“I am not just a mom,” Mary said, trying to hold back her frustration but she was failing, “And you are not a child.”
“I never was.” Dean quickly responded with sadness in his voice, “I gave up knowing my own daughter so that she could be a child. Do you know wha-what I’d do if I could be just a dad? To know my own kid? You have that chance and your-” Dean stopped himself before he got too worked up. “So between us and them-”
“It’s not like that.” Mary interrupted her oldest son.
“Yeah Mary, it is.” Dean cut in with a serious face which Mary returned, however it was easy to see that Dean’s words had hurt her. “And you made your choice. So there’s the door.” Dean finished, pointing up towards the door as his emotions nearly broke through. He walked away, unable to be in the same room as his mother anymore.
Sam moved out of his seat to follow Dean, however Mary called to him, “Sam-” She said.
Sam looked up at his mother with tears in his eyes, “You should go.” He told her.
“Dean has a daughter?” She asked, drawing Sam’s attention back into the conversation.
Sam simply nodded his head, thinking of you caused more emotions to rise within him, bringing more tears to his eyes. “Yeah, Y/N, she-she’s five.” Sam replied thickly with emotion.
“And why doesn’t he see her?” Mary questioned.
Sam looked back at his mother with unbelieving eyes, “This life that we live, Dean wanted better for her; he wanted her to be a child. So we stay away.” Mary slowly nodded her head as she took in her youngest child’s words, “You really should go.” Sam repeated himself,
A/N: This is for the One Prompt For All Dean Challenge, hosted by the lovely Beka @impala-dreamer This challenge was great, and I’ve been so excited to post this. The prompt is the very first line of the fic. I hope you all like it - and I’d love to hear what you thought, so if you care to drop me a line… I’m curious. :-)
Pairing: Dean x reader
Warnings: Angst, fluff, language, implied smut, unexpected pregnancy, talk of abortion, vomiting, implied canon-typical violence, and I hope I didn’t forget anything.
Word count: ~2700
didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to kill me.”
the toilet, refusing to see the breakfast you had just thrown up.
trying to kill you Y/N?”
Your kid is, you thought as you rested your head back
against the tub and wiped your mouth on the nearest towel.
did you say?”
your head around, meeting Dean’s eyes in the mirror as you frantically tried to
think if you really said it out loud. But his eyes were more amused than
alarmed, so you mustn’t have. What a
Warnings: sleeping Daddy!Dean, Auntie Jody feels, and just general ovarian distress!
Word Count: 558 (un-beta’d)
A/N: Thanks to @impalaimagining for setting the train for this into motion earlier haha! I’ve had this little idea for a little while and our conversation earlier just sparked it into life! Also, I am not a mom, but have several friends and family who are recently new moms. So if I’m way off base any of you that are moms…sorry. I’m just going of their experiences that they’ve told me about or I’ve been around for. Plus all moms are different, so hopefully you enjoy this regardless!
Jody: How’re you guys doing since I left? Y/N: We’re doing pretty good! Miss having the second set of hands ;) Jody: I miss you guys too! Y/N: Well you should see these two right now! I slipped away to get a shower post diaper change and they’re out cold! Jody: Really?! Y/N: Well, Savanna is very slowly waking up right now and it’s kind of hilarious. Just like Dean. Jody: Oh man! I can only imagine. Y/N: Hey are you at home right now? Jody: Yeah. Y/N: Okay, I’m going to FaceTime you, just super quiet so you can see this real time ;)
Summary – Children
can be so cruel; can Dean make it all better?
Word Count –
Warnings – Is Daddy!Dean a warning? I think Daddy!Dean should be a warning…
A/N –Request by @youtubehelpsmesurvive:
“First of all, I’m a really big fan of your writing!! I was wondering if you could
do a Dean x reader story based off either the song Wanted…by Hunter Hayes. AND I had two requests for a
Daddy!Winchester story, so I’m going to combine them both in this one.
Dean truly loved the life he had now, but he was about to
pull his hair out in frustration. You
were away visiting relatives out of state, and he was left as the sole
caretaker of your six-year-old daughter for the week. He was at a loss to figure out how to do the
fishtail braid that the little girl was demanding he put into her hair.
Being Dean’s Daughter and he meets you when he thought you were dead would include...
- At first he’s very suspicious, after all he was certain you died as a baby
- He treats you like anyone else until he knows for sure as not to risk becoming too close
- He likes you from the start, your cocky remarks and love for pie, he already knew you were his daughter deep down
- He asks about your Mother, you don’t answer
- Cas is the one to tell Dean you are in fact his daughter
- He doensn’t want you to hunt until he finds out you already know how
- “You hunt?…Of course you do…”
- “I’m never gonna get used to being called Dad.”
- Well, kid. Welcome to the Bunker. Meet your Uncle Sam and your Uncle Cas.”
- You become closer and closer
- He’s insanely overprotective over you
- The older you get, the more he lets you go on hunts- even though you end up saving him and your Uncle Sam a lot
- “Pie?” “Pie sounds good.”
