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nickelkeep · 5 years ago

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Together We’re Golden

Pairing: Dean/Cas Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 6.8k Warnings: De-Aged!Sam Written For: nickel’s storytime On Ao3

Witches. It was always fucking witches. Dean knew as well as anyone that not all witches were bad. The natural-born ones? They were usually cool. They often weren't power-hungry, cause they already had their magic. But those who made deals with demons? They were assholes, one-hundred percent.

And of course, the case Sam found? One of those. It had started simple, putting a pox on the competition for a promotion at work. Then they won a vast sweepstake. But, as it always inevitably does with those who got their magic from demons, things went South. Someone was nosy, a hunter went in, and boom. A dead body that the coroner was trying to explain.

And it was why Dean was cavorting around an abandoned warehouse, Sam and Cas somewhere in there as well, looking for the bastard... bastardess? Whatever this witch was, they were a bitch, and Dean had the witch-killing bullets to stop them from causing more harm.

As he rounded the corner, listening quietly for the sounds of anyone. Sam's moose-length gait was distinguishable anywhere, and even if Cas could sneak up on him, Dean could recognize the sound of the rubber heels hitting upon the linoleum in a distinct pattern.

He closed his eyes for a moment and made out the sound of Sam's footfall, the pause between each step due to the length of his legs. But before Dean could signal to his brother, the sound he had been waiting for occurred: the fast clip-clop of kitten heels, most likely sneaking up on Sam.

Dean jumped out from behind his cover and saw the witch sneaking up behind Sam. His movement caught Sam's attention, and Dean called to him as he raised his gun. "Get down!"

Sam ducked, just as the witch cried out. "Abi!" Dean took the brunt of the spell, as Sam unknowingly dodged it, and flew back, hitting a wall as he landed. Sam was knocked to his knees, and his gun skittered across the floor.

"Sammy! Move!" Dean cried to his brother as he tried to make his vision stop swimming.

"How cute. More hunters." The witch moved up to Sam, stepping on the back of his knee and pinning him in place. She placed her hand on his back and started to chant. "Adulta est tibi puer et vade."

Sam started to glow, and Dean shook his head, his vision still floating. Dean felt powerless as he tried to aim at the witch when she suddenly started to glow herself, golden rays of light emitting from her eyes.

Cas.

Her mouth opened in a soundless scream, more light pouring from her mouth as she collapsed to the ground. Cas quickly stepped over and moved to check on Sam.

"Cas!?" Dean pushed himself to a sitting position, cursing the hallway spinning around him. "Cas, is Sam okay?"

A small pathetic whimper was Dean's reply as Cas bent down and picked up a little boy into his arms. Dean's jaw dropped. It had easily been years since he'd seen that haircut, or that size for that matter, but there was no doubt. Cas had picked up a child Sam and was holding him in his arms.

"Sammy?" Dean pushed himself up to a kneeling position as Cas brought Sam closer, the young version clinging tightly to the angel.

"De!" Sammy whimpered into Cas' chest. He hid his face as Cas crouched down.

"Sam, can you please go to Dean, while I check on him, please?" Cas asked, his voice soft and calming. "Dean wants to know you're okay." Cas waited until Sam's feet were on the floor and let him go.

"De!" Sam ran from Cas' arms to Dean's, hugging him tightly. "De, scared."

"I know, Sammy. I know." Dean squeezed Sam gently as Cas pressed two fingers against his temple, relieving him of the concussion he got from the witch's blast. "Are you hurt? Does Cas need to heal anything?"

Sam shook his head against Dean's chest. "No."

"No, because you don't hurt, or no because Cas is scary?" Dean was fully aware of the bitchface Cas shot him at that comment.

"No owwie." Sam looked up at Cas, his big hazel eyes wet with tears. "Cas good."

"Of course Cas is good, Sammy." Dean looked at his brother, trying to hide his disbelief in seeing a toddler Sam again. "Cas is our friend, right?"

"Best friend!" Sam giggled through his tears, then pointed at Dean. "Boyfriend!"

Dean sputtered at Sam's exclamation before staring up at Cas. "Kids say the damnedest things, don't they?" He stood up and looked down at Sam, who was barely covered by the moose-sized shirt. "I know you just used your mojo on me, Buddy, but do you think you can do something about Sam's clothes? We need to get out of here, and we don't need Sam running around like this."

Cas smirked - why, Dean had no clue - and nodded. He walked back to where Sam had been cursed and grabbed the rest of the clothes. He handed them to Dean. "Put them on the ground the best you can, have him stand in them, and I'll shrink them to size."

"You're a genius, Cas." He adjusted Sam's clothes, and put a very squirmy Sam into them. "While I can hold him still, please."

Cas aimed his palm at Sam, and Dean watched in awe as the clothes shrunk to fit Sam. Even the shoes that had looked ridiculous on such a tiny body shrunk to fit Sam. "How you feel, Sammy?"

"Wanna go."

"Then we're gonna go." Dean held his arms down to Sam, offering to pick him up.

"CAS!" Sam pointed at the angel then ran over to him, reaching up to be lifted.

Cas shot a look at Dean, and while Dean couldn't clearly read it, he ventured to guess it was a look of concern. "Sammy trusts you, dude. If you want to pick him up, it's cool." Dean suppressed a laugh as Cas let out a sigh and bent down to pick up Sam. "Don't look like such a grump ass, Cas. How often will you ever say you got to pick up Sam?"

"I can pick him up at his regular size, Dean. I'm an angel." Cas commented, annoyance and sass clear in tone.

Dean pulled out his phone and snapped a picture. "Yeah, well, you don't get to do this every day."

"What was that for?" Cas squinted at Dean.

"I'm sending it to Rowena." Dean chuckled as Sam's head lifted up in surprise. "Sammy was hit by a spell, you killed the witch, the spell didn't lift. Means we're going to need another witch." Dean nodded towards the door and started moving as his phone rang. "Well, that didn't take long."

"Dean, did you and the angel adopt? I didn't realize hunters and the supernatural could go through that process." Rowena quipped as he answered the phone.

They approached the exit, and Dean pushed the door open, holding it for Cas. "You're so funny, Rowena. That's Sam." There was a long pause and Dean pulled the phone away from his ear to make sure that the call hadn't dropped. "Rowena?"

"I'm here, Dean. I was looking at the picture again, trying to figure out how something so small got so big." Rowena replied, and Dean couldn't help but laugh in agreement. "What happened to the giant?"

"We were tracking a witch, and she got the drop on him. Cas offed her, but not before she finished the incantation."

"I see. Such a dear, wee boy. Appears he was always a cutie."

Dean rolled his eyes as he sped up to move ahead of Cas, opening the rear passenger to Baby for him. "Yeah, heartthrob, nerd, all of it since a young age. Can you help?"

"Aye, I am the best. I can meet at the bunker in about five hours, maybe less. Need to get the things that may be necessary to help me reverse the spell."

"Thank you, Rowena. I know you don't have to do this, but we appreciate it."

Rowena laughed. "Aye, but 'tis nice to be owed a favor from a Winchester. Later, Dearie." The phone disconnected with a beep and Dean let out a sigh, wondering what kind of deal he had unknowingly made with the witch.

His attention drifted back to Cas and Sam, the latter still cling to the former, not willing to be separated. "You okay sitting in the back with Sam? If not, I'll be the bad cop."

"This is fine, Dean. Since we don't have a car seat, me sitting with him is for the best."

Dean nodded and closed the door for Cas, making sure to not catch the trench coat in the jamb. He took a look around and quickly moved to the driver's side, sliding in and pulling his door shut behind him. "Let's get going." Dean stole a glance at the backseat, watching as Cas took care to use the lap belt to secure Sam comfortably.

Dean started the Impala and pulled away, swallowing down the warm feeling that was threatening to swell in his chest. Sam had practically been his kid, despite there being less than a four-year age difference between them. Watching someone else - watching Cas - give that same TLC, the same comfort to Sam that he had done all those years ago was threatening to melt the layer of ice he put up as a barrier.

