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ao3feed-destiel-02 · 1 year

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It's Simple: All that You Need is in Your Soul Island Girl

It's Simple: All that You Need is in Your Soul, Island Girl https://ift.tt/jGszOLb by 1f_this_be_madness Dean has (or at least he had) the original idea to go to the beach - him, Sam, and Cas. But it was an offhand thing, a throwaway line. What he DIDN'T expect was for it to be, or become, anything other than a fantasy, for a day. And he definitely didn't expect the inclusion of ... company. Words: 3614, Chapters: 3/15, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Bess Myers, Gertie Fitzgerald, Sam Fitzgerald (Supernatural: The Heroes' Journey), Castiel Fitzgerald (Supernatural: The Heroes' Journey), Crowley (Supernatural), Miracle the Dog (Supernatural), Jody Mills, Donna Hanscum, Kaia Nieves, Claire Novak, Alex Jones (Supernatural), Patience Turner, The Empty | The Shadow (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Garth Fitzgerald IV/Bess Myers, Castiel & Jack Kline & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Donna Hanscum/Jody Mills, Alex Jones & Kaia Nieves & Claire Novak & Patience Turner, Kaia Nieves/Claire Novak Additional Tags: Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Castiel is Saved from the Empty (Supernatural), Castiel and Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester are Jack Kline's Parents, Islands, Beach House, Snorkels, Late Night Conversations, Fluff and Angst, Dancing, Day At The Beach, Swearing, Die Hard References, Silence, Awkwardness, Episode: s15e18 Despair - Castiel's Confession Scene (Supernatural), Awesome Eileen Leahy, Dean Winchester Uses ASL, Jack Kline as God, Family Dynamics, Caring Dean Winchester, Kissing, Holding Hands, Making Out, Making Love, Dean Winchester Has a Fear of Flying, Walks On The Beach, Drinking, Stargazing, References to Odd Thomas by Dean Koontz, Dean Winchester Needs to Use Actual Words, Self-Esteem Issues, Pop Culture, Cooking, Flirty Dean Winchester, Garth Fitzgerald IV Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Garth meets Cas because as far as I know he didn't in canon and that's a crime!, Brotherly Banter, Personal Space What Personal Space, Cuddling & Snuggling, Pre-Relationship, Castiel and Dean Winchester Being Idiots, Castiel Can Hear Longing (Supernatural), Lack of Communication, Hugs, Dean Winchester and his x-rated imagination, Garth's son Sam gets called Samza, Jack Kline is God But Also Still a Child, Dean Winchester Calls Castiel "Sunshine", Post-Canon Fix-It via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/MCujRks April 02, 2023 at 09:23PM

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badw · 4 years

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all i could think about is hunter moms

#you think parenting jack is hard #imagine parenting claire kaia patience and alex #and sometimes sam and dean too #wayward sisters #jody mills #Donna Hanscum #my art #supernatural #this is in fact a redraw

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caswlw · 4 years

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that being said i think that the cartoon to anime gateway drug does bite jack and he ends up trying and failing to get cas to teach him Another language when he’s already pretty shit at reading so they end up doubling down on teaching him to read because he likes reading the subtitles !! he wants everyone to love tv the same way he does and that includes eileen too so he keeps learning so he can sit her down the same way he does with dean, cas, and sam and introduces her to an anime he likes :) eileen is very touched and they end up having regular nights where instead of jack’s standard morning cartoon he watches subbed anime with eileen :D

#i just think it’s sweet #as someone who has a shit time processing anything without subtitles i think it’s just a kind gesture to keep them on yk?#and in this case- jack is learning to read so he can watch anime with eileen just bc he thinks well ofc she should be able to watch cartoons #jack loves quality time w his various parental figures #i think with cas it’s anything. he can put on any show and cas is content #sam prefers that jack watches the more educational stuff but he doesn’t mind anything that’s on rn that’s cool like.#sam is most def also watching anime with eileen and jack bc he thinks the storylines are so cool no lie #and with dean it’s classic cartoons from when he was a kid and adaptations of it now #like dean liked the old batman cartoons so they cycle thru those and young justice and teen titans and now dean is deep into ttg with jack #and he loves it! it’s funny and it’s spending time w his kid #i think that claire also gets roped into this and the wayward sisters introduce jack to those middle years he’s missing with gen x parents #anyway i think patience and jack have similar taste and kaia alex and claire all try to get him into more actiony animes #like he’s totally chill with watching normal ones but claire is like we HAVE to watch [blank] bc she’s been dying to!#i think it’s also nice to imagine that he treats it like an introductory way of becoming friends #like lemme show u something i think you’ll like!#jack kline cartoon boy :)#spn

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sobsicles · 3 years

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claire's not expecting them to be at the door. she blinks at the sight of four men all huddled on the stoop with flowers and what appears to be bags of food flowing from their arms. jack is peeking above a bouquet, beaming at her.

