Tiny Tikes with Tears
Dean x Daughter!Reader
Warnings: Daddy Dean fluff
A/n: I literally woke up at 5am because I had a dream about this and I instantly started writing it.
So I hope you enjoy my 5am sleep deprived fic.
Forever Tags: @Freaksforthewin , @thewinhunter, @cambriacaneatnoodles, @brokennoone , @youtubehelpsmesurvive , @chrisevansthedoritobastard , @winchesters-favorite-girl , @we-know-a-little-about-a-lot @godh8salyssa @dean-baby-Winchester @straightasdeanwinchester @animexchocolate @fabulouslycassie @lizbeth-loves-bobear @nicolesyneah25 @lemonadegazeelle
“Try and get some sleep, sweetheart.” Dean reached into the backseat, covering your tiny body with his leather jacket.
“Daddy, where’s my Bubba?” Resting your head on the cool leather seat, you looked up at your dad in the most innocent of ways.
Dean sighed, knowing who you were talking about. Cas was the only one you ever referred to as “Bubba”. But Cas was gone. Not dead, just on the constant move.
Every angel and demon alike had their eyes peeled for his appearance. And the appearance of the angel tablet. He’d been gone for two months so far, but to the little five year old girl in the backseat…it felt like two years.
“Bubba’s out on a hunt.” Dean never knew how to reply to this question. It seemed every night you asked him about Cas now.
“Why is the hunt taking so long?” You half yawned, trying to fight off the sleep. “You and Uncle Sammy never take this long.”
“This hunt is…” Dean paused, letting out a deep breath. “it’s a hard one. The hard ones take longer.”
“But Bubba is a Feather.” Angles and demons confused you, so you just called angles Feathers. “Why doesn’t he use his special powers to fight the bad guys away? Doesn’t he want to come home to me?” The small break in your voice made Dean realize how sensitive this topic was. And how much you missed Cas.
With ease, Dean opened the back door and climbed in with you. Leaning his body against the door while you snuggled into his chest.
“Bubba loves you so much baby. Of course he wants to come home to you.” His hand rested on your head while his thumb drew little circles on your forehead.
“Good, because I love Bubba to the stars and back. His snuggles are my favorite.” You giggled slightly, remembering how Cas would let you play with the highest and least ruined feathers on his wings.
“What?” Dean acted half offended. “My snuggles are the best.” His voice ran into your ears and vibrated your laugh even more.
“No, Daddy. Your snuggles are the stickiest.” You laughed, covering your sides as Dean tickled the small ribs that held your frame.
After calming down the two of you just lie together in the backseat. Drifting further and further away into a dream land.
“Daddy?” Your voice was slow and steady like your heartbeat. “What’s S.W and D.W mean?” You recalled where the long forgotten memory sat. “I saw it in the door when you were fixing Baby.
“It’s mine and Uncle’s names. Because we’re family.” Dean spoke with his eyes closed, yet a hand still unconsciously rubbed your back.
“Bubba and I are apart of the family too, right?” You innocently asked, yawning and rubbing your heavy green eyes. “Can we put our names in Baby like you and Uncle?”
“When Bubba gets back, Daddy will help you put your name in there.” Dean smiled lightly. Opening his eyes for a second to envision the scribbled in letters.
Glancing down at your your dirty blonde head he realized you were fast asleep. But he realized so much more than that. No doubt you were a Winchester…no doubt you were the best damn thing that could’ve ever happened to him.