"De!" Sam called up, pulling Dean's eyes to the rearview mirror.

"Yeah, Sammy?"

Sam snuggled into Cas and smiled. "Hungy?"

"Hungry, dude." Dean replied, emphasizing on the gre sound. "You need something to eat, Sammy?"

"Yes!"

Dean stole a glance at Cas, who merely shrugged in return. "You did just go through a heck of an ordeal, huh? Let's get out of this town, and we'll stop at the next one, okay?"

"K!" Sam replied excitedly before looking up at Cas. "Hungy?"

"It appears you don't remember. I don't eat, Sam. But we'll make sure you get something good, okay?"

"De!" Dean looked back in the rearview and saw Sam pointing at him, but talking to Cas.

"Your brother will eat too, I'll make sure." Dean felt a blush rise up at that comment and forced his focus back on the road ahead of him.

Sam's voice dropped to a whisper. "De, yours."

Dean swore he heard a noise of surprise from Cas, but refused to look, feeling it better to pretend he didn't hear anything.

"Your brother doesn't belong to anyone, Sam. Least of all me. Rest, we'll be there soon."

Dean frowned. He'd never admit it aloud, but boy, Cas was wrong. So very wrong.

A half-hour later, and no less than fifty questions from Sam to Cas later, Dean pulled up in front of a diner. "Still hungry, Sammy?"

"Pancakes!" Sam squealed happily, grabbing Cas' hand to help him with the seatbelt.

"Dude, Cas, we never let him live this down." Dean looked over the backseat and smiled at Cas.

"Which part, Dean? The part where he's being cute, or the part where I know you're going to let him overeat breakfast foods?" Cas raised an eyebrow as he undid Sam's seatbelt.

"He's known his whole life how cute he is. Always used it to his damn advantage." Dean shook his head. "Hell, our old man used it to his advantage." He climbed out of the car and met Cas' eyes over Baby's roof. "He got us so much free shit. Lunches, dinners. Hell, one time, he got us a hotel room for two nights."

"I'm sure you could have done the same, Dean." Cas looked down at Sam and shushed him, as he was trying to rat Dean out for saying shit. "Yes, Dean said a bad word. Dean says a lot of bad words."

"Hey!" Dean called out at Cas as he took Sam's hand and headed into the diner. "I'm not that bad." He grumbled to himself as he followed in behind them.

Cas was already talking to a waitress, asking for a booster seat for Sam as Dean walked in. She led them back to a more secluded booth, handing the booster to Dean and winking at him as she walked away.

"Sam, go sit with Dean, please." Cas gently pushed Sam between the shoulder blades, and toddler Sam ran and hugged Dean's leg.

Dean couldn't help but smile, and he sat the seat down before assisting Sam to climb into it. Once he sat down himself, he looked across the table at Cas. "You know, I swear, I don't remember him being this talkative when he was younger."

"I think I may know why." Cas watched Sam carefully. "I'm fairly certain the spell reverted him to about two or three, but he still has all his memories, his knowledge is intact. Just at that age, he can't use them fully." He smiled at Sam. "He's an overly smart toddler."

A few moments later, a waitress introducing herself as Maggie walked up to their booth. "Well aren't you just the cutest! Having fun with your dads, kiddo?"

Dean looked up and saw the surprised look on Cas' face. It wasn't often the angel was caught unawares, and, despite the context, Dean was relishing in it. "Yeah, he was taking a nap, this is his first big road trip. He woke up and said he was hungry. Figured we could use a pitstop too." Dean bit his bottom lip, holding back a grunt as Cas kicked him in the shin.

"Aww, how sweet!" She pulled out her receipt pad and smiled at Sam. "What's your name, cutie?"

"Sammy!" He responded with a broad smile then pointed at Cas. "Cas!" Sam turned and pointed at Dean. "De!"

"Sounds like you're getting good at using your words, little guy!" Maggie scrunched up her nose playfully and waved with her finger. She turned to Cas. "What can I get you?"

"Just a coffee, black." Cas nodded, gesturing to Dean. "He'll order too much, per the normal."

"Dude, Cas. Rude." Dean looked at Maggie and smiled. "I saw you guys do pancakes with marshmallow fluff?" When Maggie nodded, he continued. "Can I get a short stack of those for my short stack here with some orange juice, I'll have the breakfast platter, scramble the eggs please."

"And to drink?" Maggie took the menus from Cas and Dean.

"Coffee, black."

Maggie finished writing and nodded. "You got it. It'll be up in a few."

Dean leaned back in the booth, waiting for the inevitable comment from Cas.

"Why didn't you correct her?"

There it was. "'Cause as happy and healthy as Sam looks, it's going to sound a little strange if we're anyone other than his dads." Dean threw back, neglecting to mention that he didn't mind the temporary mislabel. "Besides, Sammy didn't blow our cover at all, either. Like you said, he's a smart cookie."

"While that makes sense, Sam is not actually a child." Cas huffed as he sat back in his seat.

"Don't be like that, Cas." Dean nodded at Maggie as she brought them their drinks. He jabbed a straw into Sam's cup and slid it to him, almost laughing as he watched Sam try to remember how to use a straw. "Besides, you're good with him."

"It's Sam." Cas retorted.

Dean shook his head. "It's toddler Sam and completely different." He held his hand over his mug before lifting it to his lips and taking a sip. "Despite how you know Sam now, that's not how he was when he was a kid."

"That was almost thirty years ago, Dean. Do you remember it clearly?" Cas raised his eyebrow.

"I raised him, Cas. I remember his first word, his first sentence. I remember his first hair cut that I botched, cause the old man couldn't be bothered to take us to get it cut." Dean sighed angrily, upset that Cas would doubt him. "I'm the one who took him from crawling to walking to running."

"Dean, I–" Cas was interrupted by Maggie returning with Dean and Sam's food. Once she left after asking if everything was okay, Cas let out his own sigh and dragged his hand down his face. "I'm sorry, Dean. You're right."

"I know I am, and I know you're doing a good job with him." Dean finished cutting up Sam's pancakes and handed the fork to his younger brother. "If you can't finish them, Sam, don't force it. I'll get you a box."

Sam cooed happily and shoved a piece of pancake into his mouth. Dean found that he couldn't help himself and pulled out his phone, taking a picture of Sam.

"He's going to kill you." Cas commented before taking a sip of his coffee.

"Worth it." Dean looked at Cas and winked as he took another picture of Sam. "I'll get this one made into a pillow, and we can throw it on a chair in the library."

"I'm not going to hell to retrieve your soul again when he does." Cas shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You're no fun, Cas." Dean pouted before putting his phone away.

A couple cups of coffee, several wet naps, and a box later, Sam was yawning loudly in his booster seat, barely able to stay upright. Maggie came by with the check, dropping it off and making sure to remind Sam how cute he was.

Dean tossed the keys to the Impala to Cas before standing up and picking Sam up. He carefully passed Sam over to Cas, his heart pounding a mile a minute as Sam snuggled against Cas. "Get him comfy. I'll be out in a minute after I pay this." Dean tried to tear his eyes away from Cas as he walked away, but it wasn't until Cas exited the diner that he found himself able to move.

He walked up to the register where Maggie was leaning, talking to the cashier. She stood up as Dean approached and smiled at him. "Thank you guys for stopping this evening. You all really made our night."

"We what?" Dean felt his face twist into a confused look.

"First, Sammy is adorable. He's so sweet, so well-behaved, and he clearly loves his daddies." The cashier next to Maggie nodded. "And then, watching you and your husband? We've seen a lot of couples and families come in, but the love between you two?" She looked at the cashier, and placed her hand on her heart. "You two gave us all a slice of happiness tonight."

"Uh, thanks. I think." Dean took his card back from the cashier and nodded.

"If you're ever in the area, stop on in again!" Maggie called after him as he walked towards the exit.

