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darkwinchesters · 1 year

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get jealous…

Your sights were fixated on the man you possessed feelings for, flirting playfully with the young girl. ‘Oh fuck off’ you thought to yourself as you drank another shot of whiskey.

You never felt this with other men, you did not feel threatened, well likely cause there was no man like Dean Winchester. Yes, you may have a considerable age gap. He was 35 while you were 23 but as if that bothered you one bit. You’ve known Dean for 3 years but seeing him flirt with girls was enough to blow your fuse.

You sneered as the petite blonde flirted back. ‘This is bullshit’ you stood up to locate Sam.

You convinced the boys to go on the hunt while you research back at the Motel. That mainly caused you to be wallow in jealousy. Dean was like a magnet for every woman, it’s difficult to see every girl drool over him. He wasn’t yours. You kept reminding yourself. You shut the book, as you realised you were not in the right state of mind to research shit. You sent a message to the boys informing them that you’re going to go out for drinks.

You opened your bag as you found a green satin top and a pair of black jeans which was enough to capture someone’s attention, it's not like Dean would be there. You were in Cali, your home town. There would be someone you knew. You needed to sleep off the elder Winchester before you get reckless.

As you finished up with your makeup, you walked out the door and got into the car you rented beforehand, you grinned finally feeling a little free.

As soon as you got to the bar you discovered most of the people there were around your age. You recognised some from the college you attended, yet you were not exactly cosy with them until you noticed a group of girls.

“Zara? Jaye? Trisha?” You smiled widely as the girls waved you to come over.

“Long time no see, Y/n. You went MIA didn’t you?” Trisha sniggered as she waved to the bartender to bring her another shot.

“Still our favourite Alcoholic, Trish?”

She winked as Zara wrapped her arms around you.

“God, College sucked without you!”

“I highly doubt anyone noticed me” you exhaled. You were never the popular girl, yet you didn’t wish to be the one to get through college.

“You’ve gone hot!” Jaye fanned herself mockingly. You jabbed her softly.

“Oh shut up, have you seen yourself?” She rolled her eyes as your sights captured a man situated in the corner of the bar. ‘Ah shit’ you thought to yourself as your friends shortly followed your gaze.

“I’m beating the shit out of that twat.” Zara stood up as Jaye pulled her back resulting in the man noticing you. His eyes dilated as he excused himself from the people he was conversing with and strode over to you.

“Y/n Y/L/N.” He flashed a smile as he put his hand through his hair.

“Weren’t you the dick who dumped her?” Trisha grumbled before taking another shot.

“Uh-“ Caleb stared at you in surprise.

“Y/n broke up with me.” He responded awkwardly.

“Because you couldn’t grow a pair…” Zara snatched one of Trisha’s shots as Trisha’s eyes widened in terror.

“Are you finally man enough to not fuck things up? Your fancy clothes cannot camouflage who you are on the inside…” Jaye taunted.

“Uh, guys…I’ll talk to you later.” You whispered as you dragged Caleb out of the bar.

“Look, Caleb-“ His stunning azure eyes were concentrated on you. His hair had become a darker shade of black. He looked more mature. Then you remembered what had occurred the prior day. Damn you, Dean Winchester.

You grabbed Caleb as you brought him to the Motel.

“Hey- Y/n…”

“No strings attached, okay?” You encircled your arms around his neck as he chuckled.

“Sure…I just miss you like hell.” You winked as you pulled him into your Motel room.

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“Y/N!” Your eyes opened as you saw Dean park the Impala at the Roadhouse yet again. ‘Oh for fuck sake’ you rolled your eyes.

“Could I just take a nap?” You asked as both boys turned around to check you.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” Sam implored, his eyebrows raised.

“Honestly, I am just tired.” You yawn as you unlock the impala door to discover Jo standing at the front. ‘Close your eyes and she’ll be gone Nope. Didn’t work. You sighed as you forced yourself into the Roadhouse. Let’s get this over with.

A few days later, you had found out about Jo had ran away. “Why do we have to babysit?” You yawned as Dean glanced at you from the rearview mirror.

