Happy Families:Chapter 1
A/N-Alright, so this is the result of xxXGGXxx giving me a funny prompt.. so… it was going to be a one-shot that is now multi-chaptered… mainly due to the fact that I only covered half the prompt in this chapter.
Summary- Written for xxXGGXxx for the prompt "Castiel and Dean are married, Demons create a baby which is adopted by the couple, they also adopt Gabriel." AU Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer- I don't own Supernatural... or this idea... or Gerard... Or.. well... anything
Dean had done it, he'd finally done it. He'd given up on pride and conceded, he was the one that got down on one knee in the middle of the restaurant, he was the one that asked,
"Castiel, Will you do me the honour of being my husband?"
They'd been dating for a while now, about a year, and Dean was ready for the next step, but Cas had seemed hesitant, unsure.
"Yes, Dean, Oh Father, yes." Dean slid the ring on his finger and stood up, kissing his fiancée the second he was up straight, ignoring the catcalls and clapping coming from the other people around them.
It had been Sam who had organised their reception, he'd found a place that was willing to marry the two men, hadn't stopped talking about it since he'd first seen the solid band on Castiel's finger.
That was two years ago, they were happily married and Dean was ready to stop hunting and settle down with his husband, unsurprisingly Castiel agreed with this, he'd not really been a fan of the whole "let's-travel-around-the-country-and-try-to-earn-some-money-while-we're-at-it-usually-through-unconventional-means" jig they'd been doing. Sam was happy to settle down as well, he wanted to try and get a degree, so was taking classes at the local university. They had been saving their money to try and buy a house, they currently had enough for a small house: three bedrooms; two bathrooms. There was a small garage looking for employees, so Dean was quickly accepted into a stable, well-paid job. Castiel had a harder time finding a job, he had no specific skills, but found one after a couple of weeks, a small job at a restaurant working as a waiter.
They were happy with this life, finally having the life they craved… That only lasted for a month.
Castiel walked down the sidewalk-their house being near enough to where he worked that he had no need for a car-he was turning the corner when he saw the car screeching away, he thought nothing of it, just people in a hurry or some teens out for a quick drive round the town, nothing out of the ordinary. He was looking forward to seeing Dean, his day at work hadn't been the best he'd ever had, and Sam was out so they would have the house to themselves for the night. Castiel was planning to cook (a skill he'd quickly acquired) Dean's favourite meal, Hamburgers , for him tonight, as a special treat, then he was going to surprise him with the "Dr. Sexy" DVDs he had bought for Dean, knowing he would want to watch them without Sam there, tonight being one of the only days his class was late. He reached the house and, finding the door unlocked, entered, calling for his husband.
"Dean?!" he walked into the living room "Dean?! Are you here?!" There was no reply, Castiel was getting worried now. He walked through to the kitchen "Dean?!" He looked around, eyes focusing on the sheet of paper resting on the counter, Dean must have written him a note, maybe he was staying late at work? Castiel tried to calm down, think rationally, he picked it up, eyes flicking over the page, reading as quickly as he could. His eyes widened as the words sank in:
Castiel,
If you ever want to see your husband again,
Alive anyway, you will come to 375 Strong Crest Road tonight,
11:30 at the latest, do not tell anyone about this or we will kill him.
Yours Sincerely,
Anthea
Castiel's vision blurred, he wiped the tears away quickly, now was not the time for crying, instead it was the time for action.
Castiel left the house after collecting a few supplies, 'zapping' himself outside the "agreed" meeting place, eager to get Dean out of his kidnapper's hands. He stormed inside, lightning flashing across the previously clear sky, Castiel's fury reflected by the sky. He blew doors apart instead of opening them, not caring it he was damaging the building or others there, only caring about getting to Dean before he was harmed. He reached the main room, a large empty space only broken by the two metal racks on the wall, he cast an eye over them, immediately noticing the still figure hanging off one of them.
"DEAN!" he shouted, rushing forward, not noticing the sigils lighting up as he passed them, he reached Dean's figure and started trying to pull him out. Suddenly he smashed into the wall as he was attacked from the side. He span around, glaring at the man standing in front of him, his eyes flashed black. Demon. Castiel reached out a hand, planning to exorcise the demon from it's (hopefully alive) host. He froze, his body locked in place, hand outstretched.
