to her. He was not disappointed by her response in kind. He sits up a bit and shifts so that he is facing her more to speak. He clasps his hands together and looks at them, smiling a bit before looking up at her. “Well, Jo, it’s…ah..” he trailed off, thinking for a moment. “Okay, I’ll explain..just don’t freak out when you hear me in your head, okay?” his expression looked kind of sheepish. He leaned a little closer so the conversation was more between them and not everyone else that surrounded them, even though it was now internal. The more appropriate thing would be that Dean is a man, and I am an angel inhabiting a vessel. his voice is gentle and he smiles a bit. It is possible for an angel to carry a child to term, very much in the same fashion as human females do. As more time passes, the manifestation will be more apparent physically. Towards the last few months however, there is a transference, something like, an orb of light if you will. You might not be able to see it.

“Does that make sense, Jo?” he asked her, speaking out loud now. The gun went off and his attention was drawn away however. His grasp tightened on Dean’s hands and his eyes were focused on them as they ran. “Come on…come on..” his cheers weren’t as loud as his husbands, but he was just as into the game.

Tuesday, Oct. 18 2:30am

waywardson79:

thursangel:

He knew the threat that the dream represented could very well be real, a telling of what was to come in the future. He wouldn’t be surprised if the reason Dean was having the dream was attributed to the fact that his grace was almost nearly wrapped around him at every turn. Perhaps the dream had been meant for Castiel’s eyes, and instead it transferred to the mind of his husband. He did not mention this however, he didn’t want to put anymore undue stress on him. There was still the possibility of it just being nothing more than a dream.  A really, really, intense dream that seemed far too real. As Dean began to speak of his concerns Cas’s brows furrowed slightly, listening carefully.

Dean was smart to think about it in that aspect, because it was true. Nathaniel was trusting. He’d been raised to be. Sure, he knew of the things that went bump in the night, but he’d learned that not every thing was black and white as many people made it. There were shades of gray, and a lot of it. “Dean…” he whispered, holding onto him, his wing shifting around him, the sound of feathers cutting through the air sounded. “Don’t talk like that…you’re not damaged..” he muttered. He slowly pushed Dean to lay back down and he held onto him,  still rubbing his bicep as a means to help calm him down. “We’ll just keep a firmer eye on him, to make sure it doesn’t happen..” he says softly.

He laid back in the bed at Cas’s gentle coaxing and curled into Cas. “The figure looked like a woman Cas… a woman. In the flames Cas.” he whimpered. “You know what that sounds like… And you know who he followed at the heel…” he closed his eyes. He was talking about Sam and Ruby. Sam was duped into believing Ruby was really good and had his best interest at heart and wanted to help him for the right reasons. Dean feared some seductress would come along, do the same song and dance, and lead their son down a dangerous path. It literally made his heart hurt to think about it.

“I can’t watch him forever Cas… he’s about to graduate and leave for college… I…” he curled into his husband more. “I don’t know what to do Cas… I mean this dream… this nightmare… it’s hard to just overlook…” he frowns deeply then buries his face in the angel’s neck. “I just can’t cope with the idea of some one taking our son from us….” he shudders. “Not like that… not like Sam.”

Castiel’s brows furrowed slightly as he nodded his head, holding onto him and he rest his head on his chest, listening to his husbands heart beat. He brought his hand up to gently run through his hair, trying to calm him down. “I know..” he whispered softly. It was eerily familiar, but he tried to look at it another way too, despite the blaring truth that they both could see. “We can have a talk with Nathaniel about this…” he said slowly. “Tell him to be careful…” He would hate to see something horrible happen to their child, and he knows that Dean would be devastated if it did. It would become a repeat of history.

“He won’t make the same mistakes that we did, that Sam did..” he said softly. “And even if he ends up doing so…someone will be able to pull him out of it, if not us.” He tried to reassure him. 

Tuesday, Oct. 18 2:30am

waywardson79:

thursangel:

Castiel was silent as he continued to rub his back, trying to comfort the obviously distressed man. His hand slid up to gently run through his hair, rubbing slowly, nails lightly dragging over his scalp. “It’s okay Dean, I know…” he whispered in reference to the apology that was whispered against his throat. He rocked him back and forth slowly, finding that the motion always seemed to have a positive effect when one was held in such a way. He bowed his head a little to kiss the top of his head. “It’s alright.” He muttered to him in a soft tone. When he was given the permission to look into his mind he did. And what he saw made him worry. There were so many scenarios that could unfold from them, and the fact that it had Dean shuddering and clinging to him like this definitely meant something to him. But as he was reminded, a dream was a dream, and most, from his understanding were brought about from things that the mind could not process during the waking hours. A way for the subconscious to bring those little itches and tidbits to the forefront of the mind to be deal with. He heard the whimper escape and he held him tighter to him, placing another kiss atop his head.

