Our little Angels - W1nchester/VulcanSpock

[KingCrowley]

"This...book, it is most complex..." Castiel spoke over the rumbling of the open fire. It was near Christmas, snow was on the ground and it was approaching the dark of night. Castiel was sat in his 'Papa's' chair, curled up with a book, one that he apparently did not understand. "...Why would a Vampire Sparkle in daylight? Do they not just disintegrate? Perhaps my knowledge is wrong..."

"Papa, you're reading Twilight....it's basically a piss take of Vampires...or at least, we all hope it is." Young eleven year old Jared answered, smirking at his Papa.

"Jared Winchester, that blasphemy is not welcome in our home." Cas scolded and glanced over to his partner, Dean who was ordering take out on the phone. He then looked over to his oldest son, Elliott. "Elliott, perhaps you would like to venture out with me, we are still in need of a Christmas plant."

"Christmas tree, Papa." Jared giggled and looked over to his Dad. "Dad, what take out are you ordering?" he asked.

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Fifteen year old Elliott Winchester was on the other side of the room, sprawled out on the couch, messing around with a ball-attached-to-a-paddle thing, which meant he could hit it about three or four times before it whipped back and snapped him in the eye. It already seemed that he was getting a bruise under his right eye. He huffed at the stupid toy, but was too proud to actually put it down and stop playing.

He glanced up as his dad said something about getting a Christmas tree, but he wasn't really paying much attention, all of his attention focused on the stupid toy.

"Uhh... Few minutes away, like, ten minutes away..." He mumbled, basically not making any sense. Dean rolled his eyes and moved over and snatched the toy out of his hand and tapped it on his eldest son's head in warning. "Listen." He said to his son, before placing their order.

Elliott scoffed, got another warning look from Dean, then looked back at his other dad. "What didja ask, dad?" He asked.

"I'm ordering Chinese." He said to Jared. "Cheap and quick. Ready to go in twenty minutes." He announced after hanging up the phone.

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Castiel tilted his head to one side, watching his son play with the paddle and ball, though he didn't see the purpose of it, plus it seemed to be giving his eldest son more injury than enjoyment. So he asked him if he would like to accompany him to find a Christmas tree because Dean had been so insistent about it since December 1st. "Ten minutes...um, I do not understand what you are saying." he frowned and watched Dean tap him on the head.

"Your Dad is correct, you should listen when your parent is speaking to you...and I do not understand your obsession with something that causes you such injury..." Castiel answered, looking at the bruise under Elliott's right eye. "I asked if you would accompany me to find a Christmas tree, your Father has been rather insistent about it." he said, putting down the book and standing up.

Jared watched the interaction between his family, he was just sat on the floor with a sketchpad and pen, drawing whatever creepy figures came into his mind. He then looked up at his Dad when he said he was ordering Chinese food. "I want sweet and sour chicken balls!" he chimed.

"You will eat what you are given, Jared." Castiel warned and looked down at his sketch, "What is it?"

"It's a soul carrier, with his face ripped off." Jared answered.

"Pleasant." Castiel then turned to Elliott, "Come son, before the Chinese food arrives...though, it may take a while to get here, China is quite a distance away."

Jared smirked and burst into laughter at that, "Papa you can be so thick."

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Elliott rolled his eyes at his father. "Yeah, yeah, I understand." He said to the first thing that his father told him. "And it's challenging." He turned around on the touch and reached out, snatching the toy back out of Dean's hand and flopping back down on the other side of the couch. Dean gave him a pointed glare and Elliott shrugged.

Then he looked up at Castiel. "I don't want to go." He said, going back to bouncing the ball against the wood, now getting five-- six-- SEV-- "Ow!" He yelped as the seventh hit smacked him in the eye again.

"That little paddle could hit you in a different way that you'll be yelping about if you don't knock it off and go with your dad." Dean said in warning to his eldest son, before turning to Jared. "Don't worry bud. I got you your chicken." He told him, going over to look at his sketch.

"Cool." Was all he commented.

Elliott had groaned and put the paddle and the ball down, forcing himself to his feet before going and putting his shoes on. "Fine, fine, let's just go." He grumbled, tucking the toy into his coat so he could play with it as they were walking around the tree farm. "And this Chinese food doesn't come from China. It's like five minutes away." He glanced at Jared, who was giggling, and a smirk came onto his face. "Super thick." He agreed.

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Castiel frowned, his sons teased him a lot and he was used to it, but that didn't mean that he liked it. "Your Father is correct, I would not mind taking that paddle to your bottom, if you continue to be so disrespectful." he warned and took the toy when Elliott set it down, the Angel looking at it from all angles. He looked at his oldest son when he said it didn't come from China and was only five minutes away, calling him thick like Jared had done.

"The disrespect stops now, Elliott Winchester." Castiel scolded, swinging the paddle back and giving his son's bottom five good smacks with it and then he handed him the toy back to put in his pocket. He then looked down at his youngest son and smacked his bottom with his hand. "And you are just as disrespectful."

"Ouch!" Jared yelped and looked up, "Ah...sorry Papa." he said, trying to look innocent and he moved positions so his butt was out of swatting range. "See ya!" he called as Cas and Ell headed out of the house. The boy went back to drawing, something even more twisted than his last sketch.

Castiel watched his son play with the paddle and ball while he walked, but he didn't like that It was causing him pain, still though he was curious about it. "May I attempt, son?" he asked.

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Elliott had gasped, his cheeks turning pink when his father had took his toy and swatted him five hard times with it. He had the dignity not to yelp at the hard swats, especially not in front of his younger brother. "Nnn... Yes sir, sorry." He said as his father told him that the disrespect would stop right then and there.

