Brash Hope Part 2
Summary: You had a fling with Dean Winchester fifteen years ago. Now he wants back into your life but, like all things, it’s complicated.
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, OMC Dylan
Word Count: 3468
Warnings: smut (unprotected sex), fluff, ANGST (canon typical violence, death)
A/N: This is part two. Get caught up HERE and I warn you MAJOR angst ahead. I was anxious to attempt this one as it’s my first time writing angst. Feedback is appreciated!
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I’m looking down at Y/N, her eyes and voice deadly serious as she touches my face. I can’t help it; I lean into her hand as she speaks. I’m shocked as the unbelievable words fall from her mouth.
I have a son?
Dean moves towards the house.
“No,” you put yourself in his path. “He has no idea about you. All he knows is that I was on my own when I had him.”
Dean looks down at you with eyes full of sorrow and a glimmer of hope, but he says nothing.
“You weren’t in the picture and it wasn’t like I could call you.”
“I know,” Dean says finding his voice.
Dean’s gaze is fixed on the porch. On your son. On his son. After a long pause he looks down at you.
“Can I meet him?”
“Yes, but not tonight. I have to talk to him about it first. Then you can, ok?”
That night you tell Dylan about his father. The tears and anger you’re expecting. You still aren’t sure how Dylan is processing the revelation that he’s going to meet his father. His initial anger quickly becomes curiosity; he has so many questions but you think it best to let Dean answer them. The next day you call Dean inviting him over for dinner. At five your doorbell rings and when you open the door there he stands with flowers in his hands and a nervous smile on his face.