I just ran out into the living room screaming “MY BABY’S BABY!!!!!”
and my mom knew exactly what I was talking about… ehehehe
Imagine Dean confessing he has a thing for you in leather jackets, especially his.
“You look like a hot little mini-me. It’s sexy.”
Daddy Dean: “I think Daddy’s scared”
“She’ll be okay Dean,” Sam said quietly, watching Dean adjust your backpack for the tenth time and fuss with your shoes again. There were children all around you, some older and some your age, who were running into the school or jumping around the playground to your left. Some kids were crying and holding onto their parents legs but you didn’t understand why. Daddy said school was a good thing and Uncle Sammy said school would be lots of fun. You were excited to learn and be smart just like your daddy. If he would actually let go of you. Dean stayed crouched down in front of you, messing with your zippers and hair, ignoring the fact that you were looking behind you at all the kids playing and trying to pull away from him.
“Uncle Sammy, I think daddy’s scared!” you stated eventually, looking up at Sam with wide eyes and ignoring Dean’s scowl and responding noise of protest. Sam chuckled, putting one of his hands on Dean’s shoulder and smiling sadly at how tense his older brother seemed, “I think you’re right kiddo, let’s see if we can make Daddy feel better. Why don’t you tell him everything you’re excited for and how much fun you’re going to have so that he doesn’t worry.”
Bursting into a smile, you nodded eagerly and quickly began to ramble on about all the fun things you were going to do that way, not noticing the watery smile Dean gave you or the way Sam was gripping his shoulder. After a few minutes of excited babbling, you seemed to run out of things to say and smiled brightly at your father, “So can I go to school now daddy?”
Noticing Dean’s lack of words, Sam spoke softly, “C’mon Dean. Let’s bring her inside now. It’s kindergarten, nothing is going to happen to her.”
Dean scowled and stood up, looking at his brother but keeping a firm grip on your hand, “What if some jerk kid tries to push her over? Or if someone starts to tease her because she has no mom? What if the teacher doesn’t understand how smart she is and how to help her or she doesn’t make friends-“
“Dean you’re gonna scare her,” Sam said in a low voice, watching as your look of eagerness was slowly being replaced with a look for scared confusion as you looked up at your daddy and wondered why he was so nervous. If he felt bad, surely this couldn’t be a good idea. You had been so stupid to be excited in the first place, daddy knew best and clearly you should all be scared and getting away from this place as fast as you possibly could. Without thinking, you grabbed Dean’s pant leg and looked around fearfully, suddenly all the children having fun didn’t look so nice anymore.
Dean looked down at his baby gripping his jeans and cursed under his breath, quickly crouching back down in front of you and putting his hand on the side of your face, “Oh baby girl, daddy didn’t mean to say all those scary things. He was just being silly. Uncle Sammy is right, you’re going to lots of fun and meet a ton of new kids to play with. I promise everything is going to be good, okay sweetheart? But…I mean…if you really don’t want to go, maybe-“
“Dean!” Sam quickly interrupted, sending him a warning look. “She’s going to school.”
Sam almost laughed at the identical pouts you and Dean instantly gave him but instead crouched down in front of you and pulled you into a hug, “Me and daddy will be back here before you know it to bring you home and you get to tell us all about your cool day at school, that’ll be exciting wont it squirt? You’re going to have cooler stories than me and your daddy have! And I think after dinner tonight, we can go out to Benny’s and get ice cream as a special treat because you’re being such a big girl today. Does that sound good?”
Fear suddenly forgotten at the mention of your favorite treat, you nodded excitedly, “Yes please Uncle Sammy! I’ll get peanut butter and chocolate with sprinkles!”
“That sounds awesome baby,” Sam smiled happily, pulling back from you and kissing your forehead. “Now say goodbye to daddy and I’ll walk you over to the teacher.”