“Y/n, what is your problem?” Sam sighed as he glanced at you open the book on the recent case regarding Jo.

“Nothing.” You grinned, directly at Dean. Why were you taking it out on him?! He probably already thought of you as a kid. Now he thinks you’re one.

“For fucks sake!” You let out a moan.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked as Dean perched up, taking a proper look at you.

“Yes! Just thinking out loud.

After the case, in which you heard Dean needed to clean his pipes when Jo squeezed passed him. You all took off to the Roadhouse as Jo and Dean commenced their playful flirting as you took shots. You had to go and have sex asap before you let out something you regretted. You sent a message to Caleb asking him to wait for you outside the Roadhouse. You shortly went up to get changed and rush down when the door flung open.

Caleb. What the fuck was he doing? You rolled your eyes, you precisely instructed him to stay outside to not gain attention.

“Y/n. Sorry, could I speak to you-“ He looked up to see Ellen, Jo, Dean and Sam watching intently. They had eventually caught sight of you standing near the back, wearing a cream crop top, giving a lot of attention to your cleavage and the tight floral skirt which showed off your curves, with your hair tied up.

Sam had his hand on a gun as Dean had stood up, his eyes welded onto you the entire time.

“Don’t worry. He is just a-“ you paused to take a glimpse of Caleb noticing his attire. ‘Ah, how I missed a man in blazer’

“Friend” you hissed, as you stood up, making an effort not to show anyone how you were just turned on.

You grabbed Caleb by the blazer as you stepped backwards dragging him out. You didn’t notice, Dean’s eyes fused onto Caleb’s head as your hand ran through his hair when you were outside.

You got into his car as you both drove to a hotel.

You took off your heels as you quietly went past Dean and Sam’s room to your Motel room when the lights switched on.

Dean sat on the corner chair, his eyes were indistinct as he did not blink as he glared at you.

“Who was that guy?” He bluntly asked.

“Just a friend.” You reply as you survey your reflection as you notice the lipstick smudged and your messy hair.

“Y/n! This is fucking serious.” You were taken back as you faced the elder Winchester.

“Why? It’s just a little fun.” You sat on the bed behind you, your tight skirt was hoisted up a little as Dean shoved his hand through his hair and he sighed in frustration.

“Because-“ He started as you tilted your head waiting for a response as your phone beeps.

“Because you’re someone men would take advantage of. You’re young and-“ He hesitated as you listened attentively.

“-fucking beautiful.” He muttered quietly. His eyes fixated on the motel floor.

‘He is just saying that cause he saw me with a man’ you rolled your eyes. As much as you yearned for him, you couldn’t give in. You recalled the way he behaves around Jo. ‘Oh he can shove his opinion up his ass’ you stood up, pulling your skirt down a little as you stalked out of the room as he watched you leave his jaw hanging open.

Before you opened your bedroom door you turned to face him.

“Thanks for the compliment. Just give me a message when we are going to the roadhouse tomorrow” You couldn’t help the hostility as you realised what you were going to witness tomorrow.

“Y/N!” That was all you heard as you shut your motel room door.

—-

The next few days flew by until you were getting ready to go to the bar again. Jo was going to hang out with you and the boys as well, ‘She didn’t need to come’ you thought as you slipped into something which displayed a lot of skin, just to push the older Winchester’s buttons. A little satin black dress should do. You were not sure if he had feelings or if he just considered you as his sister. Either way, the motherfucker can shove it.

You stood near your rented car as Dean and Sam walked out. Dean’s eyes promptly studied your body from head to toe as his eyes stopped every time he saw the curve of your body as the dress fit you perfectly before he tore his gaze away before you notice. “You’re not coming with us?” Sam inquired as Dean contemplated quietly.

“Just thought I would have some privacy.” You smiled radiantly at Sam before hopping into your rented car as you drove off.

“You okay, dude?” Sam nudged his brother as Dean let out a forced cough. “Yeah, let’s get going before she gets herself in trouble.”

You were with your friends from College when the boys arrived with Jo. You rolled your eyes as you grabbed Trisha’s shot and drank it. “Okay, what the fuck is wrong with you all taking my shots?!” Trisha barked, as the brothers walked over as Jo went to presumably get some drinks.