Dean crossed to Baby and slid into the driver seat. He stole a glance to his right, his heart beating a tattoo as he realized that Cas wasn't wearing his trench coat. Surprised, he looked in the back seat and saw Sam curled up under it, softly snoring.

"Don't worry, he still has the lap belt on, but he couldn't stay upright. I was afraid that I would move too much and keep him awake." Cas offered, pulling Dean's attention back to him. "I think he should sleep until we get back to the bunker."

Dean swallowed hard and nodded his acknowledgment as he got Baby back on the road

Afraid to wake Sam, Dean left the radio off. The silence was thick in the car, and it made him uncomfortable. It also didn't help that at some point, Cas had slid out of his suit jacket. He had it folded on the seat between them, and it kept drawing Dean's attention.

Desperate for noise, desperate for an escape to not think about the practically naked Castiel next to him, Dean thought of something to do to break the silence.

"You know, Cas. I know I said it earlier, but you are really good with Sam." Dean stole a quick glance at the angel, and instantly regretted it, noticing the pushed-up sleeves.

"And as I responded earlier, it's Sam. He's not an actual child." The timber of Cas' voice sent a child down Dean's spine. "If he were an actual child, he would probably not respond as well to me."

"You're selling yourself short, Cas." Dean deflected. "I mean, yeah, we're pretty sure Sam's still adult Sam in there, but he's still a toddler. He's still little. You're responding well to that."

"Oh." Cas replied quietly. Silence filled the car again, until Cas asked his own question. "Did you ever want a child, Dean?"

"Had one." Dean muttered. "Didn't get to know her, though."

"When was this?" Cas asked, and Dean turned to look at Cas, registering the surprise on the angel's face.

"It was, uh..." Dean looked back towards the road. "It was while you were Emmanuel." Dean shot his tongue out between his lips and licked. He didn't like to think of that time without Cas, and he wasn't sure how to phrase what had happened. "Sam and I had a case where men were dying with this odd symbol carved into them. We rolled into town, I hit up the one place they all had in common, and I met a woman named Lydia."

Silence came from Cas' side of the car, and Dean continued. "I was kinda heavy into the bottle during that time, and before I knew it, she took me home. Turned out, she was our monster of the week."

"You slept with a creature?" Dean didn't have to look at Cas to hear the confusion in his voice.

"I didn't know, okay? Turned out she was an Amazon. Over the course of a couple of days, she had Emma and Emma grew to a teenager." Dean gripped the steering wheel tightly. "Due to some rite of passage, Emma was told to come and kill me. Sam killed her, partially to protect me and partially in revenge."

"Sam killed in revenge?"

"I killed a prior girlfriend of his. Sam's got a thing for creatures. Demons, Werewolves, Kitsune... Oh my." Dean shook his head. "Part of me knows that Emma was going to kill me. But the other part? Well, I regret not getting that chance to actually find out."

Cas' hand rested on Dean's shoulder, and a flush colored his cheeks. "For what it's worth, Dean. Knowing that you raised Sam, and seeing how you are with him now? I think you would be a wonderful father."

"This life ain't for a kid, Cas. You know that. Hell, I had you erase Lisa and Ben's memories, so they wouldn't remember anything about the supernatural." Dean felt a heat building behind his eyes, and he took in a deep breath to keep the tears at bay.

"If you found the right person Dean, would you stop hunting and settle down?" Cas' hand slipped off Dean's shoulder, and Dean found himself craving its return. "I know you tried with Lisa, but she wasn't right for you."

"Cas, this is the only life I know." Dean shook his head. "The old man made it so I'd be his good little soldier. I don't know any other way."

"That's a lie, Dean. John may have kept you from being a child, he may have thrust too many responsibilities on you for someone so young. He did a lot wrong by you, and I'm sorry. But you are ten times the man that he ever was, and by knowing your childhood and what he did wrong. You would turn it around to be the best father you could be."

Dean cast a glance over to Cas, to find him pointedly staring out the window. Dean let his shoulder drop and focused on getting them home.

Another hour of uncomfortable silence later, Dean pulled up into the bunker's garage. As he cut Baby's engine, Sam started to stir in the backseat. Cas quickly got out of the car and made a point of getting to Sam, pulling the toddler into his arms and carrying him into the bunker. Dean had barely gotten out himself, to find that Cas had left him in the dust.

"Go figure." Dean muttered to himself. He moved to the trunk, popping it open and grabbing out his duffel bag. He also grabbed Sam's before closing the trunk and heading in to drop things off.

Dean stopped by his room first, dropping off his bag before making the trip to Sam's. The door was already open, and he could hear Sam talking to Cas.

"De?"

"Dean will be here in a moment. I'm sure he stopped to get your things out of the car." Dean peeked in to see Cas sitting on the edge of the bed, Sam leaning against him.

"Tank you, Cas." Sam tried his best to wrap his arms around Cas in a hug. It caught Cas off guard, and Dean thought it was cute how Cas tried to figure out where to rest his hands to hug Sam in return. "Cas, read?"

"You want me to read to you?" Cas questioned.

Dean chose that moment to come in and rescue the angel. "Okay, Sammy. I brought your bag in. You really shouldn't play with the things in here, so I'm going to put it in your closet so you can't get it."

"De!" Sam hopped off the bed and ran to Dean wrapping his arms around Dean's leg again. "Tank you!"

Dean squatted down next to Sam, pulling him off of his leg. "How are you feeling, Sam?"

"Cas read, peas!" Sam pointed at Cas before crossing his arms over his chest in a huff.

"You want Cas to read to you?" Dean looked over at Cas, who was sitting nervously on Sam's bed. "You might have to ask him really nicely. I heard he likes warm hugs."

Sam nodded and ran back to Cas, stealing his hand. "Cas read!"

"Traitor." Cas whispered at Dean before looking at Sam. "Let's go find a book." He took Sam's hand and led him to the library.

Dean watched as Cas walked away with Sam before pulling out his cell. He quickly swiped through his contacts before pressing the call button.

"Dean." Rowena answered on the first ring. "I'm en route. How's the wee Samuel?"

"Same as he was when he was actually three." Dean let out a sigh. "You got an ETA for me?"

"Ah, yes. About three hours? Had a bit of an issue involving the procuring of Lamia scale." Rowena hummed over the phone. "The last few items I may need are ubiquitous, and I'm sure I can locate them in yer inventory."

"Alright, we'll see you soon then. Just call when you're here so I can let you in." Dean hung up the phone and headed to the library to check on Sam and Cas. He quietly walked down the hallway, stop as he reached the entrance. Dean smiled as he found Cas sitting in one of the comfier chairs with Sam curled up in his lap.

Cas looked up briefly, barely acknowledging Dean's presence before returning to the story he was reading to Sam. "Ceyx was deeply moved, for she loved him no better than he loved her, but his purpose held fast. He felt that he must get counsel from the oracle, and he would not hear of her sharing the perils of the voyage. She had to yield and let him go alone. Her heart was so heavy when she bade him farewell it was as if she foresaw what was to come. She waited on the shore watching the ship until it sailed out of sight."

"Are you seriously reading Ovid to a toddler, Cas?" Dean leaned against the doorway.

"Edith Hamilton's version, but yes." Cas held up the book. "I remember Sam enjoying Greek and Roman mythology."

"He does. But that might be a little above his reading level at the moment." Dean winked at Cas. "Sammy, want to watch cartoons?"

Sam squirmed out of Cas' lap and ran to Dean. "De, up!"

"I'm getting too old for this." Dean picked up Sam and rested him on his hip. "You coming, Cas?"

Cas set the book on the table next to him and stood up, following after Dean. They walked to the kitchen, where Dean set Sam up on one of the seats. "Stay here, Sammy."

Dean ran to his room and grabbed his laptop, checking its charge before heading back to the kitchen. Cas had taken a seat next to Sam, who had started babbling to Cas again. He set his laptop down in front of Sam, opening it to Netflix. "Cas, help him find something to watch? I'm going to make Sammy some grilled cheese for dinner."

