Request! ::Dean and readers future child come visits them in the bunker and they have to take care of the kid for a few days , but the reader and Dean aren’t even together yet :)) thank you!
A/N:: Pic below was found on Google, I don’t know the boy’s name but he is a model.
There was a knock on the door. You looked at Dean and Sam, confusion clear on your face. You rarely received visitors at the bunker; mainly because you didn’t have a reason for people to visit.
“I’ll get it, I guess,” You stood up and went to the door, peeking through it before fully opening it. A little boy was standing there. He couldn’t have been older than seven.
“Well hey little guy, what are you doing here?” You crouched down at his level. You weren’t very good with kids; it’s not that you didn’t like them, it’s just that you didn’t have much experience, so any encounter you had with a child was awkward at best. Dean and Sam were much better with them, probably due to their years of hunting. Some cases dealt with children, and luckily most of them turned out okay.
The little boy’s eyes brightened when he saw you and he stammered excitedly. “I w-was sent here because my mom and dad needed your help to watch me because they had to go on a hunt and didn’t want me in their time so they sent me here and–”
“Woah, slow down bub!” You laughed, “What do you mean ‘in their time’? Who are your parents?” You looked around outside, but couldn’t see a trace of anyone but the boy.
The little boy’s eyes went wide. “Oops, I wasn’t supposed to say anything about time. I’m not allowed to tell you who they are. They just need your help. Can you help?”
“Well, I can try,” you looked around outside once more before letting the boy inside.
Sam and Dean were both surprised to see him.
“What’s this?” Dean asked, looking at the kid.
“He said his parents sent him to us to look after him while they go on a hunt.” You put your hand on the boy’s back and led him to the table so he could sit down. You took his bag and placed it on the floor next to him. He stared at Dean curiously, nervously fidgeting in his seat.
“We don’t have time to play babysitter, (Y/n). Who are his parents?” Dean looked at the boy again, feeling uneasy from his stare.
“I’m not allowed to say,” the boy repeated.
Dean raised an eyebrow at you, and you shrugged. “We can’t just leave him outside. He said they were hunters, so we can at least trust that they’ll be back for him,” you sat down at the table.
“Yeah, maybe.” Dean scoffed.
“What’s your name?” Sam finally spoke, his eyes soft with curiosity.
The boy looked at Sam and a twinge of excitement flashed over him for a few moments. “My name is Jude!” He grinned. He went to say something else, but stopped himself.
Sam returned the smile. “Okay Jude, did your parents say anything about how long you’ll be here? What made them decide to bring you to us?"
Jude’s little brows furrowed as he thought for a while. "They said it was going to be a few days.” He rubbed his face in frustration, much like Dean does. “I’m not allowed to tell you how they know you.”
“It’s okay,” you put your hand on his shoulder, seeing that he was upset. “Are you hungry? Or thirsty?"
"Can you make me my favorite?” Jude asked you.
You stared at him. “And what’s your favorite?"
"Oh, right.” Jude mumbled as he looked at the table. “I like grilled cheese."
"I think I can manage that.” You smiled and went to stand up, but Jude stopped you.
“I like it the way Da—Dean makes it.” His face flushed red as he glanced over at Dean. “Can you make it? Please?"
Dean’s expression twisted into confusion. "Uh… yeah. Sure thing, kiddo. One grilled cheese coming right up.” He looked at Sam, who shrugged with the same confusion, and went to the kitchen.
“Can I have an apple, too? Mom would get mad if I didn’t have something healthy,” Jude flushed red again.
You laughed, “Sure, I’ll go cut one up for you.” You met Dean in the kitchen.
Jude sat back in his chair, swinging his legs as he looked at Sam.
“So,” Sam cleared his throat awkwardly, “Your parents are hunters huh? What do they hunt?"
"Bad things. Scary monsters.” Jude said nonchalantly. “But I’m not scared of them, Mom and Dad are great hunters and they said they’ll always protect me,” He added quickly.
Sam nodded. “Monsters. That must be how they know us,” he mumbled to himelf. “What do you do when they’re away?"
"Sometimes my uncle stays with me, or a family friend. He’s like an uncle too.” Jude grinned, looking around at the bunker. “We play hide and seek, or pretend we’re fighting our own monsters, or we’ll play games until Mom and Dad get back."
