mary..hes mine

Imagine refusing to be left behind on a hunt when you are 39 weeks pregnant and going into labor in the Impala.

Request by @msimpala67 - Thank you for this request. It was so much fun to write. I’m adding it to my Life Unexpected Series because it fits perfectly. Thank you for helping with my writer’s block! You’re awesome!

“Y/N!” Dean pleaded with you. “You have no business being on a hunt,” he paused searching for the best way to put it. “In the condition you’re in right now,” he finished with a sigh.

“The condition I’m in right now?” You challenged from your place on the couch. 

Dean rolled his eyes at you clearly exasperated. 

You had a bowl of ice cream sitting on your swollen stomach. Just moments ago, before this fight broke out, you Dean, and Sam had been watching the baby kick the bowl. You had all been laughing. Then Sam mentioned that he found a job.

Sam sat in silence as you glared at Dean. You looked to Sam. “Did he really just say that to me Sam?” You asked him not really looking for an answer. He put his hands up in surrender, refusing to answer your question which only fueled your fire. You attempted to stand, your belly sticking so far out in front of you that it was difficult, to say the least. You finally managed to get in an upright position with a huff.

“Sweetheart,” Dean said tentatively. You glared at him but didn’t interrupt. “You can hardly get up or get around. You don’t move very quickly these days,” he said with a chuckle as he looked at you with your hands on your hips.

You furrowed your eyebrows and started moving quickly toward Sam and Dean. You waddled like a duck that had something stuck up its rear. You glanced at Sam who had an amused look on his face from his seat at the table. Immediately, he wiped the smirk off his face a spoke. “See Dean, she can manage just fine,” he said trying to contain his laughter. As you waddled past him, you hit him on the back of the head just enough to make a statement. This brought forth his laughter in earnest. You looked to Dean who was smiling at you.

“Look, guys,” you said. “If you don’t just take me with you, I’ll jump in one of the other cars and follow your asses.” You said with finality.

Dean sighed heavily and put his head in his hand. He realized there was no reasoning with you. This was a battle he would have to concede.

You continued, “and we’re leaving this afternoon so you don’t have an opportunity to leave me behind.” You padded down the hall to yours and Dean’s room to pack some things. Sam was still laughing as you left. You blew a strand of hair out of your face, irritated.

Two hours later, you and the boys were a good hour away from the bunker, driving down an old highway with the windows down. Dean had the music blaring because he said, “The baby loves classic rock so it’s staying.”

You laid stretched out on the back seat, tapping your toes along with the music. You laughed as Heat of the Moment came on. You made eye contact with Dean in the rear view mirror, and he winked at you. You smiled sweetly back at him, your fight forgotten, and gently patted your stomach. Nine months ago when You and Dean had ended up in bed together, you’d have never thought it would evolve into what it had, or that it would include a baby. You smiled as you closed your eyes.

A sharp pain shot through your abdomen the moment you closed your eyes. You dismissed it, but the pain stayed fairly constant for about the next 2 minutes then eased away. You breathed a sigh of relief and closed your eyes again.

“You okay princess?” Dean said from the front a look of concern on his face. You managed a smiled and nodded keeping your eyes closed, and it happened again. The pain shot through you, and this time it was more intense. You couldn’t hide your discomfort. “What is it sweetheart?” Dean asked unable to keep the panic out of his voice.

Sam had turned around to check on you and at that moment your water broke.

“Oh shit,” you muttered.

Sam’s eyes went wide as he spoke. “Dean her water just broke.”

“Her what just what?” He said not wanting to understand what was happening that very moment in his back seat. In baby.

“Dean,” you screamed as the contractions continued to intensify. “You need to find a hospital now!” you demanded.

“I’m on it,” Sam said as he looked down at his phone. “Shit,” he mumbled under his breath. “The nearest hospital or anything like that is over an hour away.”

“An hour?” Dean said is disbelief. Sam just looked at him and nodded gravely.

“Guys!! I don’t have an hour, I really think you should pull over!” you were desperately trying to pull off your underwear as the pressure was increasing. Dean did what you said and pulled over. Both boys jumped out of the car. Dean ran around to Sam’s side and opened the door. Your legs were spread and Dean got a good look at the situation. His face went white.

