Cock block Destiel x child reader

Dean shut the bedroom door behind him and faced Cas, his husband, with a warm smile.

"Cas."

Cas looked up from his book. A gentle smile made its way onto his face. He closed the book setting it aside.

"Yes Dean?"

(Y/N) is finally asleep."

Silence lingered in the air as the two men stared at one another, permanent smiles on their faces. Dean went over to the bed, practically jumping, and forced his lips against his husbands. Cas let out a groan and smiled deeper into the kiss. Cas put a hand up to Dean"s chest. He tugged at the man's shirt.

Dean grazed his lips gently. Two strong, calloused hands ran up his sides and pulled him closer. Passionate green eyes stared into Cas's as he purred with delight, pausing for a brief moment to merely enjoy his presence; his nicely toned body grinded up against his, the warmth in both their groins growing with lust and desire.

"Dean." Cas moaned, finally removing his shirt. He smiled,  pausing for a moment as he took in the bare torso before him.

"Papa. . ." A hoarse voice whined.

Dean groaned, pulling himself away from his partner.

"Yes (Y/N)?" Cas answered, his voice quivering.

"Can I sleep with you? My throat hurts." You whined.

"Of course you can sweetie."
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"Dean! Relax, it's not like I haven't taken care of (Y/N) before." Sam said, sitting on the couch with you in his lap. You laughed as you ran your fingers through his lengthy hair.

"Fine. . . Just don't call unless it's really important."

"Dean." Both his younger brother and his husband.

Dean starts the Impala. Cas chuckles, leaning over, kissing Dean on the cheek. Dean chuckles, backing out of the drive way. Cas leans, over, pressing his lips against Dean's neck. Dean lets out a soft moan, gripping the steering wheel tight.

"Cas. . . I-. ." He grinds his teeth as he tries to focus on the road.

"We'll be late to the movie."

"Fuck the movie!" Cas says matter-o-fact. "Pull over. . ."

Dean sighs, and pulls to the side of the road and cuts the engine. Cas smiles wide, placing his lips against Dean's neck and collarbone. Dean lets out a string of moans. Cas smiles as he leans down, unzipping his jeans.

Cas's phone starts ringing.

"Don't answer that!"  Dean almost swears.

Cas pulls away and looks up at Dean, "It could be (Y/N)."

Cas sits up and answers the phone. "Hello?"

"Papa!"

His stomach drops, "(Y/N) Is everything ok?"

"No! I can't find Uncle Sammy!" You  say into the phone, on the verge of tears. "Can I speak to Daddy?"

Cas sighs, handing the phone to Dean. "Hey Baby girl. . . What's wrong?"


"Uncle Sammy gone!"

Dean chuckles, "Are you sure? He's huge. You can't miss him."

You chuckle into the phone, "Can you come home? Please?"

Dean sighs, "We're on our way. Sit tight."

Dean starts the car and speeds home.

When he gets there, you are sitting at the table coloring with Sam.

"What the heck!" Dean sighs.

"Hey," Sam greets, "it was all just a misunderstanding. I was just outside, talking to the neighbors."

"So. . . We missed our movie for nothing?" Cas asked, glancing up at Dean,  a slight frown on his face. Dean laughed, "Well . . . We'll see if can watch the ending of the movie."

"Actually, work called, they need me tonight."

Dean sighed, "Fine. . ."

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"Daddy. . . Papa"

Dean turned away from the football game playing on the television. Cas looked down at her, a smile on his face

"What is it Baby girl?"

"How come you and Papa mad?"

Dean chuckles and lifts you up, placing you in his lap.

"Who told you we were mad?" Cas asks.

"Uncle Sammy. . . He says you don't kiss Papa enough. That true?"

Both their faces turn a bright shade of red.

"I kiss Papa a heck of a lot." Dean say, he leans over and kisses Cas on the cheek, like he has something to prove to a six year old.

"Daddy."

"Yes?"

"If you need to kiss Papa. . . just say so! I can go play dollies with Megan next door."

Dean's eyes open wide at this new discovery, "(Y/N) go get your dolls. . . you're going next door."