garage land

Easter; Part 2

Word Count: 765
Summary: Dean and the reader’s father have an important conversation. 
Warnings: Fluff. So much fluff.

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Originally posted by acklesjensen

Dean couldn’t have been more thrilled that you didn’t seem even the least bit suspect when he suggested that your father join him out at the garage to work on the TransAm for a while before dinner.

“That would be good,” you father agreed. “I can see if my daughter is really holding her own weight out there.”

He winked at you; you smiled and hugged him before kissing Dean quickly and heading to your own truck. Dean watched you go, smiling to himself over how pretty you looked in your modest, classic-cut Easter dress. He was lucky to have you.

When the two men walked into the garage on the land, your father was truly in awe of the work you two had done on the TransAm.

“Y/N found the list of things her grandfather wanted to do to shape it up,” Dean informed him. “We adjusted it a little, added a few things that have needed to be repaired or replaced over time, but mostly, we’re sticking to the list.”

“I’m impressed. How’s Y/N doing as far as helping?”

Dean grinned, leaning against the nearby workbench. “She’s great. I mean, she knows what she’s talking about. Honestly, Mike, you raised a great girl. She smart and she’s funny. I mean, I’ve known since pretty much the first date that I wanted to spend a lot of time with Y/N, but now …”

“Now you’re thinking maybe you’d like to spend forever with her?” your father supplied.

Dean tried to fight the unmanly blush that his nerves suddenly painted on his face. He nervously fumbled for the box he’d hidden in his jacket pocket, hoping to have this opportunity to talk to your father. Dean displayed his mother’s wedding set, placing the box on the workbench.

“I would, sir. With your permission.” Dean took a deep breath. “I mean, I’m not saying I’m planning on asking her anytime soon. I know it hasn’t been a long time. I always thought that I’d date a girl for years before I wanted to marry her. But even telling Y/N that I love her came out of the blue – I knew I was feeling it, but saying it was different. It just poured out of me. I have a plan, but if it’s the same with this, I want to know that I have her father’s permission.”

Your father took a deep breath. “You know her well enough to know how important that is. Have you two talked about this before?”

“Not this specifically,” Dean said, clearing his throat. “But while we were in Florida, the subject came up. I could have asked her on the spot and been happy for the rest of my life. I figured we were caught up in the thrill of being away together for the first time, and all that. But now, we’ve been back for a while and that feeling isn’t going away. If I’m being entirely honest, I think even my family had given up on my finding someone. But Y/N … she’s changed everything.”

Your father looked at Dean; he had often found himself praying for a good man who would love his only daughter the way Dean seemed to love you. It was one of the few times in his adult life that your father had to fight tears, albeit happy ones, as he considered the young man’s request.


Later on, after dinner, Dean helped your brothers clean up the kitchen while you visited with Mary and your sister-in-law. Eli was fussing, so you accepted Kayla’s offer to feed him and see if you could get him to sleep for a while. After half of a bottle, the baby was asleep in your arms; you were leaned back in the recliner, half-asleep yourself.

Dean allowed his heart to embrace what he was feeling; his mind wandered to the future. You in that same recliner, in the house on your grandfather’s land that was now yours, holding a baby – his baby.

He thought again about the ring set in his jacket pocket, and his mind replayed the words your father had said back at the garage.

She’s my only daughter, Dean. Take care of her.

With a firm handshake, Dean had promised that he would never let anything bad come your way. And, if it did, he would be right by your side to see you through it.

There was no promise Dean Winchester had made in his life that he was more intent on keeping than the one he had made to your father that afternoon.

Adventures in Babysitting

Easter; Part 1

Word Count: 760
Summary: The reader hosts Easter dinner at her house, and invites Mary to meet her family.

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Originally posted by acklesjensen

Easter was all about family for you. Dean was gracious enough to attend church with you and your father in the morning. After the church service was over, your father and Dean disappeared out to the garage on your land to take a look at and possibly do some work on the TransAm.

Sam and Jess were with Jess’s family all day, so you offered to host Easter dinner, and invited Mary to spend the time with your family. It would be the first time anyone from your two families would be spending anytime together, but both you and Dean were looking forward to it.

You cooked a turkey, mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables. Your sister-in-law was bringing some sort of side casserole and deviled eggs, and Mary offered to make a couple of pies for dessert.

You father and Dean still had not returned to the house when Mary arrived, right on the heels of your brother’s family.

“Mary, come in,” you greeted, hugging her tightly. “This is my brother Seth, my sister-in-law Kayla, and my handsome nephew, Eli. Guys, this is Dean’s mother, Mary Winchester.”

“So nice to meet all of you,” Mary smiled, then shook Eli’s chubby little hand. “Especially you, cutie.”

Kayla and Mary got to chatting about Eli and Sam and Jess’s little bundle of joy, so you left them to visit and picked up your phone.

Your mom’s here, Sparky.

We’re on our way back.

The reply was so instantaneous, you wondered if perhaps the two of you had sent the texts at the same time.

“Where’s Romeo?” Seth asked, leaning against the counter and watching you work.

“At the garage. Beer in the fridge, if you want one.”

“Whose idea was it for them to spend time together alone?” He went to the fridge and pulled out a beer for himself and one for you.

You frowned. “Um, Dean’s, I think. Why?”

Seth shrugged and put on that mischievous smile you’d seen thousands of times, maybe more, since he was little. “Why would he want to talk to Dad alone? Think about it, Sis.”

Groaning, you rolled your eyes. “Oh, come on. They went to look at the car. They’re both into that kind of thing, and poor Dean has had to work on it with me the whole time. I’m sure he wanted help from someone who has more than a basic understanding of engines.”

Seth shrugged again and gave you a look that said you were dense. “Whatever you say, Y/N.”


Phillip, the youngest of the three kids, arrived just minutes before your father and Dean returned to the house. You introduced Phillip to Mary and then dragged your father to where the older woman was on the floor, playing with Eli.

“Mary, this is my dad, Mike. Dad, this is Dean’s mother, Mary.”

Mary stood and shook hands with your father; while they got acquainted, you accosted Dean into the kitchen.

“Okay, listen, I have to ask this so I can stomach down some dinner,” you started. “Seth was being a little shit, like he usually is, but he kind of thought that maybe you wanted to get Dad alone at the garage so that you could – I mean, I know he’s crazy, but Seth thought that maybe you were going to – to ask Dad – ugh. I can’t even get this out.”

Dean smiled down at you before kissing you softly. “Babe, it’s all right. I get what you’re trying to say. Yes, we did discuss my intentions in this relationship, but I’m not going to be getting down on one knee anytime soon.”

You were both relieved and disappointed. “Okay. I’m sorry I had to ask.”

“Never be sorry,” Dean replied, kissing you again. “Always ask.”

You grinned up at your boyfriend, joining hands with him so the two of you could go into the living room where everyone was visiting and announce that supper was ready. The introductions had gone smoothly, and as the meal continued, it seemed that Mary was fitting into your family as seamlessly as you had fit in with the Winchesters. You had no doubt that when Sam and Jess were added to the mix, things would be just as easy.

Since the subject had come up, while you ate your pie, you allowed your mind to wander to the time when Dean would get down on one knee, and your two families would become one. It made your heart race, knowing it was something that you had to look forward to …

Easter, Part 2