Sam's eyes lit up at the mention of grilled cheese, and Dean winced slightly as Sam's gibberish picked back up, louder and faster. He headed over to the fridge and started grabbing out the things he needed. Before long, he heard the sounds of Planet Earth starting, and he turned and looked back at Cas.

"Do not look at me like that, Dean." Cas pointed at Sam. "This was his choice."

"I'm watching you, Cas." Dean pointed back, using the stick of butter in his hand. "I know you and your wily ways."

"Yes, because I'm going to corrupt Sam by letting him watch a show about the forces of nature." Cas sassed in return.

Dean started to reply, but was interrupted by Sam. "Cas! Frog!" Dean shook his head. Yeah, Sam had picked that out himself.

A few minutes later and a plate stacked with grilled cheese in hand, Dean joined Sam and Cas at the table. Cas pulled the laptop back so cheesy fingers - from Sam or Dean - wouldn't get all over it. Together, they ate contently, enjoying the episode that Sam had picked to watch. Once the plate was cleared of all the sandwiches, Cas paused the show. He offered to clean up the dishes while Dean helped Sam wash his face and hands.

Despite it being Sam, a brief thought of having this kind of moment with his own child entered Dean's thoughts. His mind wandered more: sitting at a table with them, eating dinner with them, even helping them with their homework.

Then Dean thought of the child, curled up on Cas' lap, enjoying a story. He thought of him and Cas, tucking their child into bed at night. Dean tried to push that thought out of mind, afraid of lingering on what he thought he couldn't have.

As Dean shooed Sam back into the kitchen and over to Cas, his phone went off. He pulled it out of his pocket and breathed out a silent relief. "Rowena. You're here?"

"Yes, Dean. Come be a dear as promised?" She hung up with a beep, and Dean made his way up to the main entrance. He swung the door wide open. "Ello, Dean." Rowena sashayed past him and entered the bunker. "Where is our wee Samuel?"

"Unless they moved, I left him and Cas in the kitchen." Dean gestured, letting Rowena go first.

"Enjoying a little family time with yer angel?" Rowena looked over her shoulder as she walked down the stairs. "Having a wee taste of what ye think ye cannae have?"

Dean didn't acknowledge her, not trusting his voice to betray how right she was.

"Weena!" Sam jumped out of his chair and ran to Rowena and hugged her leg as she entered the kitchen.

"Can we keep him like this?" Rowena looked at Cas before looking at Dean who walked up next to her. "I know ye've been with him since this happened, but he's so dear." She bent down and booped Sam on the nose, earning a giggle. "And I dun need to look up to him!"

"I don't think a couple more minutes will hurt." Dean shook his head before looking at Cas. "I told you, Sam has always had a way with the ladies."

"So I see, Dean." Cas frowned. "But I do think it's time to make him an adult again. I don't know how much damage there is from the spell."

Sam froze at Cas' comment before bolting from Rowena and clinging to Dean. "No, De! No!"

"Heya, Sammy. What's wrong?" Dean crouched down, and found Sam's arms around his neck, briefly choking him.

"Big is owie." Sam hid his face in Dean's neck, and Dean slowly stood up, holding his little brother in his arms. "Sammy small."

"You wanna stay small, Sammy?" Dean asked, his heart melting for the umpteenth time in 24 hours when Sam nodded into his neck. "But don't you miss being big like me and Cas?" Sam shook his head no.

"Sam," Cas crossed over and rubbed Sam's back. "Do you think being big will be scary?"

Sam pulled back from Dean's neck and looked at Cas and nodded.

"Can I ask what's scary?" Cas continued rubbing the little circles on Sam's back, and Dean had never been more grateful for the angel in his life.

Sam looked like he was deep in thought before he pointed at Cas, then pointed at Dean.

"Me and Cas are scary when you're big?" Dean asked, confused as to why they would be scary when he would be larger than both of them.

"No!" Sam rested his forehead on Dean's shoulder, and Dean could feel his little brother getting frustrated.

"Hey. Hey, Sammy." Dean gently bounced Sam in his arms. "Is it hard not being able to use your words?"

Sam nodded, then pointed at Dean. "Love." Sam pointed at Cas. "Love." He finally pointed at himself. "Love!"

"Sammy, you're my little brother, you know I love you." Dean looked at Cas. "And Cas? He's family. He loves you too." Dean smiled when Cas nodded in agreement. "That's not going to change when you're big again. I promise." Dean turned to Rowena and gestured with his head to come over. "If you go with Rowena, she's going to take good care of you, and when you're back? Me and Cas will prove that nothing's changed."

"No! No, no!" Sam cried out, despite reaching for Rowena. "Weena!"

"Sweet Samuel. I know what you mean. I'm sorry that they're dense." Sam sniffled and hiccoughed into Rowena's shoulder. "Boys, Samuel wants ye both to talk. Why dun ye get comfy in the library, he and I will go to the infirmary? I'll get him right back to his full size." She rested Sam on her hip. "Even though he's adorable like this. I'm half tempted to follow his wishes." Rowena started exiting the kitchen. "Castiel, Dean. Talk."

Dean dragged his hand down his face and followed Rowena out of the kitchen, turning towards the library with Cas behind him. He headed over to the chairs, leaving the one Cas had cuddled up with Sam in earlier, and taking the one next to it. Cas took his original seat and picked up the book he had left on the table.

"Still can't believe you picked one of Ovid's stories to read to a toddler." Dean pointed at the book.

"I read him a love story."

Dean tilted his head to the side in acknowledgment. "I guess that's true."

"You know, Dean. I was thinking." Cas leafed through the book. "About our conversations earlier. How you said that I was good with Sam."

"Realize that I was telling the truth and going to admit it?" Dean turned in the chair and leaned against the arm to get a better look at Cas. "You came right over and started comforting him. You knew exactly what to do, Cas. You didn't even second guess yourself."

"There have been times over the past few years where I've interacted with children. You remember how I was with Nora's baby. I needed you to help me." Cas paused and set the book down. "There were other times where I just moved on instinct."

"Pretty sure that's how most adults are when it comes to kids, Cas."

"What I'm trying to say, is that I enjoyed being Sam's parent for a little bit, even if he was never really my child, and I was never really his parent." Cas frowned. "I have enjoyed co-parenting with you."

"With me?" Dean's heart raced. He bit his tongue, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

Cas nodded. "I believe you would be an amazing father, Dean. I see the man that Sam has turned out to be, and I see how you've been with him today. I want you to find the right person to be that parent with."

"You think I did that?" Dean closed his eyes and swallowed. Images of growing up with Sam flashed through his memories. Teaching Sam to read. Helping him learn how to ride a bike. Helping him with his first heartbreak. "I only did what I wanted my father to do."

"And like I said before, Dean. You know what you missed out on, and you wouldn't want to do that to your child." Cas stood up and offered his hand down.

Dean hesitantly took Cas' hand and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. He took a deep breath. "Cas, I don't have to find someone I'd want that with."

"Oh." Cas frowned. "I figured you wouldn't want to do it alone. But I guess you would have Sam to help. And Rowena appears to be fond of children. Jody would also help, I'm sure, as would Donna. You have a–"

Dean leaned in and kissed Cas, silencing him. It was soft, it was sweet, and Dean hoped that it would deliver his message to Cas. He pulled back, afraid to look in Cas' eyes, afraid to see if he made the biggest mistake in his life. Dean's breath hitched as he felt Cas' finger hook under his chin, lifting it, so their eyes met.

Cas leaned in, his hand moving from Dean's chin to gently cup Dean's cheek. He reclaimed Dean's lips returning the message with his own soft and sweet devotion.

"Ewww. My dads are kissing." Sam's voice whipped through the library, startling Cas and Dean, causing them to pull back abruptly. "I didn't think you got the message."