He then went and headed outside and waited for his father to come outside, rubbing his backside and whining when he was out of sight of everyone. And when his dad came out and they started walking, he was a little surprised that his dad asked to play with it.

"Sure, why not? 's long as you don't hit me with it again." He said, handing the toy over to his father.

Dean had fully approved of Cas swatting at both of their sons. There wasn't a need for them to call him thick, even though Dean totally agreed with that, just wouldn't say so aloud, mostly in fear for his own backside. He had pulled Cas in for a kiss before he left, leaving him alone with their youngest son.

He plopped down in the chair that Cas was sitting down on beforehand, looking Jared over. "Hey Jare, lemme see what you're drawin'." He said, beckoning him over to come and plop down on his lap. "And, hey, have you decided what you're gonna want for Christmas, yet? More sketchpads, maybe?"

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Though Jared and Elliott could be pretty disrespectful at times, Castiel knew they were good boys really, and though he would not outwardly admit it...or understand It, he did love them both. He returned the kiss with his partner and nodded his head, "We will return shortly Dean." he informed, offering him a charming smile (well as much as a smile for Cas anyway).

Once outside with his son, he nodded his head and took the paddle ball from his son. And yes, both kids really were their children. They'd been modified scientifically, merged with both of their DNA. They'd raised them from birth. Cas liked how much Elliott looked like Dean, but he had his eyes, and his naivety at times. He started to whack the ball against the paddle, getting to the fourth when "Ungh!" he grunted as the ball hit him in the eye.

Well, like Father like son, or so they say. "Perhaps injury is the purpose of the toy?" he wondered and looked at Elliott. "Where did you find it?"


Jared watched half his family leave and then he went back to sketching, something that looked liked a little boy, but with bloody eyes and a stitched mouth. He looked up at his Dad as he beckoned him over, the boy getting to his feet and sitting on Dean's knee, showing him his creepy, gory drawing. "It's a possessed child." he informed and then thought about what he would want for Christmas.

"I'd really like a human heart in a jar, I don't think you can get dismembered heads." Jared answered, tone completely serious. Somehow, a little bit of demon blood got inside him during the DNA mix and it made him sort of...odd. "What do you want Dad?" he asked, looking at the man. Jared was basically the spitten image of Castiel, with Dean's green eyes and love for cars.

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"Damn!" Elliott had exclaimed as he watched his father easily get to the fourth hit, forgetting about how much his raven-haired father hated him cursing. "I could barely get two on my first try." He had said, looking over the toy with his dad, and then shaking his head.

"Nah. It's to see how many times y'can hit the ball against it without messing up." He explained to his father. "And..." He paused, deciding that telling his stricter father that he had stolen it from the arcade when a machine gyped him on the tickets was a bad idea. "A friend gave it to me." He finished.


Dean watched as his youngest son scurried forth and plopped down on his knee. He wrapped an arm around him and glanced down at the sketch of a possessed child. He frowned. His son wasn't bad at drawing. He was rather good for his age, Dean thought. He knew that his son was a little odd, and he didn't really mind. He still loved him to pieces.

"Yeeeeah, don't think I can get ya a human heart. Maybe a vampire heart. Or something. But no promises. Don't think your daddy would like that that much." He finished with a chuckle. "And... I think I want... Hm... Maybe some stuff for my car. She needs an air freshener, she's old."

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Castiel sent his son a firm look, "We have spoken numerous times about blasphemy, Elliott, man of those conversations involving a sore bottom and a bar of soap, as I'm sure you recall?" he asked and handed the toy back to his fifteen year old, frowning a little when he hesitated with his answer, he'd known his son long enough to know when he was lying.

"You are...lying to me, Elliott Winchester." Castiel frowned and pulled the boy by the arm, making him stop and then he crossed his arms over his chest. "I want the truth from you, young man. Where did you obtain this toy?" he asked, eyes firm and tone steely.


"Well if you can't get a human heart, or any kinda heart...cause yeah Papa won't like it...um, I want a model of our Impala." Jared explained and laid his head against his Dad's shoulder when he wrapped an arm around him, listening as he explained that he wanted a car freshener. "I could buy that. Elliott will probably buy you a new gun, and Papa will give you sex, so I could get you that." he explained, using the word 'sex' so casually as if talking about the weather or something.

"I heard you and Papa having sex last night, ...how does it even work? Aren't you both guys?" Jared asked, turning his green eyes onto Dean's.

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Elliott puffed out his cheeks. Yes, he knew that the last time he had seriously cursed, and the times before hand, he was soundly spanked by Dean and Castiel had added to his punishment by scolding him, washing his mouth out, and making him to stand in the corner. His parents really did take punishments very seriously.

Then his father caught onto his lie, and he found himself being stopped by his father. He cursed -- definitely internally -- and looked Castiel in the eyes. Well, now was the best time to be honest. Perhaps he could get out of a spanking if he was to be honest and insanely respectful. "My machine didn't register the tickets on my gaming card at the downtown arcade, sir. I would have had enough tickets to buy this, but since the machine didn't account for the ones I won, I took it anyways... And then I gave the remaining tickets to another kid there, if that makes my situation any better, sir..."


"Model of the impala, huh? Raised you right." Dean commented with a snicker. "I'm sure we could definitely get you that." Then his son laid his head on Dean's shoulder and he looked down. He was shocked, however, when he added that Cas could give him 'sex.' His cheeks suddenly burned as he continued to say that the kid hears him and Cas having sex last night, and proceeded to ask how it was done.

"Woah, woah, woah. Firstly, you don't need to be talking about that, at all." He said firmly. "You're just a kid, and it's a very adult topic. Understand? And yes, we're both guys, and one day when you're much older I'll explain it. But for now, drop it. Got it?"