Dean/Cas: The Sky Is Gold
Commission for sparksflycastiel [info here].
Dean and Cas drop their daughter off at college. 2.5K.
The first time their daughter smiled on the day that they brought her home, Dean was cradling her in his arms fully convinced he was staring at perfection. “Hey, Chevy,” he murmured softly, lest his voice be too loud for her. “God, you’re adorable, aren’t you, sweetheart.”
She gurgled in reply, as if to agree.
“Modest like your father,” Cas teased lightly, while setting up the monitor and fussing with her crib. “It’s a good thing you really are cute.”
Dean laughed when Chevy batted her lashes.
“Did you remember your vitamins?” Dean asks as he plugs in the fridge. “‘Cause, sweetheart, I know you’re eighteen, but those meatball subs aren’t gonna keep you goin.’”
Behind him, Castiel laughs, while in front, their daughter sighs.
“I eat at least twice as many vegetables as you do, and besides, I hate meatball subs.”
Dean looks offended now. “You sure you’re my kid?”
“Dad,” Chevy rolls her eyes. “Could we please focus? I need to unpack.”
“Sheesh, what a slavedriver, huh, Cas?”
Cas peers at them amusedly. “Are you implying something?”
“Oh, not at all,” Dean winks at his husband, which draws a vomiting gesture from Chevy. “Hey, I thought you were used to this by now.” To rile her up further, he blows Cas a kiss.
“Ew, get a room, guys,” Chevy says, only to realize that they’re standing in hers. Her brown eyes widen and she throws up her hands. “God, never mind, just… Save it for home.”
“Aye, aye,” Dean mock salutes her, grabbing a pair of scissors to open a box. The inside is filled to the brim with clothing, although he knows better than to comment on it. “We’ll get you a real coat,” he says instead, “or you’ll freeze your little butt off come winter.”
“Nah, it’s cool,” Chevy holds up a parka. “I went shopping with Daddy last week.”
The coat is bright red with faux fur trim and Dean pouts at Cas feeling slightly betrayed. “Since when’s it just you with the shopping privileges?”
“Since he passed four years of dress shopping with flying colors.”
“Hey, now,” Dean takes a step forward. “That prom dress of yours was way too short.”
“Dad, it was June. In California,” she argues, which isn’t wrong by any means but damn it, that’s not the point.
“Anyway,” he clears his throat. “Where’re all your school supplies? Notebooks and stuff?”
“Right here,” she points at the box whose contents she’s putting in drawers. “This was the only box I wanted insured because thanks to you both, I’m a giant nerd.”
Dean’s grin is triumphant. “That’s my girl.”
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