"I needed to translate for ye. Who knows how long these two would have danced around one another." Rowena stood next to Sam smugly, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Your message?" Dean inquired. "The only tantrum you gave us all day?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah. Cas nailed it pretty early on. I had all my knowledge up here, but the capacity of a toddler can't process all that. The brain isn't developed enough." He pointed at Dean. "Also, delete the damn picture of me eating those pancakes."

"No can do." Dean snaked his arm around Cas waist and pulled him closer. "So the message, before marshmallow brain distracted you?"

"You two have always danced around each other. You both thought that no one knew what you were hiding from each other. Dean, I know you aren't exactly out of the closet, but let's face it, you look at Cas like he hung the moon. Cas looks at you the same way." Sam shook his head. "You two had no qualms about showing that affection, about being domestic when you both had to take care of me. I would have stayed a child if it meant you two stayed like that."

"Why, Sam?" Cas tilted his head in confusion.

Sam pointed at Dean. "He said things wouldn't change when I was big again. My mind processed that as you two going back to the way things were." He smiled softly and shook his head. "Dean's taken care of me all of our lives. It's my turn to make sure he's taken care of. I know you can do that, Cas."

"Aye, his little heart was breaking." Rowena confirmed. "I had to promise him that I'd remind him to talk to ye two when he was an adult again. It appears he didnae have to."

Cas looked at Dean. "So when you say that you wouldn't need to find someone..."

"I meant you, Cas." Dean rested their foreheads together. "It was always you.”

#profoundnet #spncreatorsdaily #writersofdestiel #spnpetra #destiel #deancas #kid fic #rating: teen and up #no warnings #nickel writes #nickel's story time

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Chapter 186: whatever...

Paul’s POV:

After I got Zac all situated, I got a call from John.

(Phone Conversation)

Paul: “Hello?” I said walking out of our room.

John: “Hey Paul! I just wanted to call to see how the kids are doing?”

Paul: “Well, Edward hasn’t showed up yet. But Olivia’s been good. She has been playing with the kids all night, which has given me and Denise a break… They have been playing hide n seek for like an hour” John chuckled

John: “Olivia has always been good at entertaining kids and teenagers”

Paul: “Denise and I have been loving it! no whiney kids complaining they are bored”

John: “well I’m really glad she’s not being a brat… Edward though, he might be another story..” he said sounding a little worried. “He is supposed to be home by 10” I pulled the phone away to look at the time.. it’s 9:51pm.

Paul: “He still has a little time… kids tend to push it to the last minute. And he will be alright John, I’ve taken care of my fair share of stubborn teenagers.”

John: “well, hopefully he won’t be too stubborn” I went and looked out the window and sighed. I can see them outside in a car, kissing.

Paul: “what are your rules around Sam for Edward?”

John: “um.. we just don’t let them close the door. We try to keep an eye on them when he is over.”

Paul: “they are outside making out in the car, Edwards on top of him”

John: “ugh… yeah, they do that a lot, I usually interrupt them and make them stop. But Karie just lets them go at it”

Paul: “well, I think I’m going to go out there, because I want to ask Sam about work today.. so I’ll talk to you later okay? have a fun weekend”

John: “Okay, thank you for this little getaway by the way, Karie and I are excited” I smiled

Paul: “No problem”

(End Of phone conversation)

I put my phone back in my pocket, and then I slipped some shoes on. And then I went outside and I walked across the street to where Sam’s car was parked. They are really going at it. I sighed and tapped on the window. They both jumped and Edward accidently honked the horn before quickly jumping off of Sam’s lap, and getting back into his seat. I chuckled. Sam opened the door..

Sam: “um… Hi” he said awkwardly. I couldn’t see very well, because it’s dark, but I’m positive that both of the boys are blushing, and they are both out of breath.

Paul: “Hi Samuel. that kiss wasn’t very PG” they glanced at each other real quick before looking back at me.

Sam: “uhm… we were just practicing... for are wedding night” He said smiling innocently at me.

Edward: “Sammy!!” Edward exclaimed. Embarrassed by his answer. I chuckled.

Paul: “well, I think you’ve had enough practice” he nodded. it’s probably not ideal to get caught making out in front of your bosses house, I can tell Sam’s getting nervous. so I decided to change the subject “anyway, How did the rest of work go today?”

Sam: “it went good. I cleaned scrubbed the floor in the cafeteria area, I don’t think that floor had ever been even mopped before. It took up quite a bit of the rest of my day. but it looks so much better! Did you know those floors were actually white?!” I chuckled

Paul: “nope, I didn’t know that. You are doing a good job Sam, I’m glad I hired you” He smiled really big.

Sam: “thank you so much!”

Paul: “Was Edward good over there?” Edward bit his lip and Sam looked at him.

Sam: “ye-yeah he was”

Paul: “mmhm.. sure he was. he is looking a little nervous over there” I said chuckling.

Edward: “You can’t prove anything Paul. I was a perfect angel” he said smiling at me. I rolled my eyes.

Paul: “I don’t believe you at all, However you are right, I can’t prove it. but it’s time to come inside now” He nodded and he hugged Sam quickly. before getting out of the car.

Sam: “Bye Edward, I love you”

Edward: “I love you too Sammy” he said opening the back door and grabbing his stuff. I waved to Sam, and then we walked inside.

Paul: “you can put your shoes in that closet right there” he nodded and Opened the door, and he screamed and threw his shoe, and then the next thing I know, I hear crying.

Edward: “Oh my gosh! Joey! I’m soo sorry!” he said with wide eyes. I quickly walked over to the closet. Joey was sitting in there hiding, because the kids are still playing hide in seek, and Edward just threw a shoe at his him, hard. I leaned down and picked him up.

Paul: “Joey, it’s okay buddy” I said carrying him over to the couch. I sat down with him in my lap.

Edward: “I-I didn’t mean it… he s-scared me”

Paul: “I know it was just an accident, it’s okay” he nodded but I could tell he feels awful. “Where does it hurt Joey?” I asked pushing him back a little so I could see his face. he was covering his mouth “Let me see” I said pulling his hands away. looks like he got a fat lip from it. It’s already a little swelled up. I sighed “Are you okay baby?” he nodded.

Joe: “y-yea” I smiled and leaned forward and kissed his forehead and then Edward came and sat next to us.

Edward: “Joey…. I’m so sorry I threw the shoe at you” I could tell by his face that he feels horrible

Joe: “It’s o-okay” he said reaching his arms out to Edward and he Immediately hugged joey. “do you w-wanna play hide in seek with us?” I smiled

Edward: “yes” Joey pulled away and smiled and he got off my lap and they ran out of the room together. It’s always something.. I got up and found Denise in the laundry room.

Paul: “hey”

Denise: “Hey, have you checked on Zac yet?” I nodded.

Paul: “his temp hasn’t gone down at all. I gave him some more medicine.” She nodded and she threw some clothes in the dryer “I’m sorry we couldn’t go out on a date tonight Denise”

Denise: “it’s okay. we have our hands full tonight anyway, we will go soon” I smiled and nodded. we let the kids stay up until the younger ones started getting grumpy, and then we decided it was bed time. We let them make a big bed on the Livingroom floor though, which they really like to do on the weekends when we have other kids stay the night. The kids let Edward pick a movie, since he hasn’t seen a lot of the Disney movies.

Paul: “Frankie, come here” I said when I noticed that his little pajama pants were on inside out.

Frankie: “dadddy, I’m going to miss the moviee” he whined as he walked over to me. I chuckled. He has seen that movie like 50 times since we adopted him.

Paul: “did you get in your pajamas yourself?” I asked, already knowing the answer. He nodded his head. “Did you put a pullup on?”

Frankie: “yes…” he said biting his little lip. I sighed and reached behind him to pat his bottom to check. And then when I didn’t feel the patting I glared at him

Paul: “Franklin Nathaniel Jonas! You don’t lie to me!”