Dean sent Sam a glare but knew if he were the one to walk you inside he probably wouldn’t ever let go. Clearing his throat, Dean brought you into his arms and hugged you tightly, trying to ignore the fact that his little brother was watching him with a very worried expression, “You’re going to be okay squirt. Daddy loves you so much. You’re going to get to make new friends and learn so much that you’ll be smarter than me and Uncle Sammy!”
He felt his heart squeeze as you softly nodded into his chest and whispered, “I’ll miss you daddy.”
Pulling you away from his chest, he had to physically hold himself back from bringing you back home when he saw the tears in your eyes. Opting instead to put his hands on either side of your face and speak softly, “Hey, no crying, you’re my big girl now right? There’s no reason to cry, daddy would never send you somewhere that wouldn’t be okay. I promise, you’re going to be okay sweetheart.”
“Yes daddy,” you sniffled, giggling as he lightly tickled your sides.
“Besides, you’re going to meet tons of studs,” Dean winked, nodding his head towards one six year old boy on the playground who was climbing up the slide and looking over at you every so often. Dean leaned in close and stage whispered, “I think he likes you.”
Sam and Dean smiled widely at the loud giggle that escaped your mouth, eyes twinkling as you stared up at Dean with what only could be described as complete adoration. Dean leaned down to kiss the top of your head, closing his eyes for a few seconds before standing back up and smiling softly, “I love you angel.”
“I love you too daddy.”
“Come on (Y/N),” Sam said, gently taking your hand in his big one and pulling you away from Dean. “Let’s go meet your teacher and new friends!”
Dean watched, leaning against the hood of the Impala as you approached the young teacher in the doorway of the school, immediately hiding behind Sam’s legs when you were close enough to talk to her. He watched Sam talk with the teacher for a few minutes, occasionally looking down at you and smiling fondly or running his hands through your hair, the teacher trying to talk to you a few times as well. Eventually Sam crouched down and pried your hands from his leg, taking your head in his hands and speaking soft, soothing words, running his finger under your eyes as a tear leaked out.
Dean held himself back, knowing he would only make it worse, and waited for Sam to drop the last kiss on your forehead before you let the teacher take your hand and walk you into the building. You only looked back once, smiling slightly as Dean waved and sent a big thumbs up, before you turned back around and let go of the teacher’s hand, joining another little boy as he walked into the classroom. Sam walked back over to the car, running his hands through his hair and stopping in front of Dean, “She’s your daughter, I don’t think its supposed to be this hard for me too.”
His tone was almost accusing, making Dean laugh as he slid into the car and shrugged, “Sorry Sammy. What did she say when she finally let you go?”
Sam smiled to himself, buckling his seat belt before looking at Dean, “She said I love you and to make sure daddy wasn’t too scared.”
Daddy Dean Requests
Request: the reader and Dean’s young daughter cant sleep so he sings Angeles to her until she falls asleep, and the reader catches him so he gets a little flustered but she thinks its cute? (Omg have you head Jensen singing Angeles? He sings beautifully!)
Request: i feel really bad for requesting, i know you have a lot of requests! Take your time! Dean singing “Angeles” to your daughter when she cant sleep? (If you havent heard Jensen singing it, i reccomend you look it up! He has the voice of an angel!)
(Of course he can sing too.)
You woke up suddenly when you heard your daughter screaming from the other room. “Mommy! Daddy!” She yelled. You groaned and hit Dean, who was awake but not moving.
“Your turn.” You mumbled, rolling on your side to look at him.
“I got her last time.” He replied, closing his eyes.
“She’s a daddy’s girl. She wants you.” You told him, pushing him out of bed.
Dean sighed, but a small smile formed on his lips. He loved that your daughter, Mary, was such a daddy’s girl. He got out of bed and you watched as he left the room.
Usually you’d just go back to sleep, but tonight you were feeling sentimental, and you wanted to see Dean lulling your baby girl back to sleep. So, you quietly snuck out of bed an stood outside Mary’s door, watching Dean talk to her.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, sitting on her bed.
“There’s a monster in my closet.” She replied.
