One-shots

Be Like Him

Fandom:
Supernatural

Disclaimer:
I don't own Supernatural.

Summary:
This is set in an AU, where they don't become hunters and have normal everyday jobs. Sam's a lawyer, Castiel's a teacher, and Dean's a mechanic who teaches self-defense as a side-job. Their Mother is still dead, and John was still an abusive asshole towards Dean, however, he is dead. Thank God. Also, this features Husband!Cas and Husband!Dean.

Notes:
This is my Christmas gift for Coolio, but I'm literally starting it now. It's been like two weeks since Christmas.
There may be triggering content. I do write a homophobic speech that hurt to write, but John's an asshole.

*This was proof read halfway.

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Dean stared at himself in the mirror, his dark hair sticking to his forehead from the blood leaking out. He didn't know how he was going to cover this up, how he was going to cover up the bruises that littered his body. His Daddy had pushed him down the stairs, Dean forgot to take the trash out.

Sammy had asked him what happened, Dean just ruffled his hair and offered his baby brother a smile, telling him that he had tripped over a toy, fell down the stairs, but that he was okay.

Dean feared that he would have to be pulled out of school again for being "sick." It was John's go-to excuse. They were both warned, though, that too many excuses would result in a surprise home visit. Dean didn't care if he was removed from the home, but he didn't want to risk losing Sammy.

His Daddy came up behind him, placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, pressing down on a large bruise, and he squeezed tightly. Dean cried out, begging his Father to let him go, trying to push his hand away-

Dean gasped awake, grabbing the hand that was on his body. It took him a second to realize that it was Castiel's hand, barely any callouses on his fingers. Dean released his tight grip, and laced his fingers through his husband's. "I'm sorry,"

Castiel kissed his forehead gently, "It's okay." Castiel pulled away, stroking the back of Dean's hand with his thumb. "I was trying to wake you up, you slept through the alarm."

Dean let his back collapse against the mattress, groaning. "Fuckin' Mondays."

"Alright, Garfield, time to get up." Castiel pulled Dean's hand, getting the larger man to sit up. Dean mumbled something under his breath, but he slid off the bed, his feet hitting the cold hardwood flooring.

Dean stretched, his body aching from his sleep. He could hear Castiel calling him old, and then reminding him about how far away his birthday was. Dean was three years older than his husband, and Cas liked to make that a point by calling him an old man whenever he got the chance.

"Your birthday's next week," Dean couldn't help the smile. "You're gonna be forty-two, can you believe it?"

Dean smirked at him, "I can't wait until you finally turn forty," He laughed when Castiel replied with never. "The day will come, and I will laugh because all this time, you've been calling me old. Sorry to say, Babe, but once you're forty, you're old."

"You sound like those teenagers four houses down,"

"Hello," Dean said in a sing-song voice. "I am a teenager,"

"Hello," Castiel said back, mocking him. "No, you're not. Now, get dressed! You have a shift at the mechanic shop at seven, and Bobby will kill you dead if you're not there by seven."

"I own half the company, he can't kill me. I don't have a will, so my half goes to whoever."

Castiel didn't know whether or not that was true, so he didn't press on it. Instead, he told Dean that he was going to make breakfast. Dean requested Lucky Charms, really the only actual breakfast food he would eat.