Word Count: 15,808
Characters/Pairings: Gen, past Arthur/Gwen
Warnings: Violence towards children, character death
Spoilers: Spoilers through series five of Merlin, AU season four of Supernatural
Summary: Centuries after his death, destiny calls Arthur Pendragon forth to fulfill his duty as the Once and Future King. But Arthur is also a Winchester now. Destiny won’t know what hit it.
Author’s Notes: I want to thank chosenfire28 for running this challenge. And to finnickodair, your artwork is awesome, and gorgeous. Thank you so much for picking my story. :)
Dean vetoed the first house. He claimed it was too suburban cult for his liking. The second, third, and fourth houses Arthur refused to be brought into and Dean turned them down as well. Dean knew Sam was starting to get frustrated, though he understood part of his brother’s reasoning. Kids were more attuned to the supernatural, and if Arthur cried at a house, it just wasn’t an option.
That didn’t mean Dean didn’t notice the signs of mutiny brewing between Bobby and Sam as he turned down houses six through fifteen.
“Dean,” Sam said his eyes tracking Dean as he bounced Arthur, attempting to get the little guy to sleep. “You need to pick something. You can’t keep camping out in hotels.”
“I know that, Sam,” Dean said. Arthur lifted his head and spit out his pacifier before emitting a sleepy cry. Dean rolled his eyes and picked it up, putting it on the table. “But none of them were good enough.”
“Boy, if you don’t pick a house soon,” Bobby said. “People are going to start asking questions.”
“We’re looking at more tomorrow,” Dean said. “Maybe I’ll find one then.”
Dean should have known luck wasn’t on his side. Houses sixteen through twenty all needed more work than the asking price was worth. By the time late afternoon rolled around Dean was ready to give up on the whole endeavor.
Arthur was cranky, not having slept well the night before, and Dean was starting to get a headache. This latest house was a few miles outside a small town, about five hours from Bobby’s place. The land was situated in a valley meadow, surrounded by hills. The house itself sat behind a thick growth of trees.
The house was in dire need of new paint, but when Dean went up the steps, they were sturdy, the porch railing strong. As he entered the house, Arthur stayed quiet, blue eyes taking in the empty house.
The front entrance opened to a kitchen on one side and a small living room on the other. Stairs led up to a second floor and there was a hallway off the living room. The realtor smiled at Dean and gestured towards the kitchen. The appliances were an ugly shade of green and looked older than Dean.
“Now I know it needs updating,” Alice said. “But it’s in good shape.”
Dean eyed the sink. The green reminded him of Arthur’s split pea baby food.
“The living room is just over there,” Alice continued. “As you can see, it has the open floor plan you wanted. There’s a guest bedroom off the living room along with a half bath.”
“And upstairs?” Dean asked, checking the staircase out.
He’d need to do something about the carpet. It had seen its better days before he’d been born. The stairs and railing seemed sturdy, though Dean knew he’d have to put up a baby gate. Arthur loved to climb and he didn’t want to look up one day and find his son dangling from the banister.
“There are two bedrooms and one bathroom upstairs.” Alice motioned for Dean to follow her. “This is the first bedroom.”
Dean walked in, cringing at the bright pink paint decorating the walls. The color reminded Dean of Pepto-Bismol.
“This crap will have to go,” Dean said. “No way is Arthur staying in a room this…pink.”
“That’s easy enough to change,” Alice said, her voice breaking through Dean’s thoughts.
“Oh, I know,” Dean said, still giving the bright pink walls the stink eye. “So, where’s the master bedroom?”
“Down the hall.”
Dean gave her a slight smile and left the pink monstrosity. He found the bathroom on his way, which while outdated, wasn’t painted a color that hurt his eyes. His luck ran out in the master bedroom. The walls were painted a hideous shade of purple so dark it was nearly black. The carpet was stark white and Dean had no idea how the previous owners kept it so blinding.
It was big though, and the closet was a walk-in that he could easily hide his hunting gear in. The shelves at the top of the closet would be good for keeping the more dangerous items out of tiny hands.
“So, what’s the asking price?” Dean asked, hoping it wasn’t too high. This place needed a lot of work, but Arthur seemed pleased with it and Dean was tired of looking.
“The owners are asking $220,000.”
Dean snorted. “With all the work that needs to be done, they’re out of their damn minds.”
“Price can be negotiated,” Alice said.
Dean nodded. “I’d like to put an offer in.”
Alice beamed. “Okay. Let’s head back to the office and get the paperwork started.”
The whole house buying process was mind numbingly boring to Dean.
He just wanted to sign the paperwork and take the house, but financing had to be approved, and a home inspection needed to be conducted. Through it all Dean vowed to never buy another house again. He’d rather go hunting some evil son of a bitch through a rat infested sewer first.
Sam on the other hand, haggled like the geeky lawyer he should have been. He picked apart the owner’s demands, he cited odd by-laws, and pulled up a history on the house so detailed it went back fifty years.
The day he moved in was chaotic. Dean had no idea how he’d accumulated so much crap. After lugging in another box full of toys, Dean decided to blame Sam.
Once he had gotten over his apprehension over Dean raising Arthur, Sam took to being an uncle with relish. He bought every loud, annoying, and flashy toy he could find. Dean had already disabled five of the worst, happy that Arthur seemed to like the boxes more at this stage.
There were also books, and educational cartoons. Sam was already leaving pamphlets out about private schools and college funds. Dean just wanted to make it to the next day. He couldn’t even think about college.
“Well, that room’s taken care of,” Bobby said. Dean turned and found him leaning in the doorway, paint splattered on his hands and clothes.
“And the rest of the house?” Dean asked, leaning against the wall.
He was beat. Lugging boxes up and downstairs, putting furniture together, and keeping an eye on Arthur was exhausting. He was walking now, and had the curiosity of a cat. Anything that was harmful or bad for him had to be picked up and inspected. He’d nearly given Dean a heart attack earlier when he’d tried to lick one of the paintbrushes. At the momnt he was taking a nap in Dean’s room while everyone else worked.
“This is the last room,” Bobby said. “And Cas is going over the rest of the house, making sure to add his own sigils.”
“Good,” Dean said. He ran a tired hand through his hair.
“Sam’s about done with the baby proofing,” Bobby added.
Dean checked his watch. It was nearing three o’clock.
“How about we take a break and get something to eat?” Dean asked, stretching out sore muscles. “Arthur should be waking up soon anyway and he’ll be hungry.”
“Dean.” Bobby stopped him before he could leave. “You’re doing a good thing here. Kid needs a home, and a parent that can look after him.”
“Thanks,” Dean said, trying and failing to keep his voice steady. If he started getting all weepy, Dean was definitely blaming Sam.
“Now let’s go get that kid of yours,” Bobby said. “I can hear him babbling already.”