"who's at the door?!" jody calls from the kitchen, her voice muffled by the sound of grease popping and the clanking of pans and spatulas meeting over and over.

"god," claire calls back, because she likes to think she's funny.

there's a beat of silence, and then jody's sticking her head out the kitchen. the moment she sees them, she breaks out into a grin and saunters over, shoving the spatula in claire's hand as she chatters away.

"what's going on out there?" donna asks as claire escapes back to the kitchen to poke at food jody is apparently willing to burn just because the winchesters decided to show their faces today of all days.

"judgement day," claire says dryly.

donna shares a look with patience. "haven't we dealt with that already a few times?"

"only by association," claire admits, "but i wouldn't put it past them to bring it along with 'em now. the boys are here."

"oh, isn't that nice?" donna chirps, already popping up from her chair. "i didn't know they were stopping by today."

"wonder how sam's doing," patience agrees, wandering out the kitchen right along with donna. claire can hear everyone cracking up and talking in the living room.

trust the winchesters to shake things up just by showing up. can't have one goddamn day, can they? well, that's not true. in their case, as far as claire is concerned, they're shitty for showing up and shitty for not. someone has to knock 'em all down a peg or two, so she might as well be the one.

"what did that chicken ever do to you?" kaia asks teasingly as she sidles into the kitchen and stops by the stove, hip-checking claire out of the way to take over.

"the boys are here," claire informs her.

kaia raises her eyebrows. "like, the boys as in the winchesters, or is this a milkshake pun?"

"i can only be so gay, sweetheart," claire says, shooting her a flat look.

"raise the bar a little. could be gayer. you can always be gayer," kaia teases, reaching out to sneak her hand around claire's hip, her eyes bright with amusement.

"you know what? you're right," claire agrees and immediately tries to cop a feel while kaia laughs and dances out of range.

jack appears in the doorway. "hello," he says, whispering for some reason. "claire, i need your help."

"no," claire says, not even glancing at him. she continues to try and put her hand up kaia's shirt, just to see her laugh.

"can i borrow twenty dollars?" jack asks.

"no. aren't you god?"

"yes, but i don't get paid to be."

"well, sucks for you. borrow money from cas," claire mutters, settling in behind kaia as she focuses on the food on the stove, swatting lazily at claire's roaming hands.

"he'll just borrow money from dean."

"borrow from sam."

"he'll just borrow money from dean."

"borrow from—wait, why does it matter if it's from dean? just borrow from him."

jack huffs. "i can't. i need the money for dean. i have a card, and i read online it's customary to give money with a card. also, will you sign it?"

"you got dean a card?" claire asks, craning her head around to stare at jack skeptically.

"yes."

"don't tell me it's for what i think it is."

"mother's day," jack confirms unironically.

claire wheezes out a laugh. "oh my god."

"there's a pen in the catty on the fridge," kaia says, clearly amused.

"yeah. yeah, this is—yeah." claire chokes on more laughter and stumbles towards the group of pens in the magnet container on the fridge. she waggles her fingers at jack, clearing her throat, lips twitching. "hand it over, beanstalk. you're a fucking genius."

"oh! thank you," jack declares cheerfully, passing over the card. "so, can i borrow twenty dollars?"

"hell no," claire says. she braces the card against the fridge and swallows down a laugh. sam has already signed it. this just gets better and better. happy mother's day, old man, aka the secondary source of my mommy and daddy issues. you're going for gold with this double-whammy, she writes.

"but i need it," jack insists, staring at her with wide eyes.

claire shrugs. "tough break, kid. what, cas doesn't give you an allowance? is it just me, or are dads getting stricter these days?"

"i didn't think about it in advance," jack admits sadly. "i want to do it right for the holiday. it's mother's day, claire."

