Author’s Note: Hello everyone! So this is my second request (first one I’m uploading! *does a little happy dance*) and I wish to thank the very sweet anon who asked for this! There you go little sunshine, I hope you like this! And I’m definitely going to do a part two for this one! I’m so excited to write more about this!!!
Summary: After Dean was ripped to shreds, not only did he leave behind Sammy and Bobby, but his shy, non-hunter girlfriend… and a little boy with the same striking green eyes.
Warnings: Um, none that I can think of, but if you find any please contact me to let me know! :)
Pairings: Dean x Reader (implied)
“See this one baby?
This is your daddy.” You pointed to a picture of you and Dean together, a few
weeks before he was ripped to shreds by the hell hounds and dragged to hell. In
the picture, you were sitting down on Bobby’s couch, one hand resting atop your
enlarged stomach and the other stroking Dean’s hair softly as you both smiled
down at your bump. You sniffled, trying to hold back tears at the simple, yet
unbelievably cherished memory. No matter how much it hurt to look at older
photographs of you and Dean or even reminiscing the older days, you were determined
to let your little guy know his daddy.
Your little baby boy.
You had both settled on the name James after finding out the gender, an honor
to your dad but also a name that had a soft spot in both of your hearts. His
middle name? Well as cliché as it sounds, you decided to give him Dean’s name.
His full name was James Dean Winchester. Your warm tears had blended together with
your radiant smile when you first held him in your hands and you just knew that, that
was his name. All the nurses and doctors were awestruck at the little boy that
managed to steal their hearts a few mere hours after his birth. As for Sam, he
stayed with you for the short remaining of your pregnancy but after seeing his nephew
and the striking resemblance he held to his long dead brother drifted away,
though there was the occasional call, checking up on the both of you the first couple of weeks after his departure. But the
past two months, there was no call, no text, not even a mail. You of course had
tried to reach out to him, but all his phones and accounts were disconnected and you couldn’t
help but think of the worse. You couldn’t shake the bad feeling at the pit of your stomach every time you thought on Sam.
You were pulled out of
your thoughts when baby James was making grabby hands at the picture of Dean
and tried to pronounce the word ‘dad’,
but only managed to get out the letter ‘d’. “Yes baby, this is your daddy.”
You whispered softly, placing a small kiss on top of James’ soft blond tresses.
Just then, the door swung open and in came Bobby. Ever since you announced your
pregnancy to Dean, he basically begged you to stay with Bobby instead of the
cheap motel rooms you usually crashed in. You weren’t a hunter, but that didn’t
stop you from travelling with them; nonetheless, Dean wanted to ensure both of
your safeties. It was kind of awkward at first, your extremely shy nature not
making things easier, but as the month flew by, you grew accustomed to Bobby’s
presence and he became like a father to you too and a lovely granddad to James
“Hiya (y/n/n), how are
the two of you today?” he smiled, moving towards you and James on the couch.
Seeing the pictures of Dean and you, tears sprung to Bobby’s eyes and he
immediately looked up to you with a soft expression.
“We’re good Bobby,
thank you. Just showing my little man pictures of his Daddy.” You smiled back,
voice thick with emotion. Bobby placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and
smiled down at the baby boy.
outside, wanna take him for a walk?”
“I suppose it’s a good
idea. What do you think little guy? You up for a walk?” you asked the baby and
he eagerly smiled up at you. Both you and Bobby smiled at the gestured and you
picked up James, securing him in your arms, taking his bag from Bobby, which you
had laying around the living room, with a few of James’ toys and supplies .
“We’ll be back in a
while.” You informed Bobby and headed outside after taking James’ small hand
and waving at Bobby.
Little did you know
that when you’d get back, your whole life was going to be turned upside-down…
“Bobby! We are home!”
(y/n) yelled walking in, shutting the door behind her with her foot as her
hands were occupied with a wiggling James. Strange. The place wasn’t always
crystal clear clean, but the chairs tipped over and papers all over the place
were signs of a hustle. Her heart sped up at the sight and she held James
closer to her, trying to hush the fussing baby.
“Bobby?” her voice was held barely concealed concern mixed with fear. Since day one of the pregnancy, there
had always been this fear that something from the supernatural world would find
out of the existence of a baby Winchester and would come after James and her.
What if this was the case? What if something broke in and-
“(y/n)? You home?”
Bobby asked but something was off about his voice and that set you off even
further. He came into view and you immediately took a step back, cradling James
to your chest.
“Bobby, what’s going
on?” you could feel the change in the air and the tension in the atmosphere
could be sliced with a butter knife. Bobby had tears in his eyes and you could
see a few tear tracks marking his cheeks.
someone here and-“ he was cut off by the rising lump in his throat. How was he
supposed to break the news to you? There wasn’t exactly a manual, with a
step-by-step guidance to break the news to someone that their significant very dead other was-
A dark, familiar silhouette approached the living
room with cautious, yet hurried steps and then a hauntingly familiar voice
And there he was. Dirt
and sweat matted his hair to his forehead and smudged his clothes. His brilliant green eyes
despite the profound tiredness shone with tears of awe and adoration, all aimed
at the innocent baby boy that starred up at the figure with curious eyes that were
the exact same copy.
You were speechless.
Mouth open, eyes wide with curiosity and absolute fear. This isn’t him. He was
dead. You buried him and mourned him and cried and sobbed and asked ‘why?!’
more times than you could count. This had to be a dream. That’s it. You were
dreaming. You simply fell asleep on the park bench with James against you. This was all a dream. You were dreaming. You
“You ain’t dreamin’
(y/n). He’s really here. That’s really-“