You smiled and watched as Dean got up, opened the closet widely, and then closed the door. He banged on the door a few times, and Mary gasped. A few seconds later, Dean returned, smiling. “There, I got rid of him.” He said.
“Thanks, daddy.” She said, smiling at him. Dean went back to her bed and kissed her forehead.
“You gonna go back to sleep now?”
“Sing to me?” She begged.
Dean chuckled and then moved up so his head was resting on the head board, and Mary snuggled under the covers, watching her dad. Dean’s melodic, deep voice resonated through the room as he began to sing Angeles, Mary’s favorite.
“Someone’s always coming around here, trailing some new kill…” You smiled as Dean sang, and watched as your daughter slipped into a deep sleep. Dean finished the song, and quietly moved out of her bed. He turned to leave the room and his eyes fell on you. A shy smile fell over his face, and his cheeks went a little red.
You loved how ever after being married for five years, and having a three year old daughter, he could still get embarrassed. You smiled at him, and moved away so he could quietly close the door.
“How long have you been standing there?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Since you killed the monster in her closet.” You answered.
Dean chuckled and you both walked to your room. You crawled under the covers and rested your head on his chest. “Will you sing to me?” You asked him.
“Only because I love you.” He sighed. He cleared his throat lightly, then started singing Angeles again. With your head laying on his chest, the vibrations of his voice lulling you to sleep along with his singing, you quickly fell asleep.
(I hope you like it!)
Dean pretending to be friendly and having a chat with your date before you come downstairs
Having Dean Winchester as a father really messed up that whole ‘teenage rebellion stage’ you were supposed to go through. Nothing got past him and the few times you wanted to try something you knew he wouldn’t approve of, you just didn’t have the heart to disappoint him. But this was a rave. A sick party that you’d been looking forward to for weeks and you were definitely not mentioning it to a certain father. You weren’t going to do anything unbelievably stupid, just hopefully go out and have an awesome time without having to worry about curfew for once. The entire week before hand, you were jumpy, scared Dean had been clued in about the party. Not to mention the fact that Uncle Sammy and Uncle Cas had been over the week before the rave as well and you were terrified they would stay another week and completely bomb any chance you had of leaving.
Whenever they were at the house they had constant eyes on you. You were always by their sides and tended to fall asleep on the couch with Uncle Sammy every night. They would find it strange if you avoided them one night and went to bed in your own room. But with just Dean around and not having constant family time? It was unlikely you could get away, but worth a try.
You gave your boyfriend clear instruction to pick you up at 1AM, just a little after the party had started, and when Dean could normally be found passed out on the couch after his Friday night Soap Opera excursion. Come midnight, the only sounds and lights on in the house were the ones from your laptop and the Telly downstairs where, last time you checked, Dean was snoring with half his body hanging off the couch. It shouldn’t have taken you long to get ready; you didn’t normally go overboard when you were trying to look nice. But there happened to be the need to be extra careful so as not to wake up daddy and you didn’t finish until 12:50 when you knew your boyfriend was already on his way over.
You’d never been as quiet and cautious in your life than you had been that night. Slipping your heels into your backpack only with a little money and a light sweatshirt, you switched off the light in your bedroom and used the flashlight on your cellphone to illuminate the hall. Heart pounding, you calculated every step you took before you made it, making sure to avoid the creaky floorboards and the places where Dean usually left a stray shoe lying around. You had just gotten to the bottom of the stairs when you stumbled into something, falling backwards and shining the light up angrily to reveal Dean’s un-amused face.
Eyes widening, you fumbled quickly to turn the light off on your phone and scramble back upstairs before Dean could see what you were wearing. If you could just get into pajamas before he saw you, you could tell him you were just getting a class of water and didn’t want to flip a light on incase you bothered him. But the hand on your upper arm and the sudden burst of artificial light as Dean flicked the switch, let you know you were doomed.
He spun you around quickly, placing on hand on your shoulder and another under your chin, forcing you to look up and face his hard stare, “What do you think you’re doing kiddo?”