You and Dean returned from the kitchen with Jude’s food. You set some juice and the apple in front of him, and Dean slid the plate toward him.
"Here you go, kiddo.” Dean smiled, “Hope you like it."
Jude took a big bite out of the grilled cheese. "Oh yeah,” he said through a mouthful, “Awesome."
You watched Jude for a while, realizing his mannerisms are very much like Dean’s and thought it was odd. He finished eating and yawned.
"Tired, huh?” You smiled.
“No,” Jude yawned again, then nodded defeatedly. “Yeah, maybe a little."
"I’ll get your bag and you can go sleep in the guest room, how’s that?” Sam asked. Jude nodded and Sam showed him to his room.
“That kid…” Dean said after they left.
“What is it?” You asked, hoping Dean had picked up on how the child was behaving.
Dean contemplated for a while, then shook his head. “Nothing."
Sam came back after a few moments of silence and sat at the table again. "He fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. Must have been an exhausting trip for the little guy."
"I wonder where he came from?” You pondered. “He said something about 'in his time’.”
“Hm, probably just meant time zone.” Sam said, but there was a hint of doubt in his voice. With the things you’ve experienced and the stories the boys have told you, you weren’t surprised that Sam thought there was more to this situation than simple time zones.
“What are we supposed to do with a kid? We have bigger fish to fry here." Dean disregarded the complexity of the conversation, focused on the now like he always does.
"We obviously can’t take any cases at the moment, unless you two go and I stay here with Jude…” You mumbled, not quite liking that idea. You liked to hunt just as much as those two did.
“We’ll all stay. We need a break anyway, don’t you think?” Sam looked at Dean, who grumbled in response.
“Not sure how much of a break this will allow us.” Dean rubbed his face, then slapped the table. “But I guess we’ll figure something out."
"He seems to be a nice kid. He’s not afraid, that’s for sure.” You recalled that when you were his age, strangers were a big no-no and you were to steer clear of them. But Jude seemed to have acted like he already knew the three of you…
“I’m gonna get this stuff cleaned up,” You stood up and gathered the dishes from the table. Maybe you would just clean the entire kitchen. You and the boys usually clean as you go, but It had been a busy week so the kitchen was needing some TLC.
“Want some help, (Y/n)?” Dean stood up and took the dishes out of your arms.
You smiled, fighting back the blush that was threatening to show. “Yeah, sure.” The both of you went into the kitchen.
“Oh man, we’ve been slacking I think,” Dean scanned the room. Dishes were piled up in the sink, pots and pans were still sitting on the stove.
“We’ve been busy, it happens.” You shrugged. “This isn’t as bad as it could be.” You pulled out your phone to get some music going, then set it on the counter. Dean was still standing there holding the plates and cup, looking at the mess as if he didn’t know where to start. You laughed and walked toward him.
“Give me those,” You said playfully, reaching for the plates. Your hands ended up covering Dean’s, and for a moment the both of you froze and stared at each other. You couldn’t tell what Dean was thinking, but the grin that his lips started to curl into was giving you an idea. You bit your lip and broke away from his stare, getting the plates and taking them to the sink. You could feel Dean’s eyes burning into your back.
“You gonna help me or just stand there like a lost puppy?” You smiled, looking down into the sink as you cleared it to fill it with hot, soapy water. Dean cleared his throat and went to the stove to gather all of the pans, then set them next to the sink.
“You wash, I’ll dry?” He offered. You nodded, and Dean picked up a towel. The two of you stood there with your dish-washing assembly line for a few minutes, when all of a sudden…
“MOM! DAD!” Both of you jumped as you heard Jude cry out.
“What the–” Dean said, looking at the doorway of the kitchen, as if that would allow him to see into the guest room.
You dried off your hands. “We should probably see what’s going on…"
You and Dean walked into the guest room to see Jude, the blankets pulled up to his chin.
"Mom, I had a nightmare!” Jude cried.
Dean looked at you, eyebrow raised.
“What?” You stammered.
“It was scary Mom… you died!” Jude was shaking, then looked at Dean. “And you couldn’t save her! You said you would protect her, Dad!"
