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cloudy_ficTitle: An Important Talk
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: SPN
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1000+
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: None
Summary: Dean doesn't get the big deal about sleeping over.
Author's Notes: Part of the Ethan!Verse. Some people, including my own dear sister, requested another story in this world, so I wrote this wee ficlet. Enjoy!
"Do we really have to do this?"
"Yes, Dean," Castiel says sternly. "It's important that Ethan understands each step of our relationship."
"I'm not saying I should just show up with a suitcase, but do we have to be all formal? It's weird. You're going to make him feel weird about it," Dean complains.
"The only person who feels weird about this is you," Castiel retorts.
"I just never had to go through so much trouble to spend the night with someone. Congress is more efficient than this."
"Dean-"
The sound of a rattling doorknob breaks into their conversation and as one, they turn to face the front door, both plastering welcoming smiles on their faces. Side by side on the couch, Castiel's arm along the top of the couch behind Dean's head, they present a united front. And apparently a terrifying image because the look on Sam's face when he gets the door fully open is hilariously disturbed. Dean doesn't blame him. They probably look like the Stepford Gays.
"Uh, hey guys," Sam says. "What's going on?"
"Daddy!"
Ethan barrrels into the living room from behind Sam, holding up a painting. "Look..." He stops short and frowns at them. "What's going on?"
"We'd like to talk to you," Castiel says pleasantly.
"You're not in trouble," Dean adds because he knows how kids think. Ethan sags with relief.
"No, of course not. Sam, thank you for collecting Ethan from school," Castiel says, nodding to Sam.
A clear dismissal. Thank God. This is bad enough without Sam seeing the whole awkward mess. He already gets enough joy from making fun of the excruciating pace Castiel set for their relationship. Dean thought for sure he'd get to the really good parts with Castiel right away. But no. Castiel quickly decided he needed to be cautious. Because he could fall in love with Dean and blah blah, it's sweet or whatever, but Dean never suffered such a terrible case of blue balls in his life. They didn't get past making out for nearly three months and not past oral sex for six. It's only been the last three weeks that they've actually been fucking. Which was totally worth the wait, but whatever. Dean maintains he knew they'd still be together regardless of when they started screwing.
And now they're moving up to spending the night. Actually sleeping together and not just having sex in Dean's house on dates which always end before Ethan goes to bed.
Hence the committee meeting.
"You're welcome. I'll just...let you do whatever this is. See you, Ethan."
"Bye, Sam," Ethan says, reaching up to hug Sam around the waist.
After he's gone, Ethan turns suspicious eyes on Castiel and crosses his arms over his chest.
"What's this about, Daddy?"
Dean bites the inside of his mouth. When Ethan takes that serious no-nonsense tone so similar to Castiel's, Dean can barely keep from cracking up. The kid's like a more devious copy of his father.
"I wanted to talk to you about a new development in my relationship with Dean."
Ethan's eyes brighten. "Are you getting married?"
"You'd think," Dean says unhelpfully. Castiel glares at him. He's probably not getting laid tonight now. Although after this complete romance killer, Dean probably won't care.
"No, but I invited Dean to stay the night here with me. I wanted to make sure you were comfortable with that," Castiel says.
It's only chance that Dean's eyes flick down to Castiel's hands when he clasps them together. Not unusual. Castiel always folds his hands in his lap when he's talking about serious matters. But they don't always tremble. Dean catches a short and very unusual waver right before Castiel's hands settle. He looks up at Castiel's eyes. Intense as usual, but with an emotion Dean doesn't very often see there.
Anxiety.
"Because if you aren't, it's okay for us to wait," Castiel says.
Suddenly, Dean gets it. Really understands. This dumb meeting isn't only about finding out if Dean staying over would worry Ethan. It's about Castiel asking his child to let Dean into their lives. Just how fucking monumental this moment really is smacks Dean hard in the face. Because if Ethan says no, it won't only stall their relationship; it might make Castiel seriously reconsider if he even wants Dean.
Nervous tension tightens every muscle in Dean's body. Holy crap, this could be really bad. He knows Ethan likes him, but there's a difference between liking someone and knowing you'll see them in your dad's bed if you get up from a bad dream in the middle of the night.
"Daddy," Ethan says in a reasonable tone. "If you want to have sex, I don't mind."
Dean's tension abruptly releases into a massive and probably inappropriate laughing fit. Castiel looks horrified, of course.
"Ethan, that's not exactly what I meant," Castiel says. "Dean, hush."
"Well, I think you should sleep together with Dean too," Ethan says as Dean struggles to regain control of himself. "Since you love him anyway."
The humor drains right out of Dean. They haven't gotten around to expressing that particular sentiment to each other. Dean glances to the side and when he catches the soft warmth in Castiel's gorgeous blue eyes, his heart squeezes painfully in his chest. He tears his gaze away, very aware of the flush painting his cheeks a dark red.
Maybe he'll get laid tonight after all.
"Alright then," Castiel says to Ethan. "Thank you."
"Yeah, you know. Thanks," Dean says, voice gruff.
"Is that all?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Good, I'm hungry! And look at this painting I made," Ethan says as he tugs Castiel off the couch. Dean stares at his hands for a moment, trying to process what just happened. But not for long because Ethan stops at the kitchen door and frowns at Dean.
"Aren't you coming too, Dean?"
Dean grins.