There was no point lying, so you only pouted and hardened your own gaze, trying to match your father’s, “I was only going out dad. I just didn’t want to bother you since you worked extra hours this week.”
Dean raised an eyebrow, “It’s 1am and sweetheart you don’t look like you’re going to a pajama party at Emma’s house. Which happens to be the only place I would be comfortable with you driving to past midnight. You’re dressed in some tight little skirt that I can not, for the life of me, remember buying for you and you’re wearing way too much makeup. You look like you’re going to a freaking rave if anything.”
You stayed silent, looking at him hesitantly as his face went from sarcastic, to confused and shocked and then quickly to furious, “Where you sneaking out to go to a freaking rave (Y/N) Winchester?”
“Wasn’t sneaking out daddy! I wasn’t,” you whined, the words involuntarily leaving your mouth and immediately regretting it. Dean had literally caught you tip toeing down the stairs in the dead of night.
Dean looked at you, completely stunned you would even say something so stupid and then said in a stern voice, “I’ve never kept you from doing safe things. I’ve been lenient and not nearly as protective as I wanted to be as you were growing up. You sneaking out and not mentioning this party to me proves to me that you know it was a stupid place to be. You didn’t tell me because you knew I’d say no. And yet you were still going to leave. You could’ve gotten hurt, raves are insane, and I would’ve never known where to find you and help you. If you think it’s such a good idea to sneak out for this, maybe you shouldn’t be going anywhere for a while. Maybe you still need Daddy, at seventeen, to tell you where you’re allowed to be at all times. Go upstairs to your bedroom, take that crap off your face and you can either come down here and be with me or lay in bed and curse me off. Go. Now.”
Dean Winchester-Unexpected surprises
Title: Unexpected surprises
Pairings: Team free will x reader, Dean Winchester x daughter reader, Crowley x reader
Word count:1599
Request:Can you do a one shot where a young girl (in between ages 6-13) call Dean because that’s the number her mother told her to call in an emergency and tells him that he’s her dad. (or she can call him daddy if she’s younger.) She then tells him that her mom has been killed a monster and that she needs help. Can end with her showing the boys she has a photographic memory and easily shows them where the monster is and they find that the girls mother signed custody over to Dean.
Dean grumbled rolling his green orbs when the small object buzzed rapidly, almost whining for the older Winchester to pick up. Sam glanced up from the map he held in his hands that he had titled at an angle as he leaned his head forward, raising a slender brow as he asked the silent question.
When Dean made no sign of moving, Sam groaned rolling his eyes as he reached over for Dean’s phone. He pressed his thumb over the dial button hearing the small beep as he pressed it to his ear.
‘’Hello?’’Sam answered, hesitant since the words ‘Unknown number’ flashed brightly on the light screen. Sam frowned, brow creasing together when he heard small whimpers.
‘’I-Is t-this. D-Dean?’’You choked, brushing away the tiny tear droplets with your small hand. Sam looked over at Dean in confusion seeing his brother look at him with a ‘well?’ face. Sam ignored his brothers face and answered what he assumed was a child.
‘’No this is his brother. Who is this?’’Sam asked, careful not to give away to much information.
‘’M-my names, (y-y/n)’’You sniffled, peering over your shoulder and glancing at the trashed room.. It was hard to see since your eyes kept filling with tears and you had buried yourself in a small wardrobe.
You hated small spaces but you would rather be in there than out there with the monsters.
‘’Erm, (Y/n). What did you need?’’Sam asked, trying not to sound rude but wanting to get to the point. Dean frowned, mouth miming the name as he scrambled through his cluttered mind to see if he knew that name.
‘’My mommy told me to call my Daddy. She said this was his number’’You whispered gripping the phone tighter with as much strength as your hands could hold.
Sam choked on air. He scrambled for the phone, bouncing off his large palms as he tried to retrieve it. ‘’Your Dean’s daughter!’’Sam yelped. Sam grunted when his head smacked of the wind shield.