Frankie: “But Daddy! I don’t want to wear it! I’m seven now!” he whined, looking up at me with pleading eyes.

Paul: “Frankie, you need to wake up dry for 6 days before you don’t have to wear them anymore… How many days have you been dry?”

Frankie: “none” he said looking down.

Paul: “go get a pullup, and bring it to me”

Frankie: “I don’t want too” he whined.

Paul: “Right now Franklin!” I said as Denise walked into the room. he pouted and left the room.

Denise: “what was that about?” she said setting the basket of clothes down to begin folding them.

Paul: “He lied to me about wearing his pullup” she sighed.

Denise: “did you spank him?”

Paul: “not yet… do you think we are doing the wrong thing by making him wear them?”

Denise: “He needs them”

Paul: “I know… but they really embarrass him. Do you think we should just deal with the extra laundry every day?” she shook her head no.

Denise: “Every time he pees the bed, and he isn’t wearing a pullup, he cries. I think that’s more embarrassing for him then the pullups are.” I sighed

Paul: “I guess so” Frankie came back with a pouty little face, and he handed me his pullup, and I grabbed it from him and then I picked him up and tucked him under my arm as I walked over to the table. I sat down and put him over my lap

Frankie: “Nooo!!” He cried kicking his little feet. I sighed

Paul: “You are getting a spanking for lying to daddy” I said pulling his pajamas and his big boy underwear all the way off.

Frankie: “nooo spanks! Daddy! I bee good!” he whined, starting to hit my leg, I sighed. I sat his pullup on the table and then I brought my hand down on his bottom just hard enough to get his attention.

Paul: “stop kicking and hitting Franklin! You are getting a spanking because you lied to me, and if you don’t stop throwing a fit, you won’t get to stay up and watch a movie with the kids, you’ll go straight to bed upstairs by yourself” I said sternly, he stopped kicking and hitting. “Okay, now after your spanking, you’re going to go try to go potty, and then you’re putting that pullup on. Got it?”

Frankie: “y-yeesss daddy!” he cried. I sighed and pulled him a little closer and then I started his spanking. Denise sighed and picked up his underwear and then she left the room with them. smack smack smackk smack “OWWIE! Daddddy” smack smack smack smack smack. it’s harder to spank frankie, because he is so little, and his cries go right to my heart. but I know that I have to stay firm with him. smack smack smack!

Paul: “Lying” SMACK “is” SMACK “naughty” SMACK “Frankie” SMACK SMACK SMACK! “I can’t trust what you say if you lie to me” I said tipping him forward to get his sit spots. He is bawling his eyes out now. And I sighed. And landed about 10 more smacks before I pulled him up into my arms. he sobbed into my chest.

Frankie: “I’m sorrrryy d-d-daaaady! I w-wear it now” he sobbed. I rubbed his back.

Paul: “I didn’t spank you because you weren’t wearing it Frankie, I spanked you because you lied to me”

Frankie: “I’m s-s-so-sorry I lied” he sobbed, holding me tighter. I frowned and kissed the top of his head.

Paul: “your forgiven now baby, I love you”

Frankie: “I l-love you too!” I grabbed his pullup and I started putting it on him. I got his feet, in but then it ended up being backwards. I sighed and pulled it back off of his feet and then I turned it around and I pulled it up his legs and he cried out and reached back when I pulled it up over his sore bottom. “Dadddy hurtss” he whined. I grabbed his hand and pulled it away from his bottom.

Paul: “I know baby, no rubbing though” he whimpered and grabbed my shirt again. I grabbed his pants and I put them on him, and then I stood up and carried him into the bathroom. “time to try to go potty frankie” he nodded and I stood him up on the floor. He is still crying pretty hard, but I think some of it is from being over tired. He went pee and then I made him wash his hands, and then I picked him up and carried him into the living room. When the kids saw us they all frowned. I know they all heard his spanking. “Who do you want to lay with Frankie?”

Frankie: “E-Edward” I looked over at the kids and Edward smiled and made a spot beside him by pushing Olivia over. I chuckled.

Paul: “look at me” Frankie reluctantly pulled away from me, and he wiped at his tears that were still falling. “it’s not playtime anymore, it’s night night time, okay?” he pouted and nodded. “So lay down and watch the movie, or go to sleep, no playing”

Frankie: “o-oo-okay Daddy” I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “I lo-love you d-daddy”

Paul: “I love you too baby” I said stepping over some of the kids. and then I laid him down next to Edward and Kevin tossed me his blanket. So I covered him up.

Frankie: “am I s-still your f-favorite kid daddy?” that got the attention from all my other kids. I chuckled.

Paul: “I love you all equally”

Nick: “Daaaddy, you have to pick one of us”

Paul: “I’m daddy, I don’t have to do anything” I said grabbing some more blankets and covering up the rest of the kids. and then I told them goodnight and then I walked away.

Frankie: “My butt hurts” I heard him whine.

Edward: “mine too” Edward said. I rolled my eyes and turned off the light.

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NEXT MORNING Taylor’s POV:

I woke up to someone kind of kicking my side. Which slowly pulled me out of a deep sleep. I opened my eyes and looked around confused. Demi is wiggling around, whimpering, and kicking and hitting.

Taylor: “Demi?” I asked confused. It took me a second to realize that she’s having a nightmare or something. “Sissy!” I said shaking her a little. she screamed and tried to get away from me and she fell off the bed. and we both stared at each other with wide eyes. I gasped and sat up. “Sissy, it’s okay, it was just a nightmare” I said softly. she immediately started sobbing. I frowned and I got off the bed and got on the floor right in front of her. “It’s okay Demi, you are safe” I whispered. She leaned forward into my chest and started sobbing brokenly into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and rocked her right there on the floor until she calmed down. and she fell back to sleep, so I carefully lifted her up, and put her back in bed. and then I climbed in next to her and I fell back to sleep too. Much later in the day, when I woke up again, Demi was sitting on the floor doing her makeup. I sighed and rolled over and buried my face into her pillow. Not wanting to wake up yet.

Demi: “you need to get out of my room, because my friends are on their way over” I groaned.

Taylor: “But I don’t wanna” I whined.

Demi: “okay, try to sleep through girly gossip, but I’m not stopping Allison from putting makeup on you” I pouted.

Taylor: “Just five more minutes” I mumbled.

Demi: “your choice” she said giggling. I slowly drifted off to sleep. When I woke up the next time they were singing loud and obnoxiously. I rolled over and glared at them. Alison and Demi were both dancing and singing into their hairbrushes.

Taylor: “Why areee girls like thiiis?” I whined they both turned around and rolled their eyes at me.

Demi: “Alison was totally checking you out while you were sleeping” Alison pushed Demi and Demi laughed. I sat up. suddenly feeling super insecure about going to bed shirtless.

Taylor: “I’m in a relationship Alison. Tay would come for you if she knew you-”

Tay: “if I knew what?” she said wobbling in. her belly is really really starting to show a lot and it’s sooo cute! Her hair is up in a messy bun, and she’s wearing sweats and a hoodie, but she’s sooo beautiful. I smiled really big and jumped up and hugged her. I had nooo idea she was coming over, and now I’m so happy!

Taylor: “Hey babe, how are you feeling?”

Tay: “chubby” I laughed and pulled away a little

Taylor: “You are the hottest girl I have ever seen” I said smiling at her.

Tay: “right now? Yeah right”

Taylor: “do you guys agree?” I said looking over at the girls. They both nodded.

Alison: “You are goals Tay!”

Demi: “Yeah, I agree, you are cute!” she said walking over and feeling tay’s tummy. “how is little baby Alexander doing?”

Tay: “Ugh… hopefully he is doing good, he is making me feel miserable though” I frowned. I hate how sick she is, and being unable to help. “were you guys talking about me?”

Demi: “Alison was just being creepy” Tay laughed

Tay: “Stay away from my man, Ali”

Alison: “he is hot, but don’t worry girl, I’ll admire from far away”

Tay: “Are you serious? You can admire your black eyes if you don’t keep them off my man” she said grumpily. She pulled me back into her arms protectively, and demi and I both laughed.

