deancasbigbang:

Title: Immune To Your Consultations

Author: Pinkmink

Artist: Dmsilvisart

Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Cas, Kaia/Claire (minor Sam/Rowena)
Wordcount: 20000
Warnings/Tags: Canon Minor Character Death, Fireman!Dean, Architect!Cas, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Reckless use of Shakespeare, Disability
Posting: 11/27/2018

Summary:

Being orphans makes for strange bedfellows, but Claire and Jack consider themselves lucky to have found one another. Unfortunately, their combined brand of mischief is a thorn in the side of their adoptive parents. When they meet, there’s no chance for Castiel and Dean to find anything to admire about the other – given that they blame each other’s kid for their own’s sudden misbehavior. But when Jack’s bio Dad throws himself back into the picture, they find that the strongest bonds of family are sometimes the ones you pick.

---

The key to the Impala slides easily into the lock but he hesitates before turning it – there’s a crunch in the gravel behind him. One glance over his shoulder and he’s met with a ice-blue glare.

“Are you kidding me?” he pulled the key free and stuck it back into his pocket, turning to face Castiel. His arms crossed automatically. “You’re actually waiting for me in the parking lot? What is this, high school?”

Castiel frowned, his hands open as he gestures around him. “Yes Dean, this is in fact a high school. I thought we could discuss this issue without any further distractions.”

“What’s there to discuss? Your kid is a looney, and I want to keep her as far away from Jack as possible.”

Castiel stepped back like he’d been slapped. “Claire is not a ‘looney’.” he grumbled. “She’s had a very hard life and she was doing just fine until Jack came along and egged her on. He’s a terrible influence on her.”

Dean could feel the blood rushing to the tips of his ears. He should put an end to this right now and ditch this guy like a bad habit, but something stubborn and angry inside of him kept his feet rooted and his fists clenched at his side. “Jack never broke a single rule until your delinquent daughter came around,” he spit.

Castiel narrowed his eyes. Which shouldn’t be as hot as it is. “I’m a reasonable man, Mr. Winchester,” he began, his voice low. “But that is the last time I will listen to you insult my niece.”

Everything inside of Dean was screaming at him to walk away, but there was something so tempting about taking a step forward towards Castiel, almost like a threat. The guy was pissing him off in just the right way, pushing just the right buttons. He wanted to punch him, half because he was pissed and half – something else. Just out of his reach. But strong as an ocean current.

He stepped forward.

In a flash, Castiel was on him. Credit where credit is due, the guy didn’t look nearly as strong as he was – Dean’s back slammed against the side of the Impala, one of Castiel’s arms at his throat, the other pinning his bicep to the warm metal. And – oh. Castiel’s face was suddenly much closer. Sharp angels, flared nostrils, pinched eyebrows but – more of that blue. A nuanced blue, this close up, like a stormy sky, edged in black. His lips were full, and pulled back into a snarl.

“Fighting me would be a mistake, Dean.” he growled.