"Gerard!" A female voice called out, "Move him! I can't keep this up much longer!" Her voice sounded strained. The demon pushed Castiel's frozen body, strapping him into the other rack, next to Dean's, but far enough away that they couldn't touch each other. After checking he was in, the demon stepped back out of reach and Castiel heard the woman sigh in relief, his body suddenly loose again.
"DEAN!" He shouted again. This time, he heard a groan in response. "Dean! Wake up!" Dean shifted, eyes opening slowly, blinking as he took in the situation.
"Cas?" His voice was confused. "What's happening?"
"These demons" He hissed the word, "kidnapped you, so I came to rescue you… It didn't exactly go to plan."
"If you'll excuse me," the female voice came again, a young woman stepping out of the shadows, "I am not a demon. I am a witch."
Dean groaned, "Another one? What do you want this time?"
"Me? Oh I don't want anything."
"Then why did you kidnap us?"
"You'll see. Gerard! Collect the blood." The demon sneered and stepped forwards, cutting the skin on Castiel's arm, blood dripping from the shallow cut into a small bowl. Castiel hissed, but the cut healed almost the second the demon stepped away, walking towards Dean. He placed the knife on his arm, cutting a shallow cut on his forearm, blood sluggishly dripped into the bowl, joining Castiel's. The demon walked away, placing the bowl on a small table in the corner, it looked back at Dean, watching the blood still dripping from the cut. It licked its lips and prowled forwards, eyes focussed on the slowing blood.
"Stop!" Castiel shouted as the demon leaned its head forwards, it turned, eyes narrow and pure black. It stepped towards Castiel, knife appearing in its hand, sadistic grin on its face. Castiel stayed still, waiting for his chance. The demon stepped closer, now right in front of Castiel, who smiled at him, causing the demon to stop and stare, confused. Castiel raised his hand, gripping the bare skin of the demon's arm and released a small amount of grace, exorcising the demon from the host, who looked around confused before passing out. Castiel, still having a grip on his arm, quickly 'mojoed' the unconscious man to a small hotel, making sure he would be alright. Castiel looked back at the woman, who was looking shocked at the 'death' of her lackey.
"Bu-But, you- you can't do that!"
"Next time, don't let your demon near an angel." Castiel said calmly, "Now what do you want with us?"
"I don't want anything, I was going to give you something!"
"Oh?" Castiel's head cocked to the side. "What?"
"It- It's a surprise." With that she lifted her hands and, with eyes narrowed, starting chanting, a jet of fire shooting up from the bowl of mixed blood. A few minutes passed, she stopped chanting and the fire died, instead of a the roar of flames, Dean and Castiel could now hear… something else… a scream…
The witch disappeared, the racks releasing the men, Dean almost falling to the floor before he was caught by Castiel.
"Thanks." He looked over at the bowl, "What is that?"
"I am... unsure." Castiel walked over to the bowl and picked up the screaming figure. "It's- It's a baby."
"A baby?!"
"Yes Dean a baby, I- I can sense a slight amount of grace emanating from it."
"What, is that an angel baby?" Dean asked, sarcastically.
"No- at least- not fully, more like," his head tilted to the side, staring into the baby's green eyes. "More like half-angel."
"What about the other half?"
"Half-human." Castiel said, serious as ever.
"Whose is it?"
"I- I think it's, well, with the eyes… I would say yours."
"I haven't been with any angels except you, and even then, I think we'd know if you were pregnant."
"This must have been what she wanted to give us." Castiel murmured.
"What? Do you think that witch did this? How?!"
"The blood ritual."
"… Oh, right, I didn't think of that."
"What should we name him?"
"You want to keep him?"
Castiel glared at Dean, "Do you suggest we get rid of him? He's our son."
"Fine, I suppose we can say we adopted him. So names…"
"What about…" Castiel looked at the child, "Aiden."
"Aiden? Why?"
"It means 'full of fire' I thought it appropriate."
"Aiden Winchester, sounds alright."
"Thank you, now let's go home, I was going to cook for you tonight." Castiel grabbed a hold of Dean's arm, cradling the baby in his other arm before 'zapping' them home. Dean was not looking forward to explaining this to Sam.
A/N- Hope you enjoyed this chapter, will hopefully have the next one written soon.