“Hey, Y/n. Who are your friends?” Sam asked curiously.

“Did you make friends that quickly in a bar?“ Dean questioned forcing his gaze to lay on your eyes and not the parts of your body he desperately wanted to taste as you rolled your eyes.

“These are my college friends. Remember, I grew up in Cali. Most of the people here are childhood friends.”

“Meet, Zara, Trisha and-“

“Jaye, call me hot stuff.” Jaye winked at Dean as she sat back to observe you as you forced a smile, clearly Jaye knew something, she was just trying to tease you. He laughed as Jo walked over touching his shoulder. ‘For fuck sake’ you took a shot of Trisha’s whiskey.

“Fuck you all! I am going to take my shots in the bathroom” she yelled as she walked away tossing a middle finger your way as Zara and Jaye suppressed a laugh as you just shrugged with a smirk.

“Y/n!” You heard a voice as you caught sight of Caleb, his top shirt buttons were unbuttoned as his white canvas approached you. His hands were in his pocket as you felt eyes watching you.

You turned to see Dean staring intently as you wrapped your arms around Caleb’s neck as he pulled you up for a kiss, your dress hoisted up a little as you heard Dean hiss as Caleb took your hand to go someplace more private. You felt stares drill into your back as you stepped outside.

This time when you arrived at the Motel after your time with Caleb, you saw the lights on.

Your hand on the knife under your heel as you unlocked the door to see both Winchesters conversing.

“Y/n, could we talk?” Sam asked awkwardly as you crossed your arms overlooking them. While his brother stood up with his arms crossed as he already noticed the way your hair was tied but the baby hair on the corners of your face. He noticed the way your legs crossed as you stood.

“Are you okay? Dean and I are actually-“ You snickered as Sam glanced at you in shock while Dean exhaled.

“Oh, really, Dean?? You think me sleeping with my ex is me going crazy?” You had walked up to the older Winchester brother as you poked your finger onto his chest as you noticed his breathing had become more rapid. You looked up to see his eyes filled with desperation and lust as he took in every inch of you.

“Honestly, yeah. I think you having a one night stands with some guy is a mistake.”

You couldn’t believe this guy, when you took a step back to look at Sam, “So, Sam, Dean can flirt and screw any girl he wants to yet if I want to sleep with a guy, it’s me going crazy??”

“Y/n,” Dean growled as he seized a step closer. He wasn’t pissed, you caught the way he growled, he was watching you as if you were his prey and he wanted to taste you. You were enticed to poke the bear, as you spoke out something you regretted.

“You walk into a motherfucking room and every girl falls to your feet- look at Jo. Do you even like her? Cleaning your pipes? Dean? Super mature.” You examined the room to discover Sam had taken off. You sighed understanding he fled after he realised what was going on.

You faced the older Winchester as he took a step out of the darkness as you saw a smirk plastered on his face.

You puffed your chest attempting to attain some control of the situation however, his eyes just fell to your breast as his eyes flicked back to your face, you felt your knees go weak.

“So, you’re jealous? Is that why you’ve been acting like this?” He challenged, awaiting the reply he was yearning to hear.

“Psst, as if. Do I look like I care who hits on you, Dean?” You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms. You felt the pool of heat between your legs as the way he looked at you made me crave for him.

“You know, I flirted with Jo on purpose. I brought her to the Bar on purpose. I wanted to see how you reacted.” He asserted, there was still that smile tugging at the edge of his mouth.

You watched as he got a notch closer to you.

“You’re just here because you’re jealous.”

“Hell yeah, I was jealous. Have you seen yourself, Y/n? I am nothing compared to the man you want and deserve. You're 23, many men will just” he stared at you, taking in your curves once more before his eyes lay on your lips.

“How do you think I feel about you? God, Dean. You don’t think I notice the way girls act when you walk into a room? Yeah, I am 23. I am more immature than the type of woman you're looking for and I got nothing on those other girls! So, of course, I’m jealous who wouldn't be?! You're fucking attractive.” You sighed as the Winchester watched you intently before striding towards you.

