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take-it-on-the-run · 2 months

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Castiel Playlist

"I cared about the whole world because of you."

A/N: Could also be interpreted as 'Being in Love With Castiel'

Eye In The Sky // The Alan Parsons Project

I am the eye in the sky; looking at you; I can read your mind

Little Dark Age // MGMT

Forgiving who you are, for what you stand to gain; just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away

Bigmouth Strikes Again // The Smiths

And I've got no right to take my place to the human race

Wicked Game // Chris Isaak

I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you; I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you; no, I don't wanna fall in love; (this world is only gonna break your heart)

Young and Beautiful // Lana Del Rey

Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?

Eyes Without A Face // Billy Idol

Got no human grace; you're eyes without a face

Lies in the Eyes of Love // Part Time

No, it's not right; she tells me lies in the eyes of love

Oh Ana // Mother Mother

You are the angel that I couldn't kill

bitter love // Flowers in Antarctica

Our sinners vow, your cardinal sin; hold me tightly; sculpt me out of desire; I'm not bitter love

The Blackest Day // Lana Del Rey

Getting darker and darker; looking for love; in all the wrong places

Afraid // The Neighborhood

When I wake up, I'm afraid; somebody else might take my place

Francesca // Hozier

I would still be surprised I could find you; darlin', in any life; if I could hold you for a minute

Behind Blue Eyes // The Who

But my dreams, they aren't as empty; as my conscience seems to be; I have hours; only lonely; my love is vengeance that's never free

The Night We Met // Lord Huron

I had all and then most of you; some and now none of you; take me back to the night we met; I don't know what I'm supposed to do; haunted by the ghost of you

Memories Fade // Tears For Fears

Memories still fade but the scars still linger; goodbye my friend; will I ever love again?

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calibrationneeded · 9 months

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Author: @watchinghimrakeleaves

Artist: @calibrationneeded

Rating: Teen

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Featured characters: Castiel, Claire Novak

Featured relationships: Dean/Castiel Kaia Nieves/Claire Novak

Length: 5092 words

Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Castiel is Claire Novak's Parent, Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, Hunter Claire Novak, Retired Castiel (Supernatural)

Summary:

With both Dean and Jack out of the house, Cas is enjoying a quiet night by himself in until Claire asks if she can stop by after a hunt. While he tends to her wounds, they talk about what it means to live the life of a hunter, the loves they’ve found, and the homes they’ve made.

Link to Fic | Link to Art

#supernatural #spn #castiel #fanart #art #dadstiel mini bang #dadstiel #claire novak #mini bang #castiel fanart #fanfiction

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cas-coding · 11 months

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“hi dad,” jack says, strolling into the kitchen and sitting down beside castiel, looking at him expectantly. “can i ask you a question?”

“of course.”

jack’s foot starts tapping against the floor, clearly anxious. “i feel weird.”

cas laughs. “that’s not a question, honey.”

“oh,” jack sighs, “well, uhm, i guess i wonder why i feel weird. especially in my body. is it because my body is way older than me? is it because i’m wrong? am i…” jack trails off, mumbling, “a freak?”

cas cups jack’s face with his hands, looking at his child, his daughter. her trueform had been smaller lately, as if it was curling in on itself, its thousands of eyes closed, trapped in thought, or just not wanting to see. “you are not a freak,” cas states, “you are a gift. a light. you are my brilliant, wonderful child, and i will always love you. are you alright?”

jack sniffles, eyes watering. “i feel wrong, dad. i feel really wrong. and i know angels can feel detached from their vessels, but it’s not a vessel. it’s me! so why don’t i like it?”

cas’ eyebrows rise in surprise. “what do you mean?”

jack shakes her head, removing it from castiel’s hands. “nevermind. it’s stupid.”

“jack, nothing you have to say or feel is stupid.”

swallowing thickly, jack asks, “do you remember when i asked you to stop, stop calling me, uhm,”

“jackie?”

jack nods. “yeah. that was nice of you.”

castiel shrugs. “it’s what you wanted, and i thank you for telling me.”

“dad?” jack’s eyes are big and watery as she looks up at castiel, and cas is reminded every bit of how young she really is. “dad, i don’t think i like being a girl.”

cas nods. “can you clarify what that means?”

jack shakes their head. “no. i don’t know. i just don’t like it. and i think that’s why my body feels wrong but my trueform still feels right.”

“okay,” castiel reassures, offering jack a soft smile. “how do you want to go about this? would you like me to call you just my child? be neutral? or would you like to be my son?”

“i dont know,” jack repeats, tapping his foot faster. “i don’t know, im sorry,”

“hey, jack,” cas says, “look at me. there is nothing wrong with not knowing. i will be here every step of the way while you figure it out. and even if you don’t ever figure it out, i’ll still be here.”

