Title: Daddys’ Daughter
Author: imaginesupernaturally
Word Count: 661
Trigger Warnings: Fluff?
Fic:
Leaves that outstretched from the bush prodded at the angel’s skin viciously as if taunting him for being an overbearing parent. Every time the brown twigs would attack him, he could only imagine how the boy’s fingers were trailing across his daughter’s arms, just trying to reach for her- oh, Father.
“Dean, I cannot just sit here and allow her to be the victim,” Castiel grumbled as his legs began to out stretch themselves in order to stand. He caught a glimpse of her sitting in the passenger seat and the perpetrator in the driver’s, probably planning on how to take advantage, or at least that was what Castiel thought. The boy’s car was parked in a drive-in, similar to what had been around in the fifties yet it had a younger vibe due to the amount of phones illuminating through every vehicle in the lot.
Dean lunged for Castiel’s hand and yanked him back down to crouch behind the thick foliage in order to preserve her date. The angel’s body collapsed back onto the ground as he shot daggers at his lover’s green eyes. “Cas, baby, it’s okay. You have to trust her, okay? Mary is a Winchester- correction. She’s a female Winchester. There’s no tougher kind, so if he tries to lay a hand on her, we’ll have a body to hide,” His hand glided across Castiel’s upper arm in comfort as his lowered it down to grab his hand. Dean’s fingers delved into Castiel’s hands, yet the angel didn’t return any amount of pressure back, leaving Dean defeated. Castiel elongated his neck and glared through the back windshield in hopes to find a reason to stop the date. He didn’t expect to be this worrisome. Hell, he’s an angel. He could launch the boy into the sun if he wanted to, but Mary was his world and he couldn’t allow someone to corrupt and pollute her. Dean had been surprisingly calm about the whole situation because he spoke of something called “parental trust”. The angel had known nothing of this for he felt as though his father left him long ago, yet Dean had learned this lesson by raising Sam.
Castiel lowered his body back down, turned his head towards Dean and gazed into his hypnotizing eyes. A sigh flew from his lips as he sat down and leaned against Dean’s chest as the hunter entangled his arms around the angel’s warm body. Castiel could feel Dean’s scruff against his forehead which comforted him slightly. “I just don’t want her to grow up, Dean. Right now she’s on her first date and before you know it, she’ll be getting married and moving out. I don’t want to let go,”
“Baby, you don’t have to let go. She’ll always be our little girl. She’ll always come running to me whenever she doesn’t know which band t-shirt to wear and she’ll run to you whenever she can’t find her favorite pair of jeans. She’ll always need us whether she likes it or not. And I’ll always need you whether I like it or not. I love you,” Dean craned his head closer to Castiel’s, breathing in his scent.
The angel’s eyes shut for a moment in relaxation then snapped back open to reveal and calmed looked. Moving his head closer, he allowed his lips to mix with Dean’s lovingly as if it were their wedding day all over again. “I love you, too,” He muttered as a group of kids waltzed by the bushes, scrunching their eyebrows in confusion at the two men cuddling together on dirt behind a bush. Dean shot his head over the glare at the teens.
“What, you never seen two men kiss before?” He yelled as they darted away back towards the parking lot, leaving Castiel giggling. “What?”
“I’ve never seen two men kiss either,” Castiel explained. “So, maybe it’s time we revisit the idea of installing a mirror on the ceiling above the bed,”