“You know, it’s such a turn on when you get jealous.” You jabbed him softly as he mumbled against your hair “Baby, I don’t care about those other girls. Yeah, the age gap made me feel old-“

“Well, don't worry. I don't care. I am inexperienced at everything I do” You roll your eyes as he laughs.

He leans a little to pick you up as your legs soon wrap around his torso “The other girls have got nothing on you.” He hoisted you against the wall causing a moan to come out of you as he proceeded to kiss your neck while gripping your thighs.

He shoved everything off the square table as he spread you on top of it as he left a trail of kisses from your neck to your inner thighs, you could feel the burning sensation between your legs, aching to feel him inside you, as you stopped him so you could take off his shirt. “Hey just so you know, the guys my age cannot take on you.” You reached for him as your fingers stroked the soft stubble on his face as you kissed him.

“Ah, I’ve been dreaming this for a while now.” He let out a groan as you discarded his belt before unzipping his pants. You looked up as his verdant eyes dimmed into a tint you had never seen before. You lay back on the cold table surface as you felt him eventually enter you as you threw your head back in pleasure. He pulled your face closer, “I want to see your eyes on me as you come screaming my name.” He smirked as he lay a kiss on your lips.

He thrusted one final time as you felt your climax come as you covered your mouth attempting to suppress your moans, he tugged your hand away as you cried out his name as he soon followed, holding onto you.

You were laying on his chest while he stroked your hair, “So, are we done with the jealous game?” You perked up at the green orbs looking back.

“Yeah, baby girl.” He smiled as he kissed your cheek before you straddle on him, as he grinned in surprise.

“What?” You noticed the smirk growing on his face as you kissed him on the neck, hearing his moans, as they got louder you biton his skin.

“Just had to make my mark.” You sat on his lap as he laughed, his hand rested under your upper thigh.

He pulled you down as he kissed your neck leaving hickeys on your neck.

“Dean…” you moaned.

“Baby, if you keep moaning my name like that I would need to take you for round 4…” He smirked as you both kissed one last time, savouring the taste of each other.

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darkwinchesters · 1 year

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Faded Love

dean x reader

Authors Note; just a little bit of Dean being a dad cause it’s adorable and some angst cause who doesn’t love some angst?

Warning: angst, kinda bits of smut? Not sure it would be considered smut. deanxreader. daddeanxmomreader

“Y/N, you are going to be hella drunk!” Sam exclaimed, as you threw back another shot of whiskey. You watched as the elder Winchester sauntered over, a paper in his hand. He smacked it onto the table, uncovering an 10 digit number. With a name signed below.

“I guess I got plans” He announced. Undoubtedly, proud of winning yet another girl’s number. The countless amount of women who fell intoxicated by the older Winchester’s allure was ridiculous, you looked up to see Dean still going on about his lustful encounter.

You hastily averted your gazes as he caught you staring at him for a bit longer than you should've been.

“Well, I reckon I should get going. Don’t wait up for me.” He flashed a massive grin, before patting you on your shoulder as he prowled towards the blonde girl who had lent her number to him. “You like him.” That was when you became conscious of the other Winchester, who was sitting back and interpreting your body language. “Uh, no, Sam…You do know Dean is 15 years older than me, he is basically like an older brother to me.” You defensively reply, causing a scoff from the younger brother.

“Y/N, you're 22. There's nothing wrong with that, and I can see the way you look at him.”

Dean was flirting his ass off with the young woman, you cross your arms in front of your chest.

“You feel uncomfortable when Dean flirts with women right?” Sam questions, well it was more of a rhetorical question. You both knew the answer. You did. It made your skin crawl, you ignored the feeling, hoping it would disappear.

This was the first time you thought about it, did you develop romantic feelings for Dean Winchester? You instantly shook your head, not wanting to acknowledge what Sam and your mind knew.

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Stepping into the motel, Sam wobbled against the wall trying to balance himself as his slender, figure searched for his bed.

“Ironic how it was you who ended up becoming more drunker than me?”

