Prompt 1: Storm

(December 2014)

It wasn't the storm that woke Dean up, at thirty-six he'd slept through his fair share of storms, so the sound of thunder and ice hitting the window didn't wake him. What had woken him was the light shaking of his shoulder with enough urgency to bring him out of a dead sleep. Castiel was far enough along with the twins to have Dean on edge with any awkward shift. Though they weren't due for another two months, the angel had a hard time doing things for himself.

His nerves calmed when he realized that Castiel was still buried under the covers, back to Dean, sleeping soundly. Letting out a quiet sigh, Dean closed his eyes and attempted to return to sleep, only to have his shoulder prodded again. This time he lifted himself up on his elbows, and turned to face whatever wanted him awake so badly.

The slight irritation of being woken up at two in the morning went away immediately when he saw Acadia standing there, eyes wide with fear. "Freckles?" As soon as her presence was acknowledged, Acadia grasped his shirt with both hands, crawling awkwardly up into the bed and clinging to him like a spider monkey. Squeezing herself in between her parents as Castiel had woken to the sound of their daughter's nickname and was now pulling her to him.

This was only the third time Acadia had managed to get out of her toddler bed and crawl into bed with them, but each time she did there had always been a storm. Once when Acadia had gotten out of bed crying, Gabriel had been there and the archangel had been able to simply make the storm go away. It made Castiel slightly upset that he wasn't an archangel with the ability to manipulate weather, but it also made him proud that he was able to comfort his child without his angelic gifts.

Dean smiled, turning over on his side so that he was facing Castiel, Acadia between them. He watched as Castiel ran his hands through Acadia's hair, his blue eyes closed and his body already relaxing back into sleep. With every clasp of thunder though, Acadia flinched, grasping tightly to Dean's shirt, the hunter rubbing her arm comfortingly.

"It's okay, Freckles," Dean reassured, voice rough with sleep. "Thunder is only your Mommy's brother's bowling up in Heaven." He saw Castiel's shoulders shake with a light chuckle, a small smile twitching the corners of his lips up.

Acadia's green eyes looked up at him, a small from on her face. "Why are they playing so late at night?" She complained, her voice still that two year old stutter. Dean let out a quiet laugh, holding Acadia tighter. The quiet between clasps was enough to send the toddler into sleep, relaxed by the presence of her parents.


A/N: First one's really short, but like I said; it's a drabble.

Anyway, some background information you don't really need to know but I'm going to share anyways. I've just recently built this little Destiel family with a close friend who roleplays with me on tumblr, she and I have spent quite a bit of time putting together back stories, cute little additions, and given each of the children-who you'll meet later-a distinct personality. So I hope you'll enjoy them as much as I do and I hope to see you all in Prompt 2.