“promise?” jack asks, hopeful.

“i promise,” castiel replies, pulling his child into a tight embrace.

#spn #supernatural #castiel #jack kline #fic #ficlet #spn fic #fanfiction #trans jack kline #ftnb jack kline #ftm jack kline #coming out #supportive dad cas #dadstiel

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deancodedcastielenby · 9 months

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My final entry into the @dadstielminibang , I got to work with @krexhatespushups-blog hatespushups-blog !

#my junk #dadstiel #fic bang #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #my art

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lady-wallace · 3 months

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Begin Again - Chap 2 (Supernatural)

New chapter of this is up today!

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Read on Ao3

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“Dean told me what happened.”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal, it’s not like I got arrested or anything, the sheriff just drove us all home.”

“That’s not the point, Claire,” Cas sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “The point is I don’t want this kind of behavior to escalate. You could be hurt, or—”

“Why do you care so much?” Claire demanded.

Cas frowned. “Because you’re family, Claire, and I’m your legal guardian now, it’s my job to look after you and Jack.”

“Okay, so you care so much now, where the hell were you before?”

Cas slumped against the door frame, meeting Claire’s flashing eyes. “Claire, I am so sorry about—”

“No, you have no idea! You never did,” she snapped, eyes filling with tears of anger. “The abuse started before Mom died, you know. If you really cared about us why didn’t you take us away then? Why didn’t you take us all away—including Mom?”

#supernatural #fanfiction #spn fanfic #dadstiel #claire novak #jack kline #sam winchester #dean winchester #team free will 2.0 #alternate universe

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orpheustiel · 2 years

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castiel & jack, dean/castiel, 1,774 words, rated g

Summary: “Why is it that you put Dean above everything else?”

Before Jack even finished his sentence, Castiel felt his smile dissolve and the muscles of his face harden. He knew the answer. Of course he knew the answer. In a second he felt the pressure of Hell, the warmness of Dean, the loneliness of falling, the relief of Free Will and a pressure on his human stomach and heart, sweat on his human hands and the need to look down, avoiding Jack’s eyes.

agape, on ao3

“Castiel?” Jack’s voice sounded low on the quiet bunker. Dean and Sam had gone to sleep not too long ago, leaving Jack and Castiel alone in the darkness of the television room – or, as Dean insisted to call it, The Dean Cave, and Castiel would often refer to the room as that in thought.

So far, they had been in a comfortable silence. Jack browsed through videos on their new television (which was so complex that Castiel often found himself comparing its intricate system to the work of Angels), never really settling on anything, but actually watching a few seconds or minutes of each video and then moving on to another one randomly. Castiel watched Jack and mentally went through his memories of the last couple months, searching for things he could’ve missed that would help them with the current missions – faces, objects, waves, sounds, ideas, feelings, and thoughts.

“Yes, Jack?” Castiel responded, looking at his eyes and feeling his face relax into a small smile, as it always did. Jack looked back at him with the same openness Castiel believed himself to have. An openness he would only find in other angels and missed when communicating with humans.

Memories of Dean came to Castiel – Dean talking to him, explaining, telling, asking, joking. He felt glad that with Jack he could have a different relationship, more open, with less camouflages in the physical and spiritual sense.

Jack selected another video, this time, a 7 hour and 40 minutes of piano with rain sounds and let go of the remote “Can I ask you something?”

Castiel nodded, closing his eyes briefly and smiling a bit more, gesturing for Jack to continue.

“Why is it that you put Dean above everything else?”

“I mean,” Jack continued, unaware of the cacophony of thoughts and feelings Castiel was perceiving, “I get it. Dean can be nice sometimes, he is funny, brave, he cares about his family and fights for what is right. I get that. But Sam is all of that too, and with Dean it’s like…” Jack had been talking fast, as if he had the speech prepared beforehand and was rushing through it so Castiel wouldn’t interrupt, but now he stopped, choosing his words, and hardening his look before finishing “it’s like you don’t care about anything else other than him.” Jack relaxed, as if accepting the truth of his next words “And you care about me too, I know. I just don’t understand why is it that Dean is so important when…you know.”

“When he has treated you the way he has?”

In the second between Jack finished speaking and Castiel began, countless thoughts were measured in his head. Castiel decided that maybe with Jack he could trust the truth. Relief washed over him as he sat back and fixed his gaze on Jack.

“Has anyone told you the story of how Dean and I met?” Jack shook his head and sat back as well, crossing his legs, and waiting for Castiel to continue.