"What is going on here?” Dean walked toward Jude. “Hey, kiddo. We aren’t your parents."
"But you are! Dad, you are!” Jude cried again. Sam was in the room at this point.
“Dean…” Sam said, looking at Jude.
Then it dawned on you. Jude was your son. He was from the future. “In my time…” You recalled.
“Oh God,” Dean mumbled, then looked at you. You didn’t know what to make of all of this. You didn’t know whether to laugh because you knew there was something familiar about Jude, or cry because of Dean’s reaction. Either way, this little boy was your son - or at least he will be - and he’s afraid. You went and sat next to him on the bed.
“Jude, it was just a nightmare. Okay? As you can see, your dad and I are fine.” You looked up at Dean nervously. “We’re all fine. It was just a bad dream.” You hugged him, then kissed the top of his head. This was all so strange to you, but deep down you knew this was the right thing to do.
Once Jude was calm, he drifted back to sleep. You quietly got off the bed and left the room, refusing to look at Dean. His reaction was expected, but it still hurt you for some reason. Maybe it was because you really liked Dean, and it seemed like rejection on his part. But that was illogical, and you knew that. He just wasn’t prepared for all of this. And frankly, neither were you. Kids weren’t on your agenda, at least not for a while. You wondered when it all happened, considering you weren’t even with Dean, and Jude had to have been at least eight years old. You went to your room, trying to sort everything out.
“This may change everything, us knowing who he is,” Sam muttered, trying to research time travel. “There’s gotta be something here that will give us a better idea of how he got here."
"That doesn’t matter, Sam.” Dean sat, face in his hands. “None of this matters. I think I hurt (Y/n)."
"This is all so sudden, don’t be so hard on yourself man.” Sam glanced at his brother. "We weren’t expecting this, you know.“
"Yeah but if he is my son… that means (Y/n) and I get together at some point.”
“How do you feel about that?” Sam asked.
“I- I don’t know, Sammy. I kinda like it. But now that I know what the future holds, I feel like I have to do everything I can to make it happen. I just don’t know.” He shook his head.
“Well the way I see it, if it’s meant to happen it will. In due time. There’s no need to feel pressured to do or be anything. Besides, future you sent Jude here for a reason, so maybe this is how you realize your feelings for (Y/n).”
Dean was quiet for a while. “This is just giving me a headache."
"Focus on the now, Dean. Go see (Y/n), make sure she’s okay.” Sam nodded, encouraging him.
Dean nodded in agreement and went to see you. “How are you, (Y/n)?” He asked after opening your door.
“I don’t know Dean. How are you?” You looked at him grimly.
“Somewhat confused, but I’ll be alright.” Dean sat next to you, then nudged your arm. “Seems like we make a nice kid in the future, though."
"Yeah well…” You started, but Dean finished.
“I like you, (Y/n). If I’m meant to have a son, I’m glad it’s going to be with you.” He smiled. “I mean, if you want…"
You laughed, clearly relieved. "Well, not right now of course!”
“Eh, maybe not now. But we can practice, can’t we?” He winked, putting an arm around you.
“I suppose so,” You laughed again.
The next few days went well. You and Dean let Jude call you Mom and Dad, but you warned him not to speak too much of the future because you weren’t sure how it would affect things.
Then one morning, there was a knock at the door. You stood up to go answer it, but Jude stopped you.
“They said when they come get me, I have to go out there alone. They don’t want you to see them."
"Yeah, guess that makes sense.” You nodded, looking at Dean. “Seems like something you would insist on."
You helped Jude gather his things, and your heart felt heavy when it was time to say goodbye. Jude smiled. "Don’t worry Mom, I’ll see you soon!” He looked at Dean. “You too, Dad!"
"You take care of them, kiddo.” Dean smiled with adoration, the corners of his eyes crinkled.
Jude waved and went out the door.
You and Dean both waited a few moments before rushing to the door to peak outside, just in time to see the back end of the Impala fade away.
“Well, at least I know we will still have Baby,” Dean mused with a big grin on his face as he wrapped his arms around you.
“He’s going to be great,” You mumbled against Dean’s chest, “Especially since he will have you as a father."
"I bet his mom is smoking hot, too.” Dean chuckled.