“Oh my God, Dean what is it?” you asked in a panic.

He looked at Sam while pointing at you. “Sam is that a head?” His voice raising and getting higher with each word.

Sam’s eyes went wide and he pushed Dean to the side and climbed into the car. “Yeah Dean that’s the head,” Sam said to Dean surprisingly calmly and then looked in your eyes. “Y/N, just breath for me okay? and lay back.” You tried to lay back but the pain was excruciating. “Dean,” Sam yelled trying to snap Dean out of his haze. It didn’t work.

“Dean Winchester!” You screamed as the next contraction hit you. That brought him to, and he ran to the other side of the car and flung the door open.

“Sam what can I do?” He asked in a panic, desperate to make something better.

“Climb in and give her something to lean on and something to focus on,” Sam said from your feet. “Y/N the next contraction your going to give me a push,” Sam added.

In that time Dean had settled himself behind you and pulled you between his legs. Your head collapsed on his chest as he pushed your hair out of your sweaty face. Your breathing was labored, and you were starting to cry.

“Shhh baby, it’s okay. I’m here. I’ve got you. Sam knows what he is doing,” Dean said glancing up at Sam. “Right, Sammy?”

Sam just looked at him wide eyed. That didn’t comfort you in the least. “Yeah, sure,” Sam managed.

“Oh God Dean, am I seriously going to deliver our baby IN BABY?!” you screamed as another contraction hit.

Dean rubbed your shoulders and whispered in your ear, “Take deep breaths Y/N. It will be fine.”

“Y/N, you’ve got to push,” Sam said as Dean took your hands for leverage. You pushed with all your might and the pressure was so intense that you let out a blood curdling scream. Both Dean and Sam were yelling over you, cheering you on. The contraction subsided, and you breathed heavy.

“One more may do it, Y/N. So next time make it count,” Sam said with a smile. You managed a stifled cry and nod as Dean squeezed your hands tightly for support.

“It’s coming,” you screamed as the pain hit you again.

“Push!” Dean and Sam yelled in unison and you did. The next thing you heard was a high pitched scream, and you started crying. You looked at Sam and he was holding a baby. Your baby. He was crying which only made you cry harder. You felt Dean’s tears falling on your neck as well.

“It’s a girl,” Sam said with a laugh as he looked down at her. Immediately Dean tore off his flannel and handed it to Sam. He wrapped the baby tightly in the shirt and then handed her to you.

From behind you Dean looked over your shoulder and said, “Hey baby girl,” he said to your daughter. He kissed you on the cheek and said, “You were a beast, baby.”

You smiled at him and managed a laugh. “What should we name her?” you asked as you stared into her dark green eyes. She had her daddy’s eyes which warmed your heart.

“I’ve been thinking Emmary,” Dean said as he gently stroked the babies cheek.

“Emmary?” You questioned liking the sound of it.

“Yeah, your mom, Emily and mine, Mary,” he said his lips close to your ear as he kissed your neck.

You leaned against him and smiled. “That’s perfect, Dean. Emmary Jane Winchester.” You said throwing in Jane because you had always loved that name.

Dean kissed you tenderly and then looked at the baby. “Hello, Emmary Jane,” he cooed. “You entered this world in quite possibly the coolest delivery room available,” he laughed and kissed her forehead.

You laughed tossing your head back on to Dean’s chest behind you. He chuckled with you.

Sam appeared again neither of you had realized he disappeared. He was hanging up his phone. “Thanks,” he said into his phone and hit the end call button. “Ambulance is on its way. Should be here in 20 minutes or so,” he said as he smiled at the three of you. He climbed into the seat with you and looked at the baby. “Baby girl,” he said and you interrupted.

“Emmary,” you said with a smile.

“Emmary,” Sam said understanding the name. “You were just born in the coolest delivery room ever. I’m shocked your daddy isn’t flipping out right now,” he said as he looked up at Dean.

