Taken to Safety pt. 2
Pairings: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sam
Warnings: Fluff, I’m a little tired so I apologize if it’s badly written. Please enjoy though!
Requested: If you asked to be tagged I’m sorry, I can’t find it right now and as said above I’m tired, I honestly don’t want to dig for it.
Sam ducks his head into their kitchen and grins when he sees Y/n. “Psst.” He grabs her attention and gives her a dimpled smile. She pulls her hand from the dough she was folding and squints at him suspiciously. Bringing his finger to his lips, Sam beckons for her to come to him and with a reluctant sigh she does. Sam grabs her hand, intertwining their fingers without a care of the flour and dough on hers. “You have to come and see this.”
Y/n lets Sam lead her out of the kitchen and through their home until they reach their daughter’s bedroom where she can clearly hear Dean and her playing. Sam moves her so that she could look through the crack of the door and Y/n is forced to cover her mouth in order to stay quiet.
Dean sat in the middle of their room and was carrying a conversation with the two-year-old who was babbling endlessly. He was acting as if he understood every single word which completely delighted the girl. Dean is wearing the toy press on nails that Sam had gotten their daughter and was waving his hands around with an extra flare.
The only thing that Y/n could make out from what her child was saying was, “You look pretty daddy.”
“Oh,” Dean holds his hand to his chest and plays the bashful look. “Thank you, baby.” Dean happens to look up and sees both Sam and Y/n laughing softly at the door, Sam taking pictures above Y/n’s head. He grins widely and looks down at the little girl who was bouncing around him. “Why don’t you check the door?” he asks, “I think we have guests.”
The small girl looks towards the door confused, her brows drawing together in a cute fashion. But she sees her mother and Sam and gasps, grinning widely and making grabby hands towards them. Y/n laughs softly and pushes the door open, walking towards her child with open arms. Scooping her up Y/n asks her in a soft voice, “What are you two doing?”
“Papa and I were playing,” she answers, giggling. Looking over Y/n’s shoulder, their daughter peers at Sam with a toothy smile. “Daddy, do you want to play too?”
Sam smiles softly and sighs, he speaks softly, “Of course.”
Nodding, their daughter squirms out of Y/n’s arms and walks to her toy chest. Sam, Dean, and Y/n all share an amused smile while Sam and Y/n sit down next to Dean. Leaning towards Y/n to kiss her cheek and nuzzle her, Dean asks, “How goes the baking.”
She smiles before giving Sam a side-eye, “Sam had something to show me.”
Chuckling Dean nods, “You told me to keep her occupied.”
“I love it,” Y/n sighs, leaning back against her palm.
Their daughter comes up to the three of them with toy crowns in her hand. She gave Y/n the one with the veil attached. She gives Sam the one that acts like a headband, pushing his hair back with a satisfied grin. Next, she pulls out the rest of her toy press on nails and looks up hopefully at him.
Chuckling, Sam holds his hands out to her; his chuckle turns into a hearty laugh as she squeals with delight and excitement. “Make me look pretty, baby.”
“Okay, Daddy.” She works with her little tongue poked out in concentration, her fingers small but nimble as they work. Without looking up she tells Y/n, “Don’t worry Momma, I got things to make you pretty too.”
“Thank you, hun,” Y/n says fondly.
Sam sighs and playfully lies his head on top of Y/n’s making her laugh, it results in Sam shaking slightly and their child shooting the both of them a dirty look and saying, “Don’t move!” They both apologize quickly while suppressing their laughter. Dean can only stare at the three of them with adoration and Y/n catches him.
She grins and tilts her head, “What?”
Chuckling, he shakes his head, “I’m just so glad we found you that night.”
Y/n pauses, staring at him with wide eyes before melting into a smile. “Me too.”
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