Our Little Angel (Destiel)

//9

Dean walked around the house, his hands shoved casually in his pockets as he examined the place. Claire hadn't seemed to notice her father left and was still upstairs in her room.

He wasn't really a 'babysitting' type of person, he only had experiences with children when they were involved in a case. So the decision to offer to babysit Claire was kind of spontaneou.

But maybe he could earn Cas's trust little by little again. He already entrusted Dean to watch over her, even if for a little while, so how bad could this be?

"Mister Dean?" Claire's little voice piped up from the top of the steps. She was clutching a stuffed bear, and dressed in a cute light blue dress.

Dean turned his head towards her and shot her a small smile. "Hey there kiddo."

She walked down the stairs and then trotted towards Dean. She glanced around the room. "Where's papa?"

"Papa had some business to take care of."

She tilted her head ever so slightly. "So he left us on a play date?"

"Um...." Dean didn't know what to say to that. "Sure."

Claire smiled brightly like she's been told that they were going to Disney World. The blonde girl padded over to the couch and plopped on it, patting the space next to her. "Sit." Dean opened his mouth to say something when Claire added, "please sit, I mean."

Yup, she was Cas's. Perfectly mannered child at four years old. Dean perched down next to her. "You're very polite, you know that?"

Claire nodded heartily. "Yes, papa says to always use your manners because it's polite, too. Did he teach you that?" the girl asked. Dean glanced over at her. He wanted to ignore her in hopes that she would go away, that he wouldn't become attached, but she was looking at him earnestly, waiting for his answer.

"Well, my parents actually taught me my manners." Technically his mother was the one who taught him every-day etiquette, but it was when he and Sam were very young. After Mary Winchester died, John Winchester was barely around to teach his sons proper manners. But Claire didn't need to know that.

"Did you have two papas too? Papa won't tell me anything about my other papa. He always changes what we're talking about. Do you know anything about my other papa Mister Dean?" Claire asked, kicking her legs back and forth.

Dean was a little taken aback by what she said. Two papas? What did that mean? Maybe Cas had gotten together with someone else. Dean sighed. He wanted Cas to be happy, but it didn't mean he was okay with someone taking the man he loved.

"Are you tired again mister Dean? You can sleep in my papas bed, it's big enough for you. Don't go in his sock drawer, though. He 'forbids' me to go in it, whatever that means." Claire rolled her eyes, which Dean couldn't help but laugh at. She reminded him of Sam on some level.

"What's in the sock drawer?"

"I don't know, I'm too short to snoop in it." Claire leaned her body over a little towards the coffee table, reaching her hand out for something. When she didn't attain it, she huffed and jumped off the couch. She snatched the remote from the coffee table, which Dean just registered was there.

"Hey mister Dean, do you like Sofia the First?" Claire asked as she turned on the remote. Dean tried not to look surprised that she could turn on a TV. "Um what's that?"