Taylor: “told you she’d come for you” I mumbled.

Alison: “okay okay! I’m sorry! Geesh! Hormonal much” Tay rolled her eyes.

Demi: “You need to go out Taylor, I invited them over for girl talk” I shook my head no.

Taylor: “why can’t I stay for girl talk? I talked to you about boys last night, I can handle it” Demi laughed and shook her head.

Demi: “You’re my big brother, I don’t want to talk to you about some stuff”

Alison: “Yeah, you gots to go” she said laughing.

Taylor: “I don’t want too, I want to stay here and hug my girl” I whined hiding my face in her shoulder.

Demi: “I’m going to tell on you if you don’t go” ughh… I know that if she tells on me, I’m getting in trouble. I pulled away from Tay, and I looked at her

Taylor: “can I please stay?”

Demi: “No” she said sternly. I pouted, and she rolled her eyes. “Dad was going to come up here and get you soon anyway, because Paul and Denise need a babysitter”

Taylor: “for what?”

Demi: “a lunch date”

Taylor “why can’t Olivia babysit? She’s there”

Demi: “because she’s coming over here”

Taylor: “oh.. are you going to be here when I get back?” I asked Tay. She nodded.

Tay: “I’ll be here all day” she said smiling at me. I smiled back at her. and then Demi shooed me out of her room.

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Zac’s POV:

Ugh, I feel way worse today then I felt last night. I can’t breathe out of my nose, and my throat is killing me, and I woke Paul and Denise up with my coughing several times last night, I felt so bad. I tried to tell them I would go upstairs or in the guest room, but they just hushed me and told me to go back to sleep.

Denise: “Zac, are you hungry?” I shook my head no. “are you sure?” she said feeling my forehead. I nodded.

Zac: “My throat hurts too bad” I said in my raspy voice. she frowned.

Denise: “how about I get some warm soup?” I shook my head no. “you need to eat something honey” she said moving her hand from my forehead to the side of my face. I’ve been in bed all morning, cuddling with my puppy, and with Mufasa. I pulled away from Denise and I coughed into my arm, and then I groaned from the pain in my throat.

Zac: “can I have a popsicle?”

Denise: “I don’t think we have any, but I’ll check, and if we don’t I’ll have Paul go get you some okay?” I nodded, and she kissed the top of my head before walking out of the room. Paul took my phone away last night. but I think I saw him put it on the dresser. So I untangled myself from the blankets and from the dogs. And then I crawled out of bed, and went and got my phone and then I ran back over and jumped into their bed. I have like 3 miss calls from my dad, so I called him back, and I nervously bounced my leg up and down waiting for him to answer.

(Phone Conversation)

Dave: “Hello?”

Zac: “Hey Dad… um… you called?”

Dave: “Zac, I miss you, I want to see you” my eyes teared up.

Zac: “really?”

Dave: “Yes. I’m sorry for last night”

Zac: “it’s okay daddy, I want to see you too, can you come over?”

Dave: “I don’t want to come over there Zac” he said sighing. I looked down at my puppy…

Zac: “you don’t?” I said trying not to let my hurt come into my voice

Dave: “I want you to come over here”

Zac: “okay, I’ll ask Paul”

Dave: “No, I don’t want to see him, He doesn’t do anything but Judge me”

Zac: “but I want to see you…”

Dave: “then come see me, I didn’t say I didn’t want you to come, I just want you to come alone” oh no…

Zac: “Dad I c-cant… Paul, He won’t let me come alone” I said softly.

Dave: “I’m going to go to jail Zac, I’m not going to be able to see you again, if you care about me, you’ll find a way”

Zac: “I’ll sneak out… I’ll come see you daddy, I’ll be there soon okay? please don’t start drinking, dad?” I asked nervously.

Dave: “I won’t… bye”

Zac: “bye daddy”

(End of Phone Call)

I hung up and I bit my lip and looked around. Paul and Denise are for sure going to know if I leave, Denise is supposed to come back with a popsicle soon… but My dad’s going to start drinking soon, and if he starts drinking he is going to get mean again… so I have to go now.

Kevin: “Zac?” he said knocking on the door.

Zac: “yeah?”

Kevin: “we found a popsicle” he said walking over with a red one. I smiled and took it from him.

Zac: “thank you”

Kevin: “Mom and Dad are going on a date, they said they would buy you some more on their way home”

Zac: “so are we staying home alone?”

Kevin: “no, Taylor is coming over, because Olivia is going to hang out with Demi”

Zac: “Can you tell Taylor that I’m going to just stay in here and nap, and that I already took medicine and everything, so I don’t need anything?”

Kevin: “yeah, we will leave you alone” he said smiling “I hope you feel better soon”

Kevin: “thanks Kev. How long do you think they will be on a date for?” Kevin shrugged.

Kevin: “probably a couple hours, I don’t know” I nodded, and he gave me a quick hug before leaving the room. I know as soon as they get home they will probably come check on me. so, I need to run over to my dad’s and make it home before they get back... Ugh. This isn’t going to work out well for my backside… I got up and I stuffed some pillows under the covers to try to make it look like I was under the blankets sleeping, and then I changed my clothes really quick. I put my popsicle on their dresser, and then I climbed on top of it, because their dresser is underneath their window. I opened the window and Mufasa barked. I jumped, and my eyes went wide.

Zac: “Moo! You’re going to get me in trouble!” I whined. “Shh!” he wagged his tail and hopped down from the bed and I groaned. “You are supposed to be on my side Mufasa… please be quiet?” I mumbled, reaching down to pet him for a couple seconds. And then I went back to opening up the window. it’s kind of cold out today. I shivered. And Mufasa started licking my feet. I don’t have any shoes in here. “ew! Mufasa!” I yelped out, pulling my feet away from him. “I promise I’ll be right back… please go lay down Moo” He whined for a second, before walking away and hoping up on the bed and twirling around for a second before laying down. I smiled and grabbed my Popsicle,and then I took the screen out of the window, and then I climbed out, and quietly shut the window.

Rachel: “Hey Zac” I jumped and turned around to look at her with wide eyes. she has a dog on a leash, and the dogs peeing on a bush.

Zac: “God Rachel! You scared me” I whispered.

Rachel: “what are you doing?”

Zac: “um.. nothing”

Rachel: “the door would probably be easier” she said laughing.

Zac: “please don’t tell anyone?”

Rachel: “I won’t, but… aren’t your foot cold?” I nodded.

Zac: “a little bit” I said smiling at her. “umm… do you have a bike Rachel?”

Rachel: “yes?”

Zac: “Can I please borrow it for like an hour? I’ll bring it right back I promise!” I asked giving her my puppy dog eyes. she laughed and nodded.

Rachel: “yeah, you can borrow it”

Zac: “thank you Rachel” I said smiling at her. I followed her out front, so that she could get it out of her garage. I’m feeling soo nervous right now because Paul and Denise’s car is still outside, so they haven’t left yet, and I know they could walk out any second… and I hope they don’t decide to check on me before they leave. I bit my lip.

Rachel: “are you okay?”

Zac: “yes, I just… don’t want to get in trouble... Kevin’s parents are kind of strict” she nodded in understanding. I think Kevin talks to her about it a lot. We got her bike out and I gave her a quick hug, and then I got on her bike and quickly took off, before I got caught. Ugh when you’re sick, I think the last thing you want to do is ride a bike in the cold. the Popsicle is helping my throat feel better though.

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Drakes POV:

Dan: “is he still asleep?” I heard Dan say.

Matt: “yeah he is”… no I’m not.

Dan: “he went to bed really early though, didn’t he?”

Drake: “I’m awake” I mumbled. Rolling over onto my back and wincing from the pain in my backside.

Dan: “are you okay Drake?” He said walking over to me.

