Supernatural DDLB Oneshots

Moose Eyes and Pouty Lips

Papa: Dean

Daddy: Castiel

Little: Sam

"I played him like a fiddle."

Everyone's heard the saying. Maybe even experienced it. However not everyone can do it over and over again to the same person, but Sam can...

"Daddy, can I has a cookie?"

"Papa said you didn't need anymore," Cas reminded the boy.

"Yeah, but I's just wan one... Pwease, Daddy," he looked at Cas with his honey brown eyes, a pout forming on his face. "Pweeeeeeeeeease." 

Cas couldn't say no to that face, "Fine, but only one."

"Sammy, time for a bath," Cas called from the bunker's back porch. Sam was on the swing set, and fair amount of dirt covering his clothes.

"I wanna pway more," he whined.

"Sam, Papa is about to be back from the library and dinner is almost ready. Please come take a bath," Cas made his way to the slide, where Sam was stationed at the top.

"No wanna," Sam's lips formed a pout. "Me pway a wittle longer?"

"Fine," Cas gave in. "But only ten more minutes, okay?"

"YAY!"

"Goodnight, Sammy," Cas kissed his boy's forehead. "Sweet dreams."

"Daddy," he reached out for Cas. "Wan another 'tory."

"I already read you one."

"Yeah, but I wan another one," Sam gave him the look.

"Okay," Cas grabbed another book. "But one, maybe two more."

See, Sam had Cas right where he wanted him. Did he get away with everything with that look? No. Did he get everything he wanted with it? No. But most things? Yes... And he rarely used the look on Dean, knowing his Papa wasn't that easily swayed. He only gave him the look when it was something he absolutely had to have, like right now.

"Papa, we goin' to da store?" Sam asked from the back seat of the Impala.

"We sure are, bubs," Dean replied, turning on his blinker. Shortly after they were parked and getting out.

"I's get a new stuffy?"

"What about Bee-B?" Cas asked, thinking of Sam's favorite stuffed animal. It was, as the name suggests, a bee stuffy the boy had gotten three birthday's ago.

"Yeah, him's needs a new friend," the boy exclaimed, ready to take off in the direction of the toy aisle. But Dean quickly grabbed his hand.

"You have plenty of stuffies, bubs," Dean said. "You don't need another."

"But-"

"No buts," Dean tutted, leading the three through the store.

***

"Is that everything?" Cas questioned, pushing the cart.

"I think so," Dean nodded. They were headed to the check out, when Dean made a huge mistake...going through the toys. Sam glanced around at the options, spotting a specific stuffy: a blue elephant. She would be a good friend for Bee-B! 

With the target in sight, he turned to Dean.

"Papa," he mumbled.

"What's up, bubs?" Dean looked at the boy.

"I's want it," Sam beat around the bush, warming up to the proposal.

"Want what?" He questioned, drawing a blank.

"Her," Sam pointed at the elephant. "Pwease."

"Sammy, baby, we already talked about this."

"Pwease?"

"Sam," Dean started sternly. "I-"

"Pwease?" Sam's bottom lip jetted out, slightly wobbling. His doe eyes meeting Dean's.

"I- sure," Dean caved, grabbing the stuffed animal and handing it to the boy.

"Yay," Sam exclaimed, hugging the elephant, who he quickly named Ella, to his chest.

***

After paying, the three made their way back to Baby. Sam walking in front of his daddies, Ella securely in his arms. Cas wore a smirk and knowing look on his face, making Dean's eyebrows furrow as he glanced at him.

"What's that look for?" Dean questioned.

"Oh, nothing," Cas dismissed, mumbling after. "Just the fact that you got played."

"What do you mean?"

"He gave you the look," Cas smirked.

"No he-"

"The pout. Glossy eyes. Yeah, he definitely did."

Dean's jaw dropped, "H-he did..."

"He played you," Cas chuckled, buckling Sam in after.

"Like a damn fiddle," Dean muttered, shaking his head. He couldn't help the smile that spread on his face though.

Damn, third update of the day. Two on my other story, and now this one. We love productivity!

How's everyone doing? 

Sorry this one is kinda short. It's still cute! And I realized I missed the 4th... Oops, my bad. So, Happy (late) Independence Day, Fourth of July, America Day- whatever else you wanna call it. Yay, go America, another year of independence, while everything else is going down the drain! Woohoo, patriotism! Yahoo, whatever the fuck else. 

Anyways, hope everyone's having a great day, night, or whatever it is! Love you guys.

This weeks advice:

Don't let someone else rain on your parade! If you're happy and being real to yourself, then everybody else can fuck off. Cuz at the end of the day, you have to live your life- nobody else. So be real babes!

- Your local badass