Dean started to choke, breath stopping in the clammy walls of his throat as he stumbled out of baby and onto the pavement. He braced his palms flat against his knee caps.
‘’DEAN!’’Sam yelled rushing out, completely ignoring the phone as he spotted his brothers panic form, wheezing for breath. Sam patted his back awkwardly. ‘’Dude, calm down!’’
‘’Gee! Thanks! Now I feel so much better’’Dean snapped, shoving Sam’s arm from him. Sam’s eyes widened when he realized he dropped the phone. The larger Winchester rushed over, gripping the phone and bringing it back to his ear.
‘’Hello?’’ ‘’Hello are you sti-’’ Sam sighed when he heard the phone beep, following a voice. He groaned, shoulders slumping.
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‘’Relax, Dean. It could be a demon, a shape shifter.. we’ll check out everything okay’’Sam reassured his brother. Dean gritted his teeth, jaw slacking.
‘’What if it’s not Sammy! I can’t be a dad. You realized how screwed up that Kid would be!’’Dean protested, hands lifting of the wheel before Sam rushed and gripped it.
‘’Relax, Dean. We’ll sort this’’
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You weeped harder, hand pouring of blood as you bit down on it harder. It hurt like hell but you knew you had to be brave and do something to stop your from sobbing loudly.
You jumped, shuffling further into the shadows of the corner as you heard the door smash open. Chunks of wood fell one by one as heavy footsteps clambered about.
‘’You check this way’’A gruff voice said before their footsteps separated. You whimpered, freezing and biting down further on your hand. You felt the crimson pour on your mouth but ignored the foul taste.
You took a deep breath. You hate to fight for yourself. You couldn’t be a coward and hide away, not when they had your mother. You spotted a man’s boots shuffling around as he stopped right outside your hiding place.
You rushed out, latching your teeth on the man’s ankles. A loud cry was heard as the man looked at you before you let go and growled at him. You knew as soon as you saw his towering height that he could easily just stomp on you.
‘’Owh! Dammit’’He cursed holding his ankle.
‘’SAMMY!’’Dean yelled rushing with gun in a tight grip. He looked at the two of you, shock and confusion dotting his face. His heart almost stopped when he saw you, you looked so much like him and someone else he couldn’t think of.
‘’She bit me’’Sam grumbled, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he grunted under his breath.
‘’Come on Sammy, you getting beat by a little girl’’Dean snickered. Sam flashed Dean his bitch face before raising his palms up.
‘’Hey, it’s me Sam. We spoke on the phone. Are you (y/n)?’’He asked. You looked down guilty when you realised you had bit your saviour.
‘’Is my Daddy here?!’’You asked, bouncing slightly on your toes as you gripped the taller man’s leg to peer up at him. Sam looked over at Dean as you followed his gaze.
Dean was now clear of any expression of joking and was now looking at you seriously. ‘’Kid, We need to make sure you-re really who you say you are first’’Dean breathed out before frowning. ‘’What happened to your hand?’’He asked stepping forward.
Sam smirked slightly at Dean’s parental role. You looked down hiding your hand behind your back. Dean raised a brow and knelt down and held his hand out. You gingerly placed your smaller one in his. He squinted his eyes as he turned your hand about in his hold, as he observed the wound.
‘’Damn kid, That’s teeth marks. You got one hell of a bite’’Dean whistled.
‘’Tell me about it’’Sam whispered.
‘’C’mon, let’s get you out of here’’Dean mumbled. He held his arms out waiting for you to show some resistance but when you nodded he picked you up and placed you on his hip. ‘’What?’’he grumbled to Sam when he turned to see his brother giving him ‘that’ face.
You shoved your thumb in your mouth leaning your head on his broad shoulder as you hair sprawled across his shoulder. Sam chuckled softly at you, ruffling your hair.
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‘’Not a shifter’’Sam added checking that off the list as he took the small butter knife from your grip.
‘’Sorry, (y/n). This is gonna hurt. Just don’t look okay’’Sam sighed as he held your small arm in his. It felt so fragile and small and he had to take a few breaths before guilty cutting your arm.
