no-more-myself-only-you:

mariosuperhomo:

so are we just going to ignore this or…

Like fathers, like daughter

puppycastiel:

Claire outwardly complaining about Dean and Cas, how totally sappy and gross they are, but inwardly she sort of loves it because they’re really a family now.

Claire taking selfies where Dean and Cas are in the background, usually doing a ton of staring and making heart eyes at each other. They don’t notice her taking these but Sam sees and joins in occasionally. There’s one where they’re making vomit faces while Dean has Cas crowded against the kitchen counter. There are pancakes burning beside them and when Claire posts it on Instagram, she puts, ‘Dads burned breakfast again! We ate cereal for the fifth time this week.’

Claire getting really sad when Dean and Cas argue because the bunker gets so quiet that it’s actually unnerving. Sam tries taking her out for mini golf, except it doesn’t help since that’s her and Dean’s thing. When Dean and Cas realize how she’s feeling, they apologize profusely and pull her in for a hug. (Sam goes for it too because, well, it’s a hug. They’re all making up for lost time.) Dean and Cas take a cue from the incident to not have Claire hear any future arguments. They resolve it right away or go for a drive so they can talk, while Sam and Claire find an activity that’s their thing, which turns out to be: going to craft fairs.

Claire being pretty skeptical at first because… a craft fair sounds kind of boring. But she quickly falls in love with browsing for trinkets and later decides to make crafts herself. She has a knack for jewelry and accessories, makes Cas a pair of bee-shaped cuff links. She also gives Sam a moose-shaped charm for his key ring and Dean a little put-put golf club that he hangs on Baby’s mirror.

Claire having a family to hug, to wish her sweet dreams, before she heads off to bed every night. One wall of her room is covered in selfies she printed out, and there’s a proper family photo on her bedside table, framed and all. She says hi to Mom and Dad up in Heaven and tells them about her day, how they might be adopting a dog (Dean’s nearly persuaded). She says “I love you, I miss you” like always and snuggles with Grumpy Cat under the covers. She drifts off to sleep with a smile on her lips, warm and loved by two hunters and an angel. She has peaceful dreams, knowing that Cas, Dean, and Sam are just a few doors down, protecting her, looking out for her, and giving her a second chance at family.

castiel-left-his-mark-on-me:

Dean: Seriously, will you just hurry up, Cas? I hate malls.

Cas: I want to find her the perfect gift. It is the first birthday I am experiencing of hers after all.

Dean: Yeah, but a girl like Claire doesn’t want glittery lotion and crap. She’s tough. Ya know, she’s rough around the edges.

Cas: Well, what about this store? It looks “rough around the edges”.

Dean: Whatever man, just hurry up. The smell of that Cinnabon is starting to make me queasy.

Cas: This store looks like it caters to hunters.

Dean: Cheap, tacky hunters maybe … although, that is kind of a cool shirt.

Cas: We’re not here for you Dean.

Dean: I know … just hurry up!

Cas: What about this necklace?

Dean: Too chunky. She would never wear that.

Cas: Okay, well what about this poster. This young man looks to be relatively handsome and about Claire’s age. Maybe she would like to look at him. That is what teenage girls do, correct? Look at boys they find “cute”?

Dean: I dunno, man. But where the hell is she going to hang a poster? She doesn’t exactly have a picket fence around her motel room.

Cas: Well, what would you suggest, then?

Dean: How about this pissed off looking cat doll? Ya know, since she’s so pissy all the time.

Cas: That’s perfect.

Dean: Cas, I was joking … Cas … Cas, don’t really buy her that. Cas?