“And suddenly they were back in the quiet of their cave in the warmth of their blankets and the easy comfortable companionship of their connection and the perfect certainty of each other and nothing else existed and that was okay because this– this was all Jim needed.
I hear the voices. A chorus of voices. Multitudes. They reach back centuries. Men, and women, and children, who lost their lives to men like you. Men, and women, and children, forced to be in your chains. I must answer to them. And this war, their war, Flint’s war, my war, it will not be bargained away to avoid a fight.
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.
Those two once defeated an enemy gifted organization overnight. Their alliance was called the devastating rivalry in history. The alliance returns for one night. Let’s take back our lead. It’s our common front against the Guild. The launch of our retaliation.