Both you and Dean and burst into laughter. The Winchesters were so unlike sometimes you couldn’t believe it. You sighed and smiled as a tear ran down your cheek. You looked from Emmary to Sam and then finally back at Dean. You pecked him on the lips and said, “I love you Dean Winchster.”

“I love you, beautiful,” he said with a kiss, the hunt and the fight you had hours ago a distant memory.

Next: Pt. 5 - Baby Girl

The first time Gabriel suggested the rooftop Jack blushes up to his ears and can’t meet his eyes.

“But that’s out in the open!" 

"Honestly, when was the last time you looked up there? Do you even know how it looks like?" 

And after a month no one had really asked for the key (Jack shakes his head and mutters about ‘safety breaches’) or bothered them at all. Especially in the morning, with only the sound of birds and their voices and the airplne trails streaking the light blue sky.

Not so much of a good idea when the summer days start to get hotter.

Gabriel buries his face in the crook of Jack’s neck, spent and grunting at the burn of the sun-heated concrete on his knees. After a few seconds, he raises his head to look at Jack, and make sure his back isn’t flaying, but he doesn’t even get to open his mouth. 

The Gold Boy of the SEP lays arms outstretched and looking at the sky, completely spaced out and smiling. Undone strands of golden hair glittering in the sunlight, some sticking to his already sunkissed forehead. Contracted pupils on cerulean eyes reflecting the sky, blue on blue. He gleams and looks almost inhuman.

Gabriel leans forward towards Jack’s face and mindlessly whispers into the kiss.


When he hears the snicker, Gabriel curses the heat affecting his damn head.

“For real, Gabe?”

He grunts and gets up to sit next to shade of a vent. Jack follows, sitting next to him. Of course the sun still shines behind his hair, almost like a fucking halo. 

“So what does that make you? Daphne, Cassandra, Hyacinthus?” He’s having so much fun. 

“I don’t know what any of that means. Who knew the high school prom king was, in fact, a nerd.”

“I wasn’t-!” He huffs. “My mother is from Ilios. Though it’s dad the one that is into all that mythology stuff, apparently started as a way to impress her.”

Gabriel just stares at him.

“Am I meeting your parents already?” He laughs at Jack’s face. “Ilios though… Fitting.”

“Huh? What do you-?” Helios. “Oh, who’s the nerd now?”

Gabriel just replies by kissing him again and throwing Jack’s shirt at his face. 

“At least I know I n longer have to worry so much about your pasty self getting sunburnt.”

Still, he can’t keep himself from staring as he gets dressed. Standing there, against the morning light, with a crown of rays shining around his head he really looks like the sun. And at that very moment, unthinkingly, he almost welcomes the shade he’s casting.


Years later Gabriel will fall as the ground breaks under him, scorched face, flames lapping all around him and smoke filling his lungs. And he will crash hard against the concrete and it will hurt more than just red skinned knees. Debris and dust wll cover everything around him and an incandescent metal beam will fall on his back, searing his shoulders. With no air for last words, he will crack a dry laugh at his last thoughts being how Jack had forgotten someone back then.


(If he falls into the waves, he will at least make the sun set with him.)

True colors (part 9 - final)

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My lovelies! It’s finally here :’O ! I do hope it’s not too rushed because I’m very happy with it, especially the end :) Thank you @janedoefromhere for replacing my missing beta to proof-read this one :D Thank you also to you all for your support on this story, you girls are the best. Hope you all like it!

Finn wants to make love to Rae. He thinks about it every second of every day ever since she gave her body to him on the previous day. He’s already planning it all out in his head, knowing this has to be special. It has to be all about her, her beauty, the lust she inspires to him. It can’t happen at Chloe’s country house of course, so Finn will have to wait for another occasion. But in a way, it gives him more time to plan it all out. The first problem is getting rid of his mother and Leo for the night, so he can enjoy Rae’s delicious body fully.

“Mom…” Finn leans against the door the day he’s come back from his week-end in France.

Mary turns around, surprised to see him and not out with Leo, playing in the sunshine.

“Yes baby? Everything alright?” She raises one eyebrow.

Finn gives her a warm smile.

“Oh. You want something, don’t you?” Mary rolls her eyes and turns fully to him. “Come on, spit it out.”

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