darkmoonsigel asked: “Baby castiel being looked after by Balth and Gabriel for the win!”
(went human au with this, because…cute vessels are cute).
"Who leaves a baby on a stoop?" Balthazar stared down into the basket. They’d put it on the kitchen table, the only clear surface in their apartment.
"Assholes." Gabriel shrugged. "Look for a note or something."
"You look for it. I’m not putting my hand anywhere near the little stinkbomb."
"Ugh." Carefully, Gabriel reached in, fishing around for a letter. A small hand seized on his thumb, clutching hard. "Hey! I need that."
"Useless." Balthazar reached around Gabriel’s trapped hand and finally tugged free a short letter. "Huh. You remember a Bernice?"
"That night in Liverpool?"
"Right. Right. Didn’t we both…"
"Without a condom."
They stared at the baby with renewed interest.
"He’s got your eyes." Balthazar declared.
"Your nose though."
"Bah." Said the baby.
They never did figure out who’s DNA had brought Castiel (“It was my Uncle’s name.” “No it wasn’t Gabe. Your uncle’s name is Jonah.” “Then it was your uncle’s name,” “I think I’d remember something like that.” “He just looks like a Castiel.” “No one looks like a Castiel.” “He does!” And Balthazar had to admit that he sort of did and that was the end of that) into the world. It didn’t really matter since they never did get around to getting their own places like they’d always said they would.
Castiel was a serious child to their utter befuddlement, but it worked out.
"Where are my keys?" Gabriel would pat down his pocket, only to have a toddler thrust them into his hand.
"What do you think?" Balthazar would hold up ties, both crazy colors and then sigh as Castiel handed over a sensible solid color with his thumb in his mouth.
"Sometimes, I think you’re raising us, kiddo." Gabriel would say as he tucked him into bed after Balthazar had given him a bath.
Castiel yawned, lay his head down on Gabriel’s thigh and smiled to himself.