"i'm well aware. sorry to break it to you, kid, but last I checked, your mom's as dead as mine," claire tells him, her voice flat. he frowns and she forces herself not to feel bad. everything that sucks for him sucked for her first, so her sympathy levels are a little drained. "father's day will roll around eventually, and you've got a long line of those, so wait your turn."

"i've already done something for my mother today," jack says slowly, his eyebrows furrowed. "i visited her in heaven."

claire snorts derisively and passes the card back over. "must be nice."

"it was," jack agrees, completely missing the point. "i really can't borrow twenty dollars? i'll pay you back."

"nah," claire says. "who cares anyway? wait, why is dean the mom?"

"well, castiel is my father."

"ah, so it's about them having the hots for each other, then? really, kid, you coulda just made dean your step-dad."

jack blinks. "they have the...hots for each other? you mean sex. they have sex?"

"you know what?" claire points at him with her free hand. "i'm not gonna burst your bubble on that one. you've got enough issues on your own without wondering if mommy and daddy still have a spark, so I'm gonna leave that alone. i've got five dollars. take it or leave it."

"deal," jack says immediately.

money is exchanged, and jack looks like he's on cloud nine. claire's just stoked to see the expression on dean's face when he gets the card. it's a homemade card and everything, nothing like the two claire, kaia, patience, and alex got for jody and donna.

claire helps kaia finish up the chicken, which promptly gets set aside to wait on the rest of the food in the oven. sam wanders in at some point to drop off the food they brought. dessert, by the looks of it. pies and cakes that go in the fridge. it's kind of them, but claire would shoot herself in the foot before she ever admits it.

she lets kaia tug her into the living room where everyone is already at, rolling her eyes at how cheered everyone seems just because the winchesters happened to grace their doorstep. really, they all suck.

but also—and claire will never admit this, not even to save her own life—it's nice to see 'em again. it's nice that they've come to celebrate the day in jody and donna's name, giving them flowers and such. it's nice that they hang around for a bit and don't bring the world crashing down on everyone for the duration of their stay.

and, well, it's nice to see cas, too.

he perches up next to the couch that claire is squeezed on with alex, donna, kaia, and jack. kaia is practically in her lap, but claire is secretly glad for the excuse. while everyone talks and has conversations across one another, cas focuses entirely on her.

another thing claire will never admit is how reluctantly pleased by that she is. it warms her. stupidly, it turns soft and gooey in her chest that he automatically gives her his undivided attention over everyone else, even jack. but, then again, it's not cas' day, so she doesn't have to look too close to that feeling. it's mother's day, so it's not about him.

when the food is ready, they reconvene in the kitchen, and that's when they crack out the cards and gifts. claire is practically vibrating with laughter before jack has even brought his card out. before that, though, she smiles softly and strokes kaia's thigh under the table as jody and donna read their cards and chuckle at the messages, their gazes warm and their smiles sweet. they look happy. they deserve to be.

"okay, last one," claire announces, grinning at jack. she's starting to think she likes this kid if he's an agent of chaos like this.

and okay, maybe she hates him a little in abstract, but in detail, she finds that she does actually like him. you kinda just wanna put him in your pocket without meaning to, she's learned. there's too much to explore with the whole psuedo sibling thing and parents that aren't parents, as well as parents that are but didn't choose to be, only he did choose one of them, and it wasn't her. it's complicated, but underneath it all, there's a vibrant love there that she can't look directly at. sometimes, she despises that she's included in it; yet, just the same, she's thankful that she is.

"oh hell," dean mutters, swinging his gaze between alex and patience. "one of you...ya know? did we miss something?"

claire snorts.

"what? no," alex replies, grimacing. "i have no idea what claire's talking about. claire, what the hell are you talking about?"

"jack?" claire prompts in a wheeze.

"here you go," jack chirps, holding out the card to dean, beaming. "happy mother's day."

the expression on dean's face is somehow even better than claire imagined. she howls with laughter while sam buries his face in his hands, his shoulders jerking. cas squints at jack, and jody's eyebrows fly up at the same exact time that donna grins.

"is this a joke?" dean sputters.

"no, no, nope," claire chokes out, nearly fucking crying with laughter. "happy mother's day, dean."

"you gotta take it, man," sam agrees, clearing his throat and biting back a smile as he bobs his head dutifully towards the card.

dean fixes sam with a flat look and snatches the card. "you're all so fucking—sam, you signed it?!"

