Oneshots

Lava (Supernatural)

"Dad! Dad, can you come play the ground is lava with us?"

Castiel looked up from his book. His youngest son, Henry, was standing in front of him. Henry was 4 years old. Dean and Castiel had named him after Dean's grandfather.

"The ground is what?" Said Cas, frowning.

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Dean finished plating up his homemade burgers and smiled at them proudly.

"Awesome." He said.

He walked into the lounge and smiled, watching his husband and two children playing a game together.

"Alright everyone, dinner is served." He announced.

Henry and Ben leapt off the couches and ran into the dining room, laughing gleefully.

"You coming, Cas?" Dean asked his husband, who hadn't moved from his place on the couch. "You know, you're not really supposed to stand on furniture."

Cas looked up at him, his face completely serious. Dean blinked and frowned. "You okay?" He asked.

"I can't move, Dean." Cas said, his voice grim.

"What? Why not?" Dean said, confused.

"The ground. It's lava."