“Y/N, very funny-“ before he could finish the sentence, his face hit the pillow as he soon started snoring.

“How can one sleep so quick?” You grumbled as you trudged into the bathroom to change into your PJs.

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The fluorescent moonlight shone through the curtains as you made out a thud of boots on the motel floor. Your hand instantly searches for the knife under the bed. “Y/N? You awake?” His voice had the familiar deep tone but with a whiff of uncertainty.

“Thought you were with your latest fling” You sat up to lay against the headboard, as you could hear Dean shuffle closer to your bed. Your eyes slammed shut as you recalled your conversation with Sam. It wasn’t true. You knew you couldn’t let it effect your relationship with Dean.

“Uh, no. I needed to just...clear my head.” He confided, ever so quietly.

“What’s wrong?” You couldn’t see his expression as the room was pitch dark, besides the faint glimmer of moonlight on the corners of the curtain, outlining his silhouette.

“I am tired of this. I see kids with their parents then I see our lives, me and Sam’s. Why did we not deserve a childhood?“ He sighed. You could feel one side of your bed go downward, as you presumed he sat down.

“Our child hood shapes us into becoming the person we are today and maybe Sam is doing alright, but what have I done? I am the same person who ruined Sam’s chance of a normal life.”

Your vision adjusted to the dreary darkness, as you were able to snag a glimpse of his facial details. “Hell No, Sam is the amazing person he is today because of you. Not because of your parents. You had to be both your Mom and Dad for Sam. I think that shows how well you did in your life. You took care of your baby brother.”

He exhales. “I’ve been doing the exact same thing since years ago. I haven’t changed, huh?”

“Well, besides the whole stopping the apocalypse, the darkness and saving peoples lives on daily basis? No, you haven’t but why would you want to? You’re a hero in many peoples eyes, Dean. Sam, Cas, me…I could go on.” While rambling on you had overlooked the way his eyes bore into you.

“What?” Your head tilted to the side, as you paused for a response.

“Shit, sorry for rambling on…” You cover your face in embarrassment.

“No-“ He removed your hands from your face, as he stroked your cheeks as lust-filled you both to the brim.

His Eden green eyes were now inches away, the small specks of various shades of green was more visible, you could also spot the tiny freckles scattered over his nose like a constellation in the sky, as if on cue you bit your lower lip as his jade eyes drop to your lips as he raised an eyebrow.

Before you could come to terms with everything, his lips crashed onto yours as the scorching heat between your legs evolved into an inferno. You parted your lips, deeming him entrance.

“I can’t-“ He stands up, trying to create distance between you and him. You both notice Sam stir in his sleep, Dean gestures you to follow him out of the Motel.

He shut the Motel door as he walked to the impala.

“I can’t, Y/n.” He was holding a beer bottle, he had probably got it from in the motel just now.

He took a sip letting it roll down his throat. You could see the conflict across his face, the way his jaw tightened. His eyes shut, avoiding looking at you.

“I don’t get you. You kissed me. I-“ You were confused, your mind was saying no yet your body told you otherwise. This feeling residing in you was always there. It just got awaken. You had the urge to taste him, let him touch you everywhere. Yet, you couldn’t. You didn’t know what was happening.

“Y/n, the 15 year age gap says other wise.” He takes another sip of beer, now his eyes focused on you. The desperation visible.

“Whatever, you know- screw you!” You snap as you walk back to the motel, the tears streaming down your cheeks.

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The next few days went by, you and Dean pretended as if everything was normal. It was like that night never occurred.

It didn’t last though. One night, you were looking into the police database. Sam was visiting the family of the victim, while Dean was at the bar yet again.

“This is going to be the death of me.” You say to yourself as you hear a sound of keys clattering, the room door swung open.

“Hey.” The older Winchester nods, as he walks towards you.

“How’s the research going?” He asks.

“You know, usual…” You state bluntly.

“I saw Sam, the waitress seemed like she was going to take him home.”

“Oh, okay.” You release a sharp breath. ‘It’ll be fine, it’s not like you haven’t been in a room alone with Dean before.’ Yet, your mind was running with thoughts which could take place. Which you craved to take place.