Castiel spoke of Heaven’s Plan, his garrison, and the Righteous Man. He told Jack of Hell and of holding a soul, which is less like holding with your arms, but more like convoluted ties of energy that isn’t translatable in any human language, as it’s not thing humans can experience.

“But Dean wasn’t grateful. Of course, knowing him now makes it easier to understand why, but, at the time, I felt…confused.” Castiel shifted where he was sat, positioning his body in a way to show Jack he wanted him to pay attention “And that’s just the thing, Jack– ” a smiled creeped of his face before he could help it. He used to be able to control that before “I felt.”

Castiel explained to Jack about orders, the Divine Plan and how, even though he had broken the patten before, the only time it was unfixable was when he helped Dean.

As he talked, Castiel molded his words to fit his listener. Even though he had never had an opportunity to tell about his history with Dean so freely before, which caused him great satisfaction, he also felt the need to be careful. The things he and Dean have gone through have been hard and gruesome. The things he felt and thought about Dean were sometimes too great for Castiel himself. So he chose his words carefully.

He finished after telling in littler details the past few years, and Jack immediately said “You two met in an extraordinary situation and have formed deep connection because of it.”

Castiel held back the smile forming on his lips. He moved his hands to help him sit back once again, just now realizing he had been fidgeting his fingers against each other. Just another of the various human behaviors that have installed themselves into his routine.

“Yes, we did. And have been going through many other extraordinary situations ever since, which has made it only strengthened it. In more common terms, you could say he is family.”

Jack nodded and furrowed his brows, taking it serious – Castiel didn’t hold back his smile this time, thinking of Jack being raised by Winchesters.

“In other common terms” Jack asked, tilting his head forward “you love him.”

There it was again. The coldness in his stomach, the blood rushing just faster enough to make him feel the need to move his hands. The waves going through him changing course, turning upside down.

“Jack…” But Castiel didn’t know what to say.

“I’ve spent some nights reading the Bible” Jack began explaining “and I try to make parallels between the people in the story and people I know in real life, to help me understand them better. A lot of the times they mention love, it reminds me of what I see in you two.”

Memories passed through Castiel. Choices he made for Dean, time he has spent with Dean, conversations he has had with Dean. He understood what Jack meant.

Castiel joined his hands and leaned forward on his knees. He has wondered much about that as well. Love is human experience like no other – it’s so incredibly abstract, not alike anything else, not working in humans’ minds like other feelings like happiness or pleasure do.

It wasn’t until he became close to a human himself that he began to understand what they meant by love.

He recalled being with Dean on the bunker, Dean teaching how to work the shower and handing him clothes, promising the movies they would watch, and the food Dean would make Castiel eat. He also recalled seeing Dean once again months later, his anger, frustration, anxiety, and something else, that surged when Dean came into his workplace and messed with his life.

Reconnected with his Grace, Castiel had to reimage love, to remember what it was like and translate it to what it had to be now.

“I believe love is a name we give to what is actually many behaviors.” Castiel answered and Jack relaxed, looking at him. “It is not only about feeling, but showing that you feel it. For humans, love is not only one feeling, but a collection of them working together.” Jack nodded, showing he understood, and Castiel kept going “For me, it became easier to think about it as a collection of actions. Humans show the feelings through actions, so I believe it makes sense.”

“So, love is showing love?” Jack asked, unsure.

Castiel grinned “Yes, Jack, I believe it is.” He waited for Jack to pay attention to him again before continuing “Some time ago, philosophers in Greece studied love by tearing it in three – called eros, philia and agape. Maybe they understood love better than the English.”

“What do they mean?”

“Eros is, in reality, a name borrowed from the Angels. You remember them, the Cherubs” Jack nodded “Yes, well. The Cherubs make those who they pierce with their arrow experience sexual attraction and the need to be together. Eros refers to romantic love, physical attraction.

“Philia is considered the purest and sincerest form of love. It’s the love we share with our family and the ones we’re loyal to.

“Agape is…harder to explain, there are complex discussions involving it. But it is a connection to the universe, nature, humanity and, in some cases, could be the connection to God.”

Jack hums showing he followed the explanation and asks “The love between you and me is Philia.” He smiles, showing his teeth and Castiel feels what could only be described as love growing in his chest.

“Yes, Jack, it is.” He agrees, but wonders if he is capable of anything other than agape.

“And between you and Dean…it…is…”

Jack doesn’t meet Castiel’s face when speaking and Castiel wonders how long Jack has been meaning to ask if what he saw from him towards Dean was “is it Eros?” Jack finishes, keeping his head down but moving his eyes up to watch Castiel.

