Dean's arms were folded over his chest, but when Castiel's eyes met his, he reached out to wrap his hands around his husband's waist instead. "That was one hell of a story you told our little boy."
"True story." Castiel smiled, his eyes glinting. "Right down to the princess part."
"I hate you." Dean leaned in and kissed his mouth gently. "Guess I could have been an evil stepmother."
"That's right, Dean. Count your blessings." Slinging an arm around him, Castiel squeezed Dean close for a moment. "House locked up?"
"Mm-hm. Safe and sound for another night." It was Dean's last remaining quirk -- he locked the house up tight, made sure the wards and symbols on the walls were unbroken, turned on the alarm and switched off the lights. Castiel allowed it because it gave Dean security, but tonight, in the wake of the story, he appreciated more than ever that they'd managed to carve a life out for themselves away from the world of monsters and narrow escapes and rescues. They'd already lived a lifetime of fairy tales -- it was time that they took their rightful place in storybooks and let Dean, Castiel, and their son live in normality, reality and peace.
"Good," he said. "Let's go to bed, Your Majesty."
Dean chuckled. "You're such a kidder in your old age."
"Who's kidding?" But Castiel's lips were twitching beneath the words. Dean just sighed and nuzzled his cheek, and together they headed off in pursuit of their own sweet dreams.
Re: Once Upon a Time and Happily Ever After 2/2
"I'm a princess, huh?"
Dean's arms were folded over his chest, but when Castiel's eyes met his, he reached out to wrap his hands around his husband's waist instead. "That was one hell of a story you told our little boy."
"True story." Castiel smiled, his eyes glinting. "Right down to the princess part."
"I hate you." Dean leaned in and kissed his mouth gently. "Guess I could have been an evil stepmother."
"That's right, Dean. Count your blessings." Slinging an arm around him, Castiel squeezed Dean close for a moment. "House locked up?"
"Mm-hm. Safe and sound for another night." It was Dean's last remaining quirk -- he locked the house up tight, made sure the wards and symbols on the walls were unbroken, turned on the alarm and switched off the lights. Castiel allowed it because it gave Dean security, but tonight, in the wake of the story, he appreciated more than ever that they'd managed to carve a life out for themselves away from the world of monsters and narrow escapes and rescues. They'd already lived a lifetime of fairy tales -- it was time that they took their rightful place in storybooks and let Dean, Castiel, and their son live in normality, reality and peace.
"Good," he said. "Let's go to bed, Your Majesty."
Dean chuckled. "You're such a kidder in your old age."
"Who's kidding?" But Castiel's lips were twitching beneath the words. Dean just sighed and nuzzled his cheek, and together they headed off in pursuit of their own sweet dreams.