Quill, Parchment, & Ink

Thanks to kaitlia777  and starhawk_writes  for the assistance with this...as I fully fail in getting it within comment block again.


Dean glared at the office as they pulled into the parking place. “I don’t trust this quack.”

“Why would a doctor quack?” Castiel asked from the backseat. “He is not a duck.”

“It’s a colloquialism, Cas. Just means Dean doesn’t think he’s an…” Sam started, but trailed off when he saw his brother’s glare. “Never mind, Dean doesn’t trust him.” He opened the door to the Impala. “We agreed this was for the best. We can’t risk passing our genes on.”

Dean slammed the door. “Hey, Cas. Maybe we should have you snipped, too, while we’re here. Don’t wanna pass on your genes either.” He paused, trying to think. “Do angels even have genes?”

Castiel looked down at his legs, frowning. “I am not wearing…jeans.”

Sam banged his head lightly on the roof of the Impala. “Dean means…,” he started, lifting his head, but the angel had already trailed after his brother. “Oh, this should be fun,” he muttered, hurrying to catch up with the two as Dean pulled the door open. “Why is Castiel here again?”

“I am…moral support,” Castiel tried the words out. “How can a moral support something? It is not a physical thing.”

“I thought you were teaching him to sound more human,” Sam grumbled as they made their way up to the desk. He tried not to groan at the perky young secretary. “No flirting, Dean.”

Dean leaned on the counter, smirking at the girl rather than answering his brother. “Hi, sweetheart. Dusty Hill, my brother, Joseph, and our cousin, Frank Gibbons. Joey and I have appointments with Doctor Dallas at three pm.”

She pulled a clipboard out and handed it to him. “Fill these out, Mr. Hill. And you, too.” She handed a second board to Sam. “Doctor’ll be right with you.”

Dean fidgeted, ignoring the forms as they waited until Sam took his and filled them out. “Are we sure this is gonna work?” he asked in a low voice as they waited to be called.

Sam pulled John’s journal from his pocket and thumbed it open. “I don’t see any reason it shouldn’t. We’re still mostly human.”

Castiel leaned forward so he could join the conversation. “I do not know if you are still human, Samuel. We do not know all of the changes your body has gone through and,” he lowered his voice, “you are still an abomination.”

Both Winchesters winced. “Lower your voice, Cas!” Dean snapped. The angel looked confused, but nodded in response. Glancing around to be sure they hadn’t been overheard, Dean continued, “If this doesn’t work, we try something else. This is just a first attempt.”

Sam looked at his brother, as if unsure where the new mature Dean had come from, but nodded. “I guess it can’t hurt to try.” Stretching his legs out, he added, “It’s just a consolation after all.”

Castiel seemed to consider their options for a few minutes. “Of course, if the angels would like your line to continue, nothing you do will prevent you from producing offspring.”

“I really wish those celestial dickheads would stop fucking with our lives.” Tilting his head upwards, he growled, “I am not your puppet and I’m tired of feelin’ like one. Screw you.” Getting up as his alias was called; he followed the nurse towards the back.

Castiel looked towards Sam for an explanation and the younger Winchester just shook his head, heaving himself to his feet. Motioning for the angel to follow, he quickly caught up.

Dean was slouched in a chair in the doctor’s inner office when his brother caught up to him. Sam took the seat next to him, leaving Castiel to skulk in the background. A few moments later a man bustled in; a file in his hands and his attention on it. “Misters Hill?” he questioned, looking up as he came around the desk. He seemed taken aback when he got a good look at them. “You’re a bit young to have this procedure,” he commented as he took a seat.

Dean shifted awkwardly and Sam quickly replied, “We recently got some…genetic information from a family genealogist. There are just some things we’d rather not take a chance on passing on to the next generation.”

The doctor nodded. “Well, it’s a relatively simple procedure. And we can of course freeze some of your little swimmers just in case you change your minds down the road.”

“No!” both boys yelled, causing the doctor to jump.

Dean rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, Doc. We really just don’t want to pass this stuff on.” He shifted awkwardly in his seat. “I did have…a question…though.”

“Yes, of course, Mr. Hill. What are you concerned about?”

He leaned closer to the doctor. “I will still be able to…have…ya know…sex, right?”

“Yes, Mr. Hill, you will be fully functional after the surgery.”

Dean looked at Sam who rolled his eyes. “Yes, Dean, you’ll be able to have sex.”

“Great. Let’s schedule this. I wanna get the lead outta the gun and make sure I’m shootin’ blanks.”

Sam hit his head against the wall behind him. It was going to be a long few weeks.