Can we please just give this man a baby already?
You and I both know he’s good at it. Hell, he practically raised Sammy when he was a kid. And you saw how attached he got to the shifter baby this ep. Just… c’mon. Let’s give the man a kid. Let ‘em rescue some poor frightened baby during a hunt and just… just let him fucking keep it, man. Jeezus.
To draw a map of a child’s mind (aka BABYFIC!)
(I did post the first 500 words of this earlier, but then I committed to making it an actual fic, so if you’ve read it feel free to skip the finding-the-baby part.)
The werewolf’s last victim was the hardest to find - for him, and for the Winchesters. They were about five minutes too late. Sam put a silver bullet into his heart as he slunk, blood-drunk and heavy, out the window of the apartment where the woman had been squatting. Or hiding. The gore on his paw-hands and muzzle-mouth was fair warning of what they were going to find inside; still, Sam insisted they check it out. Just in case.
Her name had been Dania Torres, and she had been the guy’s girlfriend up until about seven months back. That much, they’d been able to find; but she hadn’t been the kind of person to leave much in the way of traces on records, official or legal or even financial. No bank transactions, no family they could track down, cash-in-hand temporary accommodation, jobs where she could get them, no criminal record and no appointments with doctors or hairdressers or anything like that. So when she’d vanished about a week ago - got wind of this guy coming for her, maybe - she had been very hard to track down.
My head canon with daddy!Dean.
I would adore seeing Dean with a baby girl. He’d be incredibly attached from the second they said, “It’s a girl.” making sure she was well taken care of. She’s his little princess and she would be his entire world. Dean would have stars in his eyes, counting down the days and when she’s born he’ll be smitten from the second she’s placed in his arms. He’d watch her grow, keep a close protective watch on her. Seriously boys, don’t mess with a Winchester’s daughter. He’s got guns and he’s not afraid to use them.
A lot of the same characteristics during pregnancy as the girl… only slightly different. See, I imagine he would find himself cruising the toy aisles a lot, excited to have someone to play with. He never had a childhood himself so he’d be excited to give his own son the life he never had. Teaching him things like the workings of a car engine and getting smacked for teaching him curse words and laughing about it. Like his own little buddy, living vicariously though his son’s life.