Tittle: Small Promises
Challenge: Space
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
A/N: *giggles evil-ly* Enjoy, Ghostey!
"It's like you're a cherub!"
The small four year old crossed his arms over his chest. Pouting, he looked up with powder blue eyes. "It's not funny De!"
Dean scoped up the toddler. "Sorry, kiddo."
Castiel threw his arms around Dean's neck and rested his head on Dean's shoulder. "Promise me you'll fix it?"
Dean nodded as he looked around the motel space. He carried Castiel over to the couch. "And until Sammy gets back with the spell ingredients, we can play a game."
Castiel tilted his head. "What game?"
"Charades."
Sam returned just in time to play with them.
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That was cute huh? Ready for things to go horribly wrong?
.:TBC:.