Castiel thought about Dean’s presence. The warmth of his soul. His hands on Castiel’s wrist, arm or shoulder. His smile. The way he said Cas. The feeling Castiel got on his stomach every time it was late at night, and he sat on Dean’s bed with him to watch a movie, their knees touching. The waves around him tingling. The need to protect him, to be close to him, to destroy the whole world so there was only them, to save the whole world for him. His thoughts, desires, fears and wishes.

He looked at his hands and moved his fingers.

“Perhaps it is all three.”

Jack hummed, agreeing.

“I get it now. Thank you, Cas.”

Castiel loved him and loved him. Jack showed his feelings with such openness, such desire to form connection. He was so proud of the being they were raising.

“Thank you for listening, Jack.” He took a deep breath and dared to ask “Jack, would you mind if we kept all of this between us?”

Jack nodded, this time with more energy “Of course. It can be weird to mention other people’s romantic feelings out loud. Sam though me that.”

Castiel wondered what prompted this lesson and grew impossibly fonder of all of them.

#destiel #deancas #jack kline #castiel #dadstiel #destiel fanfic #castiel&jack #destiel fanfiction #oneshot #rated g

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glygriffe · 6 months

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Rec list of November

I still don't have time or headspace to write, but I settled a little into my new job so now I have more time to read! Get cozy and enjoy some fanfiction with me, as the night and the cold slowly take over my part of the world. I also finished a couple of weeks ago Neil Gaiman's The Ocean at the End of the Lane, and I LOVED it! Disturbingly beautiful, it's not scary even though it describes horrible mystical happenstance. I strongly recommend it.

Supernatural

Unveil the Splendours of Your Heart: 60k+ words of homeless Dean being comforted by the sight of Castiel, a billboard male model. Riveting. And the art is really engaging, too. Written for the DCRB 2023 by @thefandomsinhalor (Dean x Castiel)

Castiel’s 12 Days of Christmas: a little holiday spirit (kind of…) send to us by @mrswhozeewhatsis (No pairing)

The Race: As a way to amuse the gods, families have to run literally for their lives and the souls of their loved ones. And Dean needs to save his baby brother. An interesting universe created by @posingasme on AO3 (Sam x Castiel)

Taking back its leaves: The end of Dean's life seen by Sam. Since it was written in 2008, this future fic by Zooey_Glass reads like a AU ending. (No pairing)

Moonlight on the Water, Sunlight in the Sky: That time Castiel met Emma in Purgatory... a dadstiel story by @nickelkeep on A03. (Castiel & Emma, Castiel x Dean)

Original work

The Orphanage: an original work in short scenes about Diego the white medium by @verobatto on AO3. (No pairing)

#rec list #fic list #supernatural #neil gaiman

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dadstielminibang · 1 month

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AUTHORS - LAST DAY TO SIGN UP!

Dadstiel fans unite! If you're a fic writer who's been thinking about joining us this year, now's your chance! Author signups for the 2024 round close today.

See our pinned post for the Rules & Schedule!

#dadstiel mini bang #dmb2024 #castiel #dadstiel #castiel fanfiction #dadstiel fanfiction #jack kline #claire novak #supernatural #supernatural bang

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dont-tell-mom-and-dad · 29 days

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Nothing feels more illegal than reading fan fiction on my university’s Wi-Fi. Like are they watching?

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the-abominable-hulk · 4 years

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Connect Four

My submission for the ‘Cas’ square in Jack Kline bingo!

Summary:

A blast of power he couldn’t contain followed by an eerie calamity. He wasn’t in the eye of the storm. He was the storm.

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Jack and Castiel play connect-four.

AO3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22822138

Thank you @advancednougat \\ @wickedwithwings for running the Jack Kline bingo!!

#jack kline bingo #nougat bingo #jack kline #castiel #dadstiel #jack kline fanfiction #castiel fanfiction #dadstiel fanfiction #supernatural #spn #spn season 15 #spn spoilers #lio writes

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sinnabonka · 3 years

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They stand like that for a while, just cherishing the little comfort they can find - a childless parent and a fatherless daughter - in arms of each other.

Fathers & Daughters

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calibrationneeded · 9 months

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The Privilege is Mine

For the @dadstielminibang

Release date: August 14th

Rating: Teen

Author: @watchinghimrakeleaves

Artist: @calibrationneeded

Summary:

With both Dean and Jack out of the house, Cas is enjoying a quiet night in before Claire asks if she can stop by after a hunt. While he tends to her wounds, they talk about what it means to live the life of a hunter, the loves they’ve found, and the homes they’ve made.