Nothing happened beside making you cry to which Dean got over his shock of being a dad and picked you up placing you against his chest as he rocked you and rubbed your back. He pulled up a blanket and wrapped it around you and he rubbed your back.
‘’I know, I know. Shh’’Dean soothed. He glanced at Sam sighing. He was a Dad.
‘’(y/n). Do you know anything about your mom?’’Sam asked. You sniffled, pulling slightly away from Dean so you could look at Sam. You nodded.
‘’I know where she is. And who took her’’You nodded. Sam and Dean’s eyes widened as they looked at you in shock.
‘’You remember?’’Dean gaped.
‘’Mommy said I have something called, Photographic memory’’You pointed out. Sam gave a hum of approval as Dean ruffled your hair.
You all made you way into the Impala. Dean was hovering over you pulling two seatbelts over you to make sure you were properly strapped in. You giggled when Dean groaned frustratedly, brows furrowing.
Dean stopped when he had heard the most cutest adorable thing in the world. He glanced up at you and it really set in. He had someone who looked up to him, someone who needed him. You looked back at him with the same facial structures and grinned a toothy smile.
Dean smiled softly his large hand smoothing down your hair. He finally got into the car seat. He looked down, hand stopping itself from turning the keys. Sam gave him that knowing look.
‘’Dean, she needs her mom’’Sam whispered, patting his brother back softly. Dean nodded.
‘’I know Sammy. I know’’Dean muttered before pulling out.
‘’Uncle Sammy?’’You called, feet bouncing happily. Sam could have sworn his heart stopped right then and there as he felt his heart warming up. He had never imagined himself as a uncle and now felt needed and happy that he had a family.
‘’Y-yeah, (y/n)?’’He answered hushly as he titled to look back at you.
‘’Will I still see you and Daddy?’’You asked innocently. Sam looked away, to hurt and didn’t have the guts to tell you the truth.
‘’Kiddo. Erm, Uncle Sammy and I- we have to go away so we can help other people like your mommy’’Dean explained softly. You frowned, still confused.
‘’But you’ll come back though?’’You asked. Sam and Dean shared a guilty look.
‘’Sure, Kiddo’’Dean smiled forcedly.
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‘’Sam’’Dean whispered, rushing back over to Sam. Sam held you to his chest, purposely angling you away from a bloodied Dean so you would have to see. They would have left you in the car but it wasn’ safe.
Sam tensed gulping as he looked at Dean asking a silent question. Dean replied with a shake of the head. Your mother was dead.
‘’Dean, we can’t leave her’’Sam whispered, hand covering your ears.
‘’I’m not going to Sammy. She’s coming with us. No one and I mean no one, will lay a finger on her. If they do…’’
‘’They’ll have me to deal with’’
you to your friend: “Okay, I think the coast is clear.”
Dean: *is standing on the otherside of the door* “Again (y/n)?…really? Have you ever been successful at this?
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Can we please talk about Daddy Dean??
HE IS SO GOOD WITH CHILDREN
HE’S JUST A NATURAL
DEAN WINCHESTER— THE CHILD WHISPERER
IT’S JUST SO CUTE I CAN’T
HE’S EVEN GOOD WITH INFANTS
LOOK AT HIM BONDING
(Requested) BSM; Nightmare
I’ll edit this by tonight. I wrote this at two in the morning soooo it might not be great
Nightmares were a really typical thing for you, in fact it seemed to run in the family. There wasn’t a night that went by that you didn’t have some terrifyingly realistic nightmare that would have you sobbing in the motel bed. Your brother’s knew you had nightmares but you refused to ever wake them up. Sure some nights it would be great to get a hug and cuddle up next to one of your brothers instead of having to slide out of the bed you were sharing with one of them that night and hide in the bathroom till you calmed down. But you all worked super hard. Sam and Dean were raising you, a sixteen year old, on top of hunting all day every day. So they deserved to sleep, since neither of them were having nightmares lately, and you could suffer alone.
