Father's Day (Destiel)

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Father's Day 2016

"Dean?"

"Yeah, Cas?"

"What do you think about children?"

"They are the young version of humans, dear."

The two hunters were snuggled together on the worn couch in the bunker, watching Dr. Sexy re-runs from underneath Dean's Batman blanket. It was one o'clock in the morning and they were both too tired to sleep, adrenalin still coursing through their veins after a quick slice and split vamp job that had finished but a few hours earlier.

Sam was already hibernating in his room, researching the next case, but he'd been quiet all day. 'I'm fine, Dean. Just remembering stuff.' But it was a Winchester trait, ignoring all human emotion, and Dean knew not to push it.

Father's Day was a strange concept for all three inhabitants of the bunker: Cas had grown up with God as an absentee father, Sam and Dean either didn't see their Dad on the day, or treated like any other, as far as John was concerned it was just a money-making scheme devised by card-companies.

However, it was still in the back of their minds, Cas' more than the others. Since he and Dean had accepted that they had feelings, and for each other, Castiel had been wondering which elements of a relationship they would be participating in.

So far, they had moved Cas' few possessions into Dean's bedroom, his things fitted neatly into the order of Dean's space, and they carried on as normal. Cas had borrowed Dean's t-shirts to sleep in when he decided that he wanted to experience sleeping again, and they carried on as normal. They held hands on stakeouts when it was particularly cold, or whenever they felt like it really, and they carried on as normal. It was a mutual decision to hold off from the more sexual intricacies of partnership, neither felt that they needed it at the moment; they were content to just be together.

Everything changed, but nothing really did. Up was still up, and down was still down. The Earth didn't stop turning. Lucifer didn't burst out of their celebratory piñata when Sam was finally let in on the secret (which lasted all of four days, because he found them having a nap in the Impala where Dean was resting his head on Cas' heart).

Now, Cas threw an unamused but undeniably loving look towards the sleepy, smirking hunter next to him.

"Seriously, Dean. I know that you have an affinity with children, do you think that you will ever want some of your own?"

"I dunno. S'pose I wrote the idea off when I was younger 'cos I knew that I'd make a crap dad, and I never stuck around long enough. But you've brought out the good in me, so. Y'know, I guess I'd be okay with having a sprog or two about the place."

"I understood a liquid 13% of that."

"Sorry Cas. I meant, yeah. I think that I'd like kids, especially with you."

"Uh, I do not wish to alarm you, Dean, but we do not have the necessary anatomical parts to procreate together."

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock. We could adopt?"

"Really? My status as a non-human would not pose a problem in the application process?"

"Honey, I've been dead for a few years. We'll just lie."

"Why would we lie?"

"Because that's how you become President."

"I was not aware that that was our goal."

"Cas, I love you, but shut up. We'll talk about this in the morning when we're both awake. Get some sleep now."

"Okay, I love you too. Sweet dreams."

"Sleep tight."