- Dean’s got you back and he’s determined not to let you go
- “Dad?” “No.”
- “Uncle Sammy”
- “Uncle Cas”
- Crowley calls you Rabbit
- You call him “Uncle Crowley” much to his dislike
- You and your Dad both have a rule that you can’t go to bed angry, so you don’t argue often and when you do it gets settled quickly
- When you sleep in the Impala you always sleep on his chest
- Unlike you, Dean never feels the cold so you often take his clothes as extra layers in the winter- mostly the hoodies he doesn’t wear
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Requested by anon:
Being Dean’s daughter, and he meeting you after he thought you died when you were a kid would involve? Please?
Thanks for being like the first person to notice this request haha xD But honestly, thank you for requesting and I hope you like it!
A/N: This is another editions from my personal collection, the reason I’m re-doing these is because of the babby fever taking over me, and the best way not to give in to it is writing about it, or in this case edit an old fic.
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Super Big Brother
“Ok then,” you sigh and Dean nods rapidly as he speaks. “We’ll go straight to the point. We need to be direct with him, he’s a big boy.”
“Yeah,” you agree a little out of breath. “He can take it, right?” Dean eyes widen in doubt and your shoulders drop. “What if he can’t take it? Oh my goodness, he’s still a baby. My baby. This is all a mistake.”
You start to hyperventilate, Dean’s quick to rub your arms up and down. “Look at me,” he says in a sweet voice, you comply. “Is gonna be fine, he’s gonna be fine.” He bites his lower lip and you wonder how did you get so lucky.
“Okay, we’re telling him and we’ll answer any question he has.” Taking a deep breath you look back into Dean’s eyes. “What kind of questions can a three year-old make, huh?”
Dean shrugs, his arms let go of you and he pushes away from the kitchen table he’d been leaning on. You follow his lead and start walking behind him out the kitchen and down the hall.
“Wait!” you shout and run back to the kitchen, Dean stands in the middle of the corridor dumbfounded.
“Uh, sweetheart?” Dean takes a few steps your way when you rush out the door almost bumping into him, sippy cup with chocolate milk in one hand, a plate with some homemade oatmeal cookies in the other.
“Let’s go.” You nod ahead for him to lead the way one more time.
Dean’s eyes on the plate and he goes for one of the cookies. He groans when you smack his hand away away. “They’re not for you! You can have one later, I made a whole tray today.”
Dean grins like a three year-old and you roll your eyes.
Summary: You and Dean find a small infant while clearing a crime scene. She suddenly becomes the center of the world.
Warnings: mild angst, mention of blood, life-threatening wounds. Dean being his perfect paternal self??
A/N: thank you so much for reading!
You both stood over the crib. Fingers which, only minutes ago, had been poised over their two respective triggers, now lay at rest by your sides. Each of you more wordless than the other. Instead of the monster you’d been expecting, there was a nursery. A soft raspberry-colored room, with accents of pinks and whites. Stuffed animals were spread sparsely throughout the room, and a small bookshelf to the far left held just a few children’s books that’d been read thousands of times to unborn ears.
And here you stood, Dean beside you, as your eyes remained glued to the infant laying inside the confines of the crib. Her parents were gone, torn apart brutally in the early morning. Tragedy had befallen the sweet baby in front of you, and all you could think about was how peaceful she seemed, how innocent and unknowing she was in all of this. Her jaw moved up and down as if she was still sucking on a binkie, and the gentle sound that came from her not-possibly-more-than-two-month-old form melted your heart.
Summary: You’re pregnant and Dean’s being super caring. Sadly, this also means he’s cooking healthy, nutritious food for you and the baby. All the healthy food, for months. Until you’ve had enough.
Word Count: 1100+
Munch. Munch. Munch.
You were stuffing your face with cookies, and ice cream, and pizza. Yes, all three of those. Yes, at the same time.
Sure, a few months ago you would have judged something like this as disgusting, super unhealthy, a great recipe for a heart disease… But, after countless weeks of kale, cabbage, spinach, carrots, lean meat, and lentils… you just didn’t care anymore. You wanted all the junk food, now.
The pregnancy book was staring at you from the table, and you stared back, glared even as your lips wrapped around a spoon of chocolate ice-cream. Take this, you stupid book.
You had a stake dinner two hours ago and ate half of mine
Dean, you do realize she is pregnant right?
Yes, she already has your appetite Dean
Oh yes. She is already strong, loving, caring like you. She is also
stubborn, like Dean
Thats my girl
Did they find out? Or did you have to tell them?
Of course, Cas told me on one of our hunts.
I think its time for you to take it easy now. We dont want anything
happening to you or the baby
Damn straight. I dont want anything happening to my girls
Fine. Cas, are you going to stay with me and play doctor?