Drake: “yes, I’m okay” I said sitting up.

Dan: “Do you want to go over to the Jonas house with Taylor? he is going to babysit” I bit my lip, there is no way Taylor wants me to go with him.

Drake: “can I just go home instead?” he frowned

Dan: “Are you sure Drake?... You can stay here, you don’t have to go, I just thought you would want to see them” he said softly.

Drake: “I just want to go home…”

Dan: “but your dads going to be asleep all day”

Drake: “I won’t bother him, I promise… I’ll stay in my room”

Dan: “Drake… why though? what’s wrong?”

Matt: “yeah, why are you acting so weird?”

Drake: “I’m not acting weird”

Dan: “yes you are… are you mad at me?”

Drake: “No, I’m not mad at anyone...”

Dan: “you were JUST saying how nervous you were about moving, because you were scared you weren’t ever going to see us, and you were scared it was going to be lonely, and now you don’t even want to be here… what happened Drake?” he asked confused.

Drake: “nothing happened, I just… I’m kind of excited to have my own room and stuff” I lied.

Dan: “I don’t believe you…” I groaned and laid back down and rolled over onto my side. My butt hurts so much. “I know something is wrong, but I’m not going to force you to talk about it, but you know you can talk to me about anything right?” I nodded.

Drake: “yes sir… so can I go home then?” he sighed and nodded.

Dan: “I guess so… I don’t want you to go, but if you really want to, you can”

Drake: “I do want to…” I mumbled. He nodded.

Dan: “okay, I’ll call your dad and make sure he unlocks the door, if he answers Taylor will drop you off over there”

Drake: “thank you” he nodded again and left the room.

Matt: “Drake… what the heck?” He said sitting up. “you are acting… dumb” I rolled my eyes.

Drake: “I just want to go home” I said pouting. he sighed

Matt: “whatever” he mumbled, getting up and leaving the room. He hates me too… The ride to my house was pretty awkward. Taylor didn’t really say anything to me. I got out of his truck, and I went to get out, but he grabbed my arm, so I looked back at him.

Taylor: “I think you are coming back later tonight, so we will talk then, okay?” I nodded, and got out, and he drove away… I frowned and went up to our apartment.

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Taylor’s POV:

I’m actually glad I got put on babysitting duty today, because I miss my brothers, I have been playing with them for a little bit. We played a board game together and then we started building card houses on the table, Nick actually managed to build the coolest card house, before Frankie accidently bumped it and it fell down. Joe walked back into the room and climbed into my lap.

Taylor: “Joseph... what’s all over your face? what were you eating?”

Joe: “nothing!” he said trying to wipe his face. I raised my eyebrow at him

Taylor: “were you eating ice cream?” His eyes went wide. “I’m going to tell on you” I said before he could answer.

Joe: “Nooo Tayyyylor!” he whined. “please don’t tell on mee”

Taylor: “are you still grounded from eating ice cream?”

Nick: “Yes, he has a week in a half left”

Joe: “but I only had a little bit”

Taylor: “No ice cream for you, unless we give it to you, not even a little bit” I said swatting the side of his thigh. he pouted and rubbed his leg where I hit him. “go wash your face”

Joe: “save my seat?” he asked hopeful. I smiled at him

Taylor: “your seat? Since when did my lap become your couch?”

Joe: “since the day you became my biggest brother” I chuckled

Taylor: “I’ll save your seat” he smiled and hopped off my lap, and left the room. “why do you guys have ice-cream in the house if Joey can’t have it? that’s kinda mean”

Nick: “Rachel brought some over for Kevin, because he was sad that day and she wanted to cheer him up” I raised my eyebrow and looked over at Kevin, and he blushed and looked down. it’s so cute seeing him have such a big crush on a girl. But I also feel kind of protective of him, because I don’t want him to get hurt again. when Kari cheated on him, I think it hurt him way more then he let on. He is kind of a different person now because of it. Joey came back with a clean face and he sat back in my lap.

Taylor: “what happened to your face buddy?” I said just noticing the little bruise.

Edward: “I went to put my stuff away last night, and he was hiding in the closet, because they were playing, and I got scared and I accidentally threw a shoe at him” Edward said pouting “I still feel awful”

Taylor: “awh, poor baby” I said pulling him close and kissing the top of his head.

Joe: “I told you like 3 million times that I’m okay Edward!” I chuckled. “are you going to tell my parents that I stole some of Kevy’s ice cream?” Joe said changing the subject and looking up at me with wide eyes.

Taylor: “No, I won’t tell them, but only if you continue to be a good boy today” he smiled and nodded.

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Zac’s POV:

I got to my dad’s house, and I knocked on the door. It took him awhile to answer. For a minute I wasn’t sure if he was even home. But eventually he did come to the door.

Zac: “Hey dad” I said smiling at him. he smiled and stepped back, and let me in. I knew he probably didn’t answer the door because he was probably trying to clean up alcohol bottles, because I see a couple that he tried to hide, but I didn’t say anything about it. we sat on the couch and he started talking to me about a woman that he is dating. He says she wants to meet me someday, and to be honest, I’m not really interested in meeting anyone that he dates. But I listened anyway. “I would love to meet her someday” I lied. Dad smiled

Dave: “So how has things been with that family of yours?”

Zac: “it’s going good, I like Kevin and Joe’s family a lot”

Dave: “Are they good to you? do they treat you well?” I nodded.

Zac: “yeah they do daddy” I said softly, looking down. this is kind of awkward for me because last night he told me I wasn’t his son anymore. And now he is being caring, and it’s confusing and kind of painful for me… I wish he wouldn’t be like this… I love him so much. And I know that he loves me too, sometimes. But most of the time he hates my guts.

Dave: “how are you doing in school?” he asked getting up, he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer, and came back and sat down next to me, and he popped it open. I looked down to try to hide my frown caused by him drinking... I haven’t even been here 10 minutes and he is already drinking? does he hate me that much?

Zac: “schools boring, but I’m doing well, my grades have gotten a little better”

Dave: “Good. So you’re sick? you look like shit”

Zac: “Yeah, I’m fine though. I um… I got a dog” I said looking over at him.

Dave: “They got you a dog?”

Zac: “yeah! He is cute, I love him” Dad shook his head and he downed his whole beer.

Dave: “that’s a little fucked up”

Zac: “t-the dog?” I said confused

Dave: “they are trying to bribe you into staying with them. you are my son”

Zac: “um.. they a-aren’t trying to bribe me…” I said getting nervous. “I’m just… I think I.. I think we-“ I don’t even know what to say, I’m so scared of making him mad at me. “I’ve always wanted a dog, and I found a puppy that was abandoned, and they already had a dog that needed a friend… So if I left, they would probably keep my dog” I said starting to feel sad. I really don’t want to think about losing my puppy ever.

Dave: “do you think you are ever going to move back in with me?” Hell no… I thought. But I would never say that to him.

Zac: “um… I don’t know dad, maybe” I said softly. “so... what are your plans for the day?” I said changing the subject awkwardly. Dad went and got another beer. And I took a deep breath. there’s so much tension, and I’m kind of scared. I feel unsafe, and super vulnerable, and kind of defenseless here. It’s crazy how much safer, and at home I feel with the Jonas family then I feel here with mine. I bit my lip and when he came back he had me show him how to do some stuff on his computer, because he isn’t very good with computers. And then my phone rang, making both of us kind of jump, I think he jumped because I jumped. I pulled my phone out of my pocket… it’s Taylor… damn it. I glanced over at my dad “uh.. Dad, I’ll be right back” he nodded and I went and shut myself in the bathroom, and I answered the phone on Taylor’s second time calling.

(Phone Conversation)

Zac: “Hello?”

Taylor: “Zachary David Alexander Efron” I winced at him yelling my full name in my ear. “Where are you??”

Zac: “my d-dads going to court on Monday… I needed to see him.” I mumbled.

Taylor: “BY YOURSELF?!?!” he yelled…

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