"happy mother's day," sam says, his mouth pinched, visibly trying not to laugh.

"do you like it?" jack asks earnestly. "i made the card, sam signed it first, and claire provided the money."

"i—" dean stares down at the card, then heaves a sigh and looks up at jack. it's clear to him that—out of everyone—jack is clearly taking this very seriously. he offers him a weak smile, then swallows. "yeah, s'great, kid. thank you. sam, you are dead to me. claire, i will be spending this on something you hate. cas, this is somehow your fault."

"yup, sounds like a mother to me," jody declares, holding up her beer with a smile.

"welcome to the club," donna agrees, holding hers up as well. "everyone else annoys the shit out of you, but you love 'em anyway."

dean sighs and clinks his beer to theirs.

#sobs adventures in writing #happy mother's day to all the spn moms!!!#dreamhunter #destiel adjacent #sort of?#look i just wanted to write something cute okay let me have this lmao #sobs says things #claire bear #jack jack #dean bean #cas bby #jody mills #donna hanscum #kaia nieves #spn ladies #sammeh

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teentitantruefriend · 6 years

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Everything That Rides Below The Surface

"Get in the damn car," Dean screams for the third time.

He shoves the gun in Kaia's face.

Subconsciously, the hunter can register Sam's placating gestures and Jack's horrified expression.

If this was any other day, he might have cared about heeding the advice of one and setting a good example for the other, but not now.

He did not grow up in this miserable life, working a thankless job, with a hole in his chest only to have it rip him apart 33 years down the road.

He meant what he said: he was going to have his Mother back no matter what.

Chuck help any little Dreamwalkers that stood in his way.

The girl does the one thing he is not antecipating, though.

The one thing that disarms him.

With a firmer grip than Dean would have expected from a teenager of her height and weight, Kaia grabs the barrel of the gun and touches the muzzle to her forehead.

She looks him straight in the eye, resolute. "Then, do it,” she says. "Do it. Shoot me."

Dean just stares, dumbfounded.

He is so unnerved that he nearly does pull the trigger out of surprise.

Kaia takes that as her cue to keep talking.

Or maybe she simply does not care.

"Shoot me, you bastard. You’ll be doing me a favour. You think I give a damn? I have been dealing with this shit since the day I was born. Nightmares. Monsters. Creatures you wouldn't believe. And it's only gotten worse."

There was something in the kid's exhausted, cynic tone that took him back over a decade.

To a little brother crying on the floor over visions he was just beginning to understand.

Back before the Leviathans, the Angels and the Horsemen.

To the helplessness and fear of knowing that this was no flesh wound.

He could not fix this with beer, a movie marathon and half a dozen "Sammies".

It was hard enough to learn to live with weird powers as adults, surrounded by people who were aware of the Supernatural. Good people that would teach you how to fight back and not call you "crazy for simply telling the truth.

He can not imagine what this must be like for Kaia, a normal girl from a normal family with a normal life to go on like this.

Yet, Dean can not allow himself to feel for her.

Not when his Mom is probably being tortured by the other Michael at this very moment.

If his musings show on his face, however, Kaia pays no mind.

"And that is only half of it. My parents fucking handed me over to the State, like so much as trash on the street. You see, being a Dreamwalker comes with this little problem where it is highly advisable that you do not fall asleep because, if you do, you will never want to sleep again. So I took the only option I had. I swallowed pills and I injected every vein that I could reach. I have been drugging myself for years, just so I can sleep through the night. I am poisoning myself every day. When my parents found out about my extra-curriular activities, they immediately sent me from rehabilitation center to rehabilitation center, nevermind the fact that me keeping waking up bloody and bruised is the real problem here. Still, it could be worse. No, wait, it is - and that is the best part, listen up - do you know what happens to kids in those places? Kids the staff know will not bother talking because, hey, 'who is going to believe what a stupid junkie says, right?' Do you know? So, yeah, go ahead, shoot me. No, seriously, shoot me. Because I am just done."

Jack can only stare as Dean lowers the gun.

He knew that humans could get hurt.

Sick.

Die.

He never even imagined that they could break.

Sam watches as Jack moves his hands as if he is holding a sword. He is not close enough to understand what he is saying, but the wind carries a distinctive buzzing to his ears.

Bless his heart, the Nephilim is probably trying to cheer up Kaia with tales of his favorite Star Wars movie. It is a privilege to have the chance to parent such a kind-hearted boy.