I would love to keep you company”
is caught off guard by the pregnancy news and surprised you didnt
find out yet or didnt fit the puzzles together. He is happy about
being a father but also is scared because he didnt want anything
happening to you or baby. Castiel has been wanting to tell you about
your pregnancy, so he told Sam. Which Sam told him to wait until you
found out so that you could tell Dean and finally him and Cas. Weeks
has gone by and nothing. Castiel got tired of waiting and decided to
tell the both of you instead, which he is happy he did because the
expressions on both of you faces is extremely priceless for him. Sam
is happy for his brother and happy he is going to be an uncle. An
uncle to a niece and he is getting excited about meeting her. You
couldnt believe you are pregnant, you didnt know if you could get
pregnant at all and finally. A little life is growing inside you. The
pregnancy made you incredibly happy. So happy the father is someone
like Dean. So happy your daughter is going to have an uncle like Sam
and Castiel. Something you have never had at all. It was only you and
your parents growing up until they passed away. A family you have
Nearly fives years back, Dean learned that he was going to be a father. It was a terrifying reality that kept him up many nights, but he’d secretly always wanted a kid or two, and eventually his excitement was greater than his fear. The hardest part of raising the kid, he knew, would be making him or her feel safe in a world riddled with threats both human and supernatural, and so the day his daughter was born, he promised to do whatever it takes to let her know she’s safe.
“Sweetheart, I am absolutely positive that there are no monsters under your bed.” Dean crawls out from beneath the four-year-old’s bed, stands up, and straightens his shirt.
Pairing: Single Parent AU - Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 1700 (exactly!!)
Warnings: light cursing (like, one F bomb)
A/N: This was written for @splendidcas‘s Birthday Fic Challenge. I’m so sorry that it’s late, but I hope you had a wonderful birthday! (May many wonderful pictures and gifs of Misha Collins and Castiel grace your presence.) XD
This story is written in two different perspectives (the reader’s and Dean’s). Thoughts are in italics.
Constructive criticism and feedback is welcome!
“Mary, would you hold still for just two seconds?” Dean pleaded as he attempted to braid his six year old daughter’s hair.
“But Daddy, you’re taking forever,” she whined.
Dean sighed in response, still trying to make sense of the tangled mess in his hands. He eventually gave up on the braid and settled on putting Mary’s hair up into a high ponytail.
“There,” he declared when he finished. “Now grab your backpack and head to the car. We gotta get you to school.”
Mary immediately sprinted towards her bag and then latched onto her dad’s leg as he looked for his keys and his wallet.
“Dad, hurry up. You’re gonna make us late,” Mary teased, smirking at her father.
“Yeah, yeah, alright. We’re going.” Dean ushered his daughter out the door and into the car, making his way to her school.
Summary: The reader witnesses a cute moment between Dean and their daughter.
Pairing/Characters: Dean x Reader and their young daughter
Word Count: 592
Warnings: Basic talk about giving birth, Literally one curse word, SO MUCH FLUFF
A/N: Just a short little thing for this week’s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge being hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing. I used both prompts here: “Stop filming me, moron!” and “Person 1 is ticklish and person 2 uses that to get cuddles during the day.” It’s been a while since I’ve written anything that’s just pure fluff and it was nice to get back to it, even if it was only for about 600 words. Enjoy some domestic Daddy!Dean fluff below the cut!
Cast: Dean, Y/N, Charlotte (6), Cassie, (3), Catherine, (2), and Bennett (7 months old)
Word Count: 1,169
A/N: This is for @luci-in-trenchcoats Michelle’s 2K Writing Challenge! Thank you so much for allowing me to participate!! And @chaos-and-the-calm67 this was one of the gifs you submitted I just turned it into a one shot!
Warnings: language, FLUFF, daddy!dean feels, and FEELS.
After your son Bennett was born you practically on your hands and knees just begging Dean ever chance you got to go get some pictures taken. They weren’t going to stay that young forever. You would remind him frequently to also guilt him. Dean didn’t understand why you wanted pictures done so badly and after he thought it over and talked to Sam about it. He decided for your birthday, a part of your present they could go out and get some pictures done.
Dean calls the ambulance first. He tells them where he is and that he’s been shot, all the while clamping his arm over the wound in his gut. Then he calls Sam, gives him the same information, and tells him to meet him at the hospital and to bring his four-year-old daughter. Then he focuses on staying conscious. He’s been shot enough times to know that he won’t die anytime soon from this particular injury; he just has to fight against the pain and fatigue. Back a ways he left his shooter, a vampire, to rot in a smelly basement.
He stays awake until the ambulance reaches the hospital, but then he’s out before there’s any talk of putting him under. When he comes to, the dull ache in his side makes him groan, and he opens his eyes to find himself in the usual hospital room. It’s night, the only light on is a lamp behind his bed, and he’s the only patient in here. A nurse comes in, gives him the usual rundown, and clips the morphine control button to the rail near his hand. Moments after she leaves, Sam enters, but the toddler he chaperones beats him to the bed. Features taut with worry, she makes insistent noises and claws at the blankets until Sam helps her up, whereupon she buries her face in her father’s shoulder.