"Yeah, I guess I am."
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: SPN
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1000+
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: None
Summary: Dean doesn't get the big deal about sleeping over.
Author's Notes: Part of the Ethan!Verse. Some people, including my own dear sister, requested another story in this world, so I wrote this wee ficlet. Enjoy!
"Do we really have to do this?"
"Yes, Dean," Castiel says sternly. "It's important that Ethan understands each step of our relationship."
"I'm not saying I should just show up with a suitcase, but do we have to be all formal? It's weird. You're going to make him feel weird about it," Dean complains.
"The only person who feels weird about this is you," Castiel retorts.
"I just never had to go through so much trouble to spend the night with someone. Congress is more efficient than this."
"Dean-"
The sound of a rattling doorknob breaks into their conversation and as one, they turn to face the front door, both plastering welcoming smiles on their faces. Side by side on the couch, Castiel's arm along the top of the couch behind Dean's head, they present a united front. And apparently a terrifying image because the look on Sam's face when he gets the door fully open is hilariously disturbed. Dean doesn't blame him. They probably look like the Stepford Gays.
"Uh, hey guys," Sam says. "What's going on?"
"Daddy!"
Ethan barrrels into the living room from behind Sam, holding up a painting. "Look..." He stops short and frowns at them. "What's going on?"
"We'd like to talk to you," Castiel says pleasantly.
"You're not in trouble," Dean adds because he knows how kids think. Ethan sags with relief.
"No, of course not. Sam, thank you for collecting Ethan from school," Castiel says, nodding to Sam.
A clear dismissal. Thank God. This is bad enough without Sam seeing the whole awkward mess. He already gets enough joy from making fun of the excruciating pace Castiel set for their relationship. Dean thought for sure he'd get to the really good parts with Castiel right away. But no. Castiel quickly decided he needed to be cautious. Because he could fall in love with Dean and blah blah, it's sweet or whatever, but Dean never suffered such a terrible case of blue balls in his life. They didn't get past making out for nearly three months and not past oral sex for six. It's only been the last three weeks that they've actually been fucking. Which was totally worth the wait, but whatever. Dean maintains he knew they'd still be together regardless of when they started screwing.
And now they're moving up to spending the night. Actually sleeping together and not just having sex in Dean's house on dates which always end before Ethan goes to bed.
Hence the committee meeting.
"You're welcome. I'll just...let you do whatever this is. See you, Ethan."
"Bye, Sam," Ethan says, reaching up to hug Sam around the waist.
After he's gone, Ethan turns suspicious eyes on Castiel and crosses his arms over his chest.
"What's this about, Daddy?"
Dean bites the inside of his mouth. When Ethan takes that serious no-nonsense tone so similar to Castiel's, Dean can barely keep from cracking up. The kid's like a more devious copy of his father.
"I wanted to talk to you about a new development in my relationship with Dean."
Ethan's eyes brighten. "Are you getting married?"
"You'd think," Dean says unhelpfully. Castiel glares at him. He's probably not getting laid tonight now. Although after this complete romance killer, Dean probably won't care.
"No, but I invited Dean to stay the night here with me. I wanted to make sure you were comfortable with that," Castiel says.
It's only chance that Dean's eyes flick down to Castiel's hands when he clasps them together. Not unusual. Castiel always folds his hands in his lap when he's talking about serious matters. But they don't always tremble. Dean catches a short and very unusual waver right before Castiel's hands settle. He looks up at Castiel's eyes. Intense as usual, but with an emotion Dean doesn't very often see there.
Anxiety.
"Because if you aren't, it's okay for us to wait," Castiel says.
Suddenly, Dean gets it. Really understands. This dumb meeting isn't only about finding out if Dean staying over would worry Ethan. It's about Castiel asking his child to let Dean into their lives. Just how fucking monumental this moment really is smacks Dean hard in the face. Because if Ethan says no, it won't only stall their relationship; it might make Castiel seriously reconsider if he even wants Dean.
Nervous tension tightens every muscle in Dean's body. Holy crap, this could be really bad. He knows Ethan likes him, but there's a difference between liking someone and knowing you'll see them in your dad's bed if you get up from a bad dream in the middle of the night.
"Daddy," Ethan says in a reasonable tone. "If you want to have sex, I don't mind."
Dean's tension abruptly releases into a massive and probably inappropriate laughing fit. Castiel looks horrified, of course.
"Ethan, that's not exactly what I meant," Castiel says. "Dean, hush."
"Well, I think you should sleep together with Dean too," Ethan says as Dean struggles to regain control of himself. "Since you love him anyway."
The humor drains right out of Dean. They haven't gotten around to expressing that particular sentiment to each other. Dean glances to the side and when he catches the soft warmth in Castiel's gorgeous blue eyes, his heart squeezes painfully in his chest. He tears his gaze away, very aware of the flush painting his cheeks a dark red.
Maybe he'll get laid tonight after all.
"Alright then," Castiel says to Ethan. "Thank you."
"Yeah, you know. Thanks," Dean says, voice gruff.
"Is that all?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Good, I'm hungry! And look at this painting I made," Ethan says as he tugs Castiel off the couch. Dean stares at his hands for a moment, trying to process what just happened. But not for long because Ethan stops at the kitchen door and frowns at Dean.
"Aren't you coming too, Dean?"
Dean grins.
"Yeah, I guess I am."