In hindsight, Sam can not believe how he could have ever thought that Jack would reach out to a biological father he has nothing in common with. No. Jack is Kelly's. And theirs.

Dean sits down beside him on the park bench, carrying two trays filled with greasy fastfood. "What are you doing?" he asks, leaning towards the screen of his brother's laptop.

"Excuse me, but are we really going to skip over the fact that you pointed a gun to an unarmed, civilian teenage girl that posed no threat to us? Because that's not you, man."

Dean unwrapped a burguer. "If we can skip over the fact that you stood by and watched while I pointed a gun to said unarmed, civilian teenage girl that was no threat to us..."

Sam pinched his nose. Touché. "Look, we all want Mom back. But kidnapping kids is not the answer. And she would agree. Kaia is the victim here. It is our job to help her."

The older Winchester laughed. "The girl is suicidal, Sam. Uses drugs. Has no one on her corner. And a very shitty gift. She is beyond any kind of help that you or I can give her."

"Like that's ever stopped us before. Look, Kaia was telling the truth, not that I ever thought she was lying, but there is more to it: she has been a Ward of the State for six years"

'Fuck," Dean thinks. That is a long time to go without a family, especially for a kid. 'Still not our problem, though', he tells himself for the umpteenth time. Mom is their priority.

"So?" Dean manages to get out, eating with gusto. Dean has always been a messy eater, but Sam can see it in his shaking hands and subject dodging tactics. He feels remorse.

This is the closest that Sam will ever get to feeling grateful for his older brother's mile wide guilt complex. If he feels regret about threatening Kaia, then that means he cares.

If he cares, it means that he is not so far gone that he can not be brought back to himself. So that when they do get their Mother back, they do not have any explaining to do.

She can have two mostly whole sons. "That means she is eligible to be adopted by 'upstanding, law abbiding members of the society.'" Sam explains, and lets the idea sink in.

Dean frowns. "Come on, Sammy. Don't you think we have asked enough of the good sheriff already? I mean, how many rooms do you think she has in that place of hers?"

"We can help keep an eye on her. And she can relate to Alex, Claire and Patience. Their lives were also affected by the supernatural. Besides... I think Jack has a crush on her."

Donna shifted the patrol car into gear, turned on the radio and got into the highway. She was expected in a Sheriff Convention on the other side of the state this weekend.

Instead, here she was, having just said goodbye to the Winchesters and their newest charge, with a precious, young new cargo keeping her company on the passenger's seat.

The first thing she had understood about her sidejob was that when Sam, Dean or Jody call you for help, you drop everything and get to it. Life or Death was the norm, really.

Case in point, sixteen-year-old Kaia Aisha Nieves. Native American kid with a long history of substance abuse and a small spreadsheet of petty theft to sustain said habit.

Poor thing had been committed at the age of 10 for both the addiction and the wild claims of vivid nightmares. Never got a visit or a call from her family. Not even a postcard.

The cop had gotten familiar with tragic lifestories like that from day one on the force. "We can't save everyone," her mentor had said. "Some people just slip through the cracks."

Right. Donna did not survive High School, Police Academy and a bitter divorce to let something like Status Quo or the The System stop her from helping kids in desperate need.

"You're not much for talking, are you? Here," she reaches a hand out to the glove compartment and retrieves one of several tin foil-wrapped sandwiches and passes it to Kaia.

"You look like you haven't eaten in over a day." Come to think of it, considering what they had told her, that was probably true. "We have long way to go before we get to Jody's".

Kaia can not resist long before hunger wins over. She takes two large bites, eyes closing as she savours the food. Donna cheers internally. Grandma's recipe. Worked every time.

"Jody Mills is the sheriff of Sioux Falls. A good friend and all around awesome gal. Got three foster daughters and a cottage by the woods. Nature can do wonders for the soul."

Kaia chortled, as if that was the most absurd thing she had ever head of. "Believe me, it is going to take a lot more than 'open space'. What I need is a freaking lobotomy, lady."

"We will see. Just so you know: I can be very, very stubborn, especially for a good cause". She then let Kaia finish eating and told her to take a long nap before they arrived.

Turning her eyes back to the road - safety first! - sheriff Hanscums vowed to herself that no one, human or not, would hurt Kaia again. They would have to go through her first.

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