“You know, a break will not kill you, kiddo” You snap out of your thoughts. ‘Kiddo’ the nickname Dean used when he wanted to remind himself and you, that you were a kid to him.

“Whatever you say…old man.” You bestow a forced smile to the older Winchester, causing a eyeroll from him.

“You know what? I think I’m going to go out.” You stand up, closing your laptop. Dean’s eyes perched up.

“I’ll come with you.” He provides a plastered smile.

“Sure.” You grab your bag as you take it to the bathroom.

A few hours later…

Your hands were against his chest as You felt his heart racing. “You sure you want this?” He murmured, his forehead resting on yours. “Yes” was all you could make out, as your knees buckled. That was enough for him to pick you up, in response your legs soon wrapped around his torso, not breaking from your kiss. He carried you over to his bed, yours was a bit too close to Sam’s. He lay you onto his bed as he proceeded to touch you in places you hadn’t let anyone feel in a while.

“D-dean...” You softly whimpered as you leaned back against the pillow, feeling him go deeper as his hands gripped onto the headboard. He gazed as you covered your mouth to muffle your moans as you both climaxed.

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A week passed, as you and Dean did not bring up what transpired that evening. The day after, he had brought you to your bed. You were hurt that you were merely a one night stand to him, you often get attached to men you shared your body with so quickly. Perks of having an oddly normal childhood for a hunter.

You and the boys had just finished a hunt when you arrived at the motel. The boys decided to buy some takeout, you were too exhausted from the hunt, and agreed to wait at the Motel.

As you walked into the dingy motel, you quickly scampered to the bathroom. Grabbing two small boxes from your coat pocket.

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“Ok, it’s time” you gulped as you glanced at the pregnancy tests laying on the bathroom sink.

Positive. Your body froze as you struggled to take a deep breath only resulting in your breath stutter as tears trickled down your cheeks. “No, no-“

The sound of the motel door open, caused you to flinch. You listened to the boy's footsteps as they were conversing with one another.

“Y/N! We got food!” Dean shouted.

“I am just going to clean up and get changed and I’ll be out!” You retorted, the bathroom door was the only object between you and the father of your unborn child.

“Okay”

“If Garth can have a normal life, don’t you think we could” You could hear the subtle inkling of hope in Sam’s voice as he implored, idly anticipating for his brother’s response.

“We are different. Normal will never be in our picture and strangely enough, I am okay with it now.”

“But, Dean. Don’t you ever wonder, what if we have kids…”

Before Sam could finish his sentence, Dean stopped him.

“No. Frankly, I don’t want kids. It’s better with no kids.”

The tears you’ve been holding back, streamed down your face as you couldn’t hear what they were saying. By impulse, your hand went to reach for your stomach.

After a while rendering an effort to fix your puffy eyes. You unlocked the bathroom door. The Winchesters were waiting for you as the take out bags were on the far table.

“God, I am starving.” You blurted, making an effort to suppress your distress.

Luckily, you managed to fix your puffy eyes. So, they did not notice.

A few days later, you were at the Motel researching a case, while the boys were talking to a witness. ‘This was it’ you told yourself as you shoved all your clothes into a small bag. You scribbled down a note for the brothers as you scrambled outside with your bus ticket in your pocket.

Hell, you felt guilty for not confessing it to Dean but he was determined about not wanting kids, you couldn’t ruin that for him.

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“Alright, Y/N. Got anything on this-“ His sights landed on the note on your bed. “SAM!”

The younger Winchester came sprinting in as he saw what his brother was gawking at.

“Where is Y/N?” There was a hint of apprehension in Dean’s voice. He did not anticipate her to take off. Why? Was it something he did?

Before he could come to terms with what’s going on, Sam snatched the note and began reading it.

“Sam, Dean. I cannot thank you both enough for showing me a life besides the one I saw in my rose coloured lenses. You both made me who I am and I would be eternally grateful for everything but, the truth is, I have been homesick for a while. I craved to live that everyday life, we hunters constantly envied. Yes, the apple pie one, Dean…”

All Dean could do was smile, urging the tears not to subside.

“…I love you both and I wish you all the best. You’re the greatest hunters in this damn world and don’t ever fucking forget that.”

Clenching onto the note as tight as he could, he felt like it would fly away as you did. Sam, watched as his brother yanked his coat, keys and stormed out. The tears fell down his cheeks, he knew how much Y/N meant to them both. It wasn’t going to be easy to move on, but this was what she wished for.

The only thing Dean did was drive. He drove as far as he could. Attempting to elude the twinge residing in his heart. The deprivation of air he felt when he saw the note on your bed. Yet another person abandoned him. He clutched his phone as he dialled your number, doing a silent prayer that you would pick up.

He didn’t hear your voice on the voicemail, it was apparent you broke your phone. You didn’t want to be found, you chose something new and Sam and he was not enough.

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The rain spattered, as you arrived at your childhood home. You stood at the door as it swung open, your father stood there as he tried to comprehend what was occurring. Your mother was behind him, astounded but she oversaw to run over and wrap her arms around you. Your father broke out of his thoughts, as he enveloped his arms around you. You yearned for your baby’s father to be here however the voice in your head said that he was doing better. You couldn’t tell him. It would be another weight on his shoulders.

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5 months later…

“Y/N? Why did you call for me?”

The Angel in his trench coat stood at your bedroom door as he squinted his eyes beginning to place together what’s going on until you unlocked the bathroom door.

“Cas!” You ran over to him, wrapped your arms around him. It took a minute but he awkwardly wrapped his arms around you.

“You’re pregnant.” His eyes instantly saw the bump.

“It’s Dean’s- I must tell him-“ His eyes grew as realisation hit him. You tugged his arm before he could go.

“Cas, you cannot. Please”

“Why?! He deserves to know, Y/N.” Cas took a step back trying to understand why on earth you did not tell the father of the baby.

“Because he told Sam he did not want a child.”

Your gaze fell to the floor when you eventually listened to the thought which was running through your mind. ‘How could I hide this from him?’ you thought to yourself.

“You have to tell him…” the Angel reached for your shoulder, you felt the tears plunging.

“I will but for now, please don’t tell him.”

Cas reluctantly nodded. He knew this was going to be tough but detecting the state you were in he had to.

“Cas, I want you to be my baby’s Godfather.”

“Godfather?” He offered you a puzzled look resulting in a slight smile flashing across your face.

“Like a Guardian Angel.”

“Well, I am an Angel so this shouldn’t be hard.” You giggled softly as the Angel came to terms with his role but you felt a ping in your chest when you realised someone was missing, someone who would despise you after he discovers the truth or perhaps he would be glad to know he was not entangled in this.

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4 years later….

“Dean?” The younger Winchester snorted as his brother shrugged.

“Look, it’s your loss.” He parked the impala in the school car park as he got out.

“The woman has a child.” Sam flung his hands up.

“You don’t like Moms? They’re hot-“ Dean sneered. Sam waved at the chestnut-haired, woman standing in the front of the school. She was one of the latest witnesses of their current case, her ex-husband was the victim.

“Sam! Dean! Thank you for coming” the woman’s voice became slight quieter when she spoke the elder Winchester’s name impacting a slight coy, smirk to form against his lips.

Sam jabbed him as he proceeded to ask questions to Laura Thompson. “Chase!” he spotted on the corner of his eyes a little boy running past him, playing with Laura’s son, Chase. He turned to look properly as he got a decent glance at the toddler. Dean was asking questions to Laura as he turned to glance at Dean and the boy who ran past him.

It was like a carbon copy of his brother. ‘No’ he dismissed to think of such. His mind was playing with him.

Laura’s eyes diverted to a woman behind both the brothers, as she waved the woman to come towards them.

That’s the moment Dean heard the name the woman uttered inflicting a flashback of every moment he could reminisce.

“Y/N”

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“Y/N?” Dean’s eyes were fused onto the person who walked out of his life. He noticed how mature she had become, her hair was twisted up in a high ponytail. His eyes travelled along the path of her body outline. Her curves were enough to melt the wavy dress she was wearing. His mind becomes slightly hazed by the sight of her, he quickly shifts his gaze to the side, attempting to control his feelings.

“I got to go and drop Chase off at my mother’s I’ll call when I am done!” Laura bestowed a dumbfounded Dean a peck on his cheek as she scurried away, carrying Chase with her.

“I-“ you initiated but catching a glimpse of the gorgeous verdant eyes peering right back at you, was plenty to shatter your soul. While you saw Sam tears crumpling his face. “Why-“ Sam began before his sights lay on the little boy walking towards you. Dean eventually broke from his daze, as he saw the toddler, standing near your leg. “He-“

The toddler squealed “I know you!”

“You're my dad” He focused on Dean as your eyes slammed shut as you realised what was arising.

“Mama has loads of pictures of you, she told me you were a superhero saving peoples lives that’s why I never met you.” Dean’s eyes softened to the toddler looking up at him, he was an indistinguishable copy of Dean. It was like glimpsing into a Mirror. The soft freckles sprinkled on his nose, to the green eyes staring back at him. Then there was the dirty blond hair.

You snapped from your thoughts and crouched down to speak to the toddler, who was still in awe.

“Baby, why don’t you get your ball and we can go home?“

“Will Daddy come?” He whispered in your ears but a little too loud as Dean and Sam heard. “We’ll see” you sought to guide the boy away.

“How could you?” Standing up, you saw the agony in Dean’s eyes as his stare followed the toddler walk towards the ball.

“I am sorry. I know. I should’ve told you and I have no excuse-“ he raised a hand to stop you “No! You took away my son! Why?! Why lie?! Why-“ His eyes shut tight, compelling the tears, not to drop.

“Dean, I overheard you speaking to Sam, describing how you did not want a child and you preferred the hunting life and I couldn’t tell you, I didn’t want me and him to be a burden to you”

“It was my choice, Y/N. It was my fucking choice.” He hissed as the tears were slipping your cheeks.

“He is right, Y/N” Sam spoke as his sights were fixed onto his nephew playing with his ball.

“I want to spend time with my son.” Dean took a breath, avoiding your eyes.

“Of course. Dean- I am so”

“No. I don’t want to hear what you have to say”

He turned to walk towards the impala.

You turned to face Sam. His eyes were puffy and you could discern the suffering, he felt betrayed. Sam was your closest friend, especially during hunts.

“We- we just did not expect this from you.” He sighed as he walked to his brother. You stood as you felt the misery you were holding for 4 years had erupted and it was your fault.

The brothers stepped back as your son wandered towards you.

Sam and Dean entirely ignoring you, kneeled to speak to the toddler.

“What’s your name?” Dean asked, his question was full of heartache.

“John Bobby Winchester” he gleamed proudly.

“But my friends call me Jo!” He noted as Dean chuckled.

“I know Grandpa’s name is John.” Dean gaped at the green-eyed boy who was now his entire world.

His little green orbs looked up to Sam as he smiled. “You’re uncle Sammy!” Sam inhaled as the little boy lent him the biggest smile he could.

“Yeah.” He looked at you, as your arms were wrapped around yourself. You stood a few feet away from both of them avoiding hurting them yet again.

“You taking care of your Mama?” Dean whispered to prevent you from hearing him.

“Yes, but Mama misses you,” Jo whispers back.

Dean nods as he glances at the woman standing away from him, her eyes now puffy. He knew she did mention everything to their son but the despair he felt on the reality that she hid their son and did not utter a word to both him and Sam was why he could not let her in.

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You had agreed to Sam and Dean spending time with Jo at your home. You were down in the kitchen preparing dinner when you were startled by the sound of a voice.

“Y/N, Jo is-” It was Sam. He paused, smiling.

“Amazing.”

Sam laughed softly, the distress in his eyes still there as he drifted towards you.

“I am sorry, Sam. I know, I should’ve told him. I had no right. I messed up.”

You stared into his soft eyes as he nodded.

“I am fine but Dean-“ he looked towards the stairs.

“He is-“ He sighed.

“He has every right.” You murmured.

You heard the sounds of creaking as Dean