“Dean, it’s okay..” he whispered. “It’s…hey, let’s look at it positively right?” he asked him. “We both know that Nathaniel is going to be graduating soon, and, eventually he’ll be moving out on his own, he’s growing up…” he explained. “I’m scared too…that’s our little miracle…a baby bird to soon leave the nest…” he tried to soothe him. 

“C-Cas I’m scared of that t-too… but the feeling I got… I…” he shudders. “It… it felt real like I could feel those eyes looking straight through me… like I wasn’t even there.” he pulls back a bit. “Hon…. this… this means something… Something bad is coming.” he whispers. He knew it. He knew who and what they all were wouldn’t stayed buried and gone forever. He knew that their happy little apple pie life might get disrupted one day. Something was coming. Something that would shake this family, ALL of it.

He sat back. “Cas… Nate has followed his Uncle at the heels and I’m not saying he isn’t a good person, hell I am damn proud of the man my little brother has become… but… you know his past…” he murmurs. “You know where that trusting nature got him…” he rubs his face. “Nate is the same damn way… that boy wants to trust everyone, believe there is something in them worth trusting… he isn’t paranoid or damaged like I am…” he lets out a shuddered sighs. He then sags into his husband and closes his eyes, arms circling around the angel.

He knew the threat that the dream represented could very well be real, a telling of what was to come in the future. He wouldn’t be surprised if the reason Dean was having the dream was attributed to the fact that his grace was almost nearly wrapped around him at every turn. Perhaps the dream had been meant for Castiel’s eyes, and instead it transferred to the mind of his husband. He did not mention this however, he didn’t want to put anymore undue stress on him. There was still the possibility of it just being nothing more than a dream.  A really, really, intense dream that seemed far too real. As Dean began to speak of his concerns Cas’s brows furrowed slightly, listening carefully.

Dean was smart to think about it in that aspect, because it was true. Nathaniel was trusting,. He’d been raised to be. Sure, he knew of the things that went bump in the night, but he’d learned that not every thing was black and white as many people made it. There were shades of gray, and a lot of it. “Dean…” he whispered, holding onto him, his wing shifting around him, the sound of feathers cutting through the air sounded. “Don’t talk like that…you’re not damaged..” he muttered. He slowly pushed Dean to lay back down and he held onto him,  still rubbing his bicep as a means to help calm him down. “We’ll just keep a firmer eye on him, to make sure it doesn’t happen..” he says softly.

Tuesday, Oct. 18 2:30am

waywardson79:

thursangel:

Castiel had been pleasantly sleeping next to his husband. That is, well, until Dean began tossing and turning in the sheets. The strong leg jolted against him and his lids fluttered open, grogginess controlling his motions as he began to slowly wake. He looked as though he didn’t quite understand what was going on. It was one of the side effects of being on Earth for such a long period of time. So when he’d wake up, there were times where he was confused, and sometimes, it just honestly took a little longer for him to process things. But when he saw the look on his face he immediately sat up, adrenaline popped into his veins and he leaned down, trying to ground the man into the bed so he wouldn’t harm himself in the throws of his nightmare.

“Dean…Dean, honey…’ his voice was gentle, soft, but with each passing moment he rose his tone. He needed to wake up. He shook him a little, his hand patting at his cheek, soft slaps. “Dean.” He said a little more clearly. Nathaniel! The yell rung in the otherwise quiet room. Dean was waking and when he jolts up, the hand that was outstretched hit his throat. It was pure accident, Cas was hardly harmed by it, but it didn’t stop the alarm that showed in his features. He was more concerned about Dean than a little throat grab. “You were dreaming, Dean..” he said slowly as he slowly sat beside him now wrapping his arm around him. The concern was shining in his blue irises, and he carefully began to rub his back.

“Nathaniel’s alright..” he whispered. He even spread out his awareness just in case, to make sure that his statement was true. He could feel the normally budding energy of their child settled, at ease. Sleep. Just like they should still be doing. His wing stretched silently and wrapped around him, a protective shield of sorts. Warmth. “Honey…do you…want to talk about it?” he asked him slowly. He wouldn’t pry into Dean’s mind without permission, for his husbands thoughts were his own. Unless he was projecting, then it was free game. His fingertips lightly massaged the top of his bicep, trying to calm him.

He yelped when he found his hand wrapped around his husband’s throat, guilt cutting into him. When Cas pulled him close he clung to him, trembling. “I’m sorry… fuck Cas I’m so sorry…” he whispered feverishly and turned to kiss at his husband’s throat. He then let out a shuddering sigh and buried his face against the angel’s neck. “Oh g-god Cas….” he whimpers. “It was…. fuck I can’t…” he shuts his eyes tightly. “Just go ahead and look….” he murmurs. He couldn’t talk about it. A nightmare so simple, and yet it screwed with Dean so much to the point that he couldn’t talk about it.