#dadstiel #dadstiel mini bang #the dadstiel mini bang #fanfic #fanfiction #supernatural #spn #castiel #art #claire novak #mini bang

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localswampcrow · 2 years

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did someone say kitchen scene? no plot only kitchen scene and it's fluffy morning domestic au where jack like 10 or something?

thinking of this "prompt"

Someone needs to sweep the damn floor, and the heat should be cranked up at least 6 degrees higher by this hour of the morning.

Dean is scuffing into the kitchen and rubbing his eye with these two thoughts in his head. He flicks on the smallest light, the one by the stove, before grabbing the kettle and filling it. Four scoops of coffee go in the press, and his ass goes against the edge of the counter.

Closing his eyes again, Dean pulls the hood of his sweatshirt up and tugs the strings so his forehead and neck are shielded from the just-waking-up kitchen. He dangles his arms at his side... Just another couple minutes of rest. While the water boils. And he takes a deep breath.

The wind creaks in the windows. Dean breathes. The kettle makes barely there popping sounds.

All is quiet until another pair of feet are shuffling into the kitchen.

Jack yawns. "Good morning, Dean!"

"Mornin.'" Dean replies.

Jack doesn't stop on their trajectory from the door to the counter where Dean is leaning next to the stove. They swerve around the island, then stick solid right into Dean's arms which are outstretched for a morning hug. Thus is routine.

Jack snuggles their face into the soft fabric of Dean's hoodie.

The two of them stay just like this for an unmeasured amount of time - there's no clock to tick at them in this room - and Dean rubs circles into his kid's back.

"How'd you sleep, bee?"

"Gwod." Jack mumbles against Dean's armpit.

He hums. "That's good."

"Did you? Sleep good?" Jack picks up their head and flops it facing the other way. Watches the blue flames lick the bottom of the kettle.

"Yeah. I did actually." Dean says, noting unsurprised. Maybe the endless nightmares are behind all three of them now.

Jack gives Dean an extra squeeze around his middle where they have their arms circled.

Jack sighs but it might be a small laugh. "Yay us!" They say quietly. "No nightmares."

Dean nods and pets Jack's head, once, instead of saying anything out loud. When Jack looks up at him, they both smile.

The table is set and mugs for coffee have been taken down from the shelf by the time the kettle whistles. Dean mixes batter in a big blue glass bowl, and Jack opens the waffle-maker oh so gingerly, as not to burn themselves.

One fluffy, fully formed waffle comes out, and an unformed waffle, thick batter, full of potential goes in. Jack smiles as the shell hisses when they pressed the sides together and clicks it closed.

"Dean, on next one, will you try the tree thing again? We need more trees!"

Dean sets the French press back on the table and replies to Jack between big sips of milky sweet coffee.

"I think you're right. More trees it is, buddy."

Open. Extract. Refill. Hiss. Repeat.

Castiel scuffs into the kitchen, wild hair complimented by pink bunny slippers, just as the last tree waffle is coming out of the iron. It joins the piles of its round and branched siblings that are already laid on the table.

"Good morning... you two have sure been busy." He says, walking from the door to the table where Jack and Dean are doing the lack check of their work. They really make a good team.

Dean turns, beaming, and returns the greeting with a kiss to Cas's stubbly cheek. "Mornin' sweetheart."

Cas noses him back and loosens the hoodie portal so he can run his fingers along the smattering of freckles in front of Dean's ear, and kiss his temple too. While there, he whispers "I'll remember to sweep the floor later. After this beautiful breakfast you've made." And Dean snorts.

Jack waits very patiently for their turn to hug Cas. Lavender sweater sleeves become paws.

"Good morning, Jack." Cas says gently into their ear after he leans down to wrap Jack up in a squishy, warm embrace.

"Do you see our special waffles? Me and Dean thought they would be perfect for today."

"Every day I'm more and more impressed by you both." Cas winks at Dean, who keeps on smiling fondly back at him. "Do you think they taste as good as they look?"

Jack squeals "Oh I hope so!"

As the little family sits down at the table, the sky pours snow over the trees and the yard, and the street. The wind creaks in the windows and shakes pine bows. Long needles dance just out of reach of the glass.

The waffles are sweet, like sap rising and morning sunlight in spring.

read it on ao3 and tell me what topping you're putting on your waffles

#ficlet #fluffy morning kitchen family time #it's mostly all about dean and jack #mwah #they make waffles #i am thinking about trees and family and love and how we are connected to each other #have a good day everyone i am hugging you #jack kline #castiel #dean winchester #dad dean #dadstiel #everyone is autistic in my mind #they/them jack #au where theyre in the kitchen in a regular house somewhere eating the fuck out of waffles and using a french press for their coffee #localswampcrow #fanfiction

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