You were up around three again on a Thursday morning, choking over the sobs that were trying to escape your throat from the current nightmare. The worst were ones where Sam, Dean, or Cas were getting hurt. You quickly looked over at both beds, making sure both boys were breathing and still there, before sliding out from under the covers and sprinting into the bathroom. You shut the door quietly before sliding down the wall by the tub and dissolving into quiet tears. You didn’t notice the door opening before you heard Dean’s gruff, sleepy voice, “Hey, hey what’s all this?”
You jumped to your feet, wiping your nose and choking, “De-Dean? You’re supposed to be sleeping-“
“I needed to take a pee,” he yawned, coming closer into the bathroom and flicking the light on. “Are you hurt baby?”
“No-no I’m fine,” you shook your head quickly, refusing to look at him.
“Kiddo, you were just sobbing in the bathroom in the dark,” Dean was slowly becoming more and more awake. “You wanna try answering me again? Or do I gotta get Sammy and the puppy dog eyes?”
“Dean-“ “Sammy!” Dean shouted over his shoulder, leaning in the bathroom doorway and grinning as he heard Sam let out a muffled shout and fall out of bed.
“Dean? Dean where are you? What’s wrong?” Sam’s voice called groggily.
“Bathroom little brother.” Sam stumbled in a few seconds later, holding a gun in one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other, “What’s going on Dean?”
“Your little sister is crying her eyes out in the dark,” Dean jutted his head in my direction, making Sam straighten up and stare over at me. “And she won’t tell me why.”
Sam came closer to me, Dean remaining propped up against the doorway watching as Sam bent down in front of me, “Sweetie what happened?” I shook my head, staying silent for a few seconds before glancing up at Sam’s soft face and Dean’s concerned one with a wobbling lip, and collapsing into Sam’s shoulder crying softly.
“I’ve been having nightmares every night and they’re so bad but I just want you two to sleep,” I hiccupped, burying my face into Sam’s white tee. “I don’t want to wake you guys up and bother you but they’re so scary De. I hate them.”
Sam rubbed my back, glancing over at Dean helplessly. Dean came and crouched in front of me, pushing back my hair and tilting my chin up so that I could look at them, “Baby. That was wrong to not wake us up. We’re your brothers, it’s what we’re here for. You wake us up every time you have a nightmare, you hear? No more playing soldier, we don’t want you to do that.”
“But-“ I pouted, staying mostly cuddled into Sam’s shoulder, but not breaking eye contact with Dean.
“But nothing. Those are my orders, understand?” Dean said softly. “Now I think you need some more sleep, so c’mon kiddo, you’re gonna come sleep in my bed and Sammy is gonna be in the bed right next to us. We’ll meet up with Cas in the morning for breakfast and everything is going to be allright.”
Meet My Daughter Part 2
Title: Meet My Daughter Part 2
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2,916
Warnings: Daddy!Dean, Fluff
A/N: Here’s part 2. I hope you enjoy this part as much as y’all liked the first. Don’t worry, there is more to come.
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You woke up to find yourself warmer than usual, then you remember the events of last night. Dean had come to visit last night, taking both you and Mary by surprise. You were lying on his chest, you could hear his steady heartbeat beneath you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him. Then you remembered, he told you he loved you last night, for the first time.
“Mommy, are you awake,” your daughter whispered, breaking you from your thoughts.
“Yes, sweetie. Is everything okay?” you asked her. You didn’t want to leave the comfort of Dean’s chest, but you needed to turn to face her. She sat up next to you, her hair sticking up in many places.
“I’m hungry,” she said as she rubbed her stomach. You laughed at her actions before sitting up.
“Me too. How about we wake daddy up with kisses and make him make us breakfast,” you suggested. Her face lit up and she smiled widely, agreeing on the plan. She climbed over your legs and carefully over Dean’s so she was on the other side of him. “Ready?”
i don’t know what I should be focusing on…. its all too much