As simple as it was, it could mean a million different things to Dean in reference to his son. The fire, the shadowy figure, how Nate didn’t seem at all phased and frightened. Hell, he looked almost welcoming to it all. It struck Dean down to his very core. The fire could represent so much, Hell, demons, A LITERAL FIRE. And the figure? Oh it meant on very clear thing. Some one was going to try and take his son away from him. Seduce him and lead him away, down a dark path that Dean may not be able to pull his son from. 

Dean sniffled a bit and clung tighter to the angel, a small whimper drawing from him as he fought tears.

Castiel was silent as he continued to rub his back, trying to comfort the obviously distressed man. His hand slid up to gently run through his hair, rubbing slowly, nails lightly dragging over his scalp. “It’s okay Dean, I know…” he whispered in reference to the apology that was whispered against his throat. He rocked him back and forth slowly, finding that the motion always seemed to have a positive effect when one was held in such a way. He bowed his head a little to kiss the top of his head. “It’s alright.” He muttered to him in a soft tone. When he was given the permission to look into his mind he did. And what he saw made him worry. There were so many scenarios that could unfold from them, and the fact that it had Dean shuddering and clinging to him like this definitely meant something to him. But as he was reminded, a dream was a dream, and most, from his understanding were brought about from things that the mind could not process during the waking hours. A way for the subconscious to bring those little itches and tidbits to the forefront of the mind to be deal with. He heard the whimper escape and he held him tighter to him, placing another kiss atop his head.

“Dean, it’s okay..” he whispered. “It’s…hey, let’s look at it positively right?” he asked him. “We both know that Nathaniel is going to be graduating soon, and, eventually he’ll be moving out on his own, he’s growing up…” he explained. “I’m scared too…that’s our little miracle…a baby bird to soon leave the nest…” he tried to soothe him. 

Tuesday, Oct. 18 2:30am

waywardson79:

He was caught in the throes of a nightmare, the first he’d really had in years, causing him to toss and turn violently in bed. This wasn’t his regular nightmare. No. He wasn’t in Hell, mom wasn’t dying, Cas wasn’t dead, Sam wasn’t in danger…. It was Nate. Nate was just standing there near the old oak tree in their yard, Dean was confused. ‘Nate, what are you doing outside this late?’ he asked his son as he approached him. Nate turned to look at Dean, a distant look on his face. ‘Nate seriously, come back inside.’ he half demanded of the boy.

Nate turned to fully face Dean, taking a step. Then Dean saw fire, it shot up, licking at his skin. He jumped back, the fire separating him from his son. ‘NATE!’ he called out, reaching out his hand. The fire quickly traveled towards to Nate, encircling him. Nate just stood there, looking at his father, unafraid. Almost like he welcomed the violent flames. A shadowy figure stepped up behind Nate, arms slowly winding around him.

Dean’s eyes widen. ‘Nate move right now! That is an ORDER!’ he snapped. He tried to take a step towards Nate, but the flames rose to push him back. One of the hands trailed down Nate’s arm and took his hand. The figure soon led him away, Nate went along willingly.

“NATHANIEL!” he screams out. He jolts awake, sitting up quickly, arm shooting out. He sat in the dark, panting. His heart was racing and his breathing erratic, covered in a cold sweat. He hunches forward in bed, face in hands. What the fuck was that? What the fuck just happened? That was the most bizarre dream he’d had in years, it made no sense.

Castiel had been pleasantly sleeping next to his husband. That is, well, until Dean began tossing and turning in the sheets. The strong leg jolted against him and his lids fluttered open, grogginess controlling his motions as he began to slowly wake. He looked as though he didn’t quite understand what was going on. It was one of the side effects of being on Earth for such a long period of time. So when he’d wake up, there were times where he was confused, and sometimes, it just honestly took a little longer for him to process things. But when he saw the look on his face he immediately sat up, adrenaline popped into his veins and he leaned down, trying to ground the man into the bed so he wouldn’t harm himself in the throws of his nightmare.

“Dean…Dean, honey…’ his voice was gentle, soft, but with each passing moment he rose his tone. He needed to wake up. He shook him a little, his hand patting at his cheek, soft slaps. “Dean.” He said a little more clearly. Nathaniel! The yell rung in the otherwise quiet room. Dean was waking and when he jolts up, the hand that was outstretched hit his throat. It was pure accident, Cas was hardly harmed by it, but it didn’t stop the alarm that showed in his features. He was more concerned about Dean than a little throat grab. “You were dreaming, Dean..” he said slowly as he slowly sat beside him now wrapping his arm around him. The concern was shining in his blue irises, and he carefully began to rub his back.

“Nathaniel’s alright..” he whispered. He even spread out his awareness just in case, to make sure that his statement was true. He could feel the normally budding energy of their child settled, at ease. Sleep. Just like they should still be doing. His wing stretched silently and wrapped around him, a protective shield of sorts. Warmth. “Honey…do you…want to talk about it?” he asked him slowly. He wouldn’t pry into Dean’s mind without permission, for his husbands thoughts were his own. Unless he was projecting, then it was free game. His fingertips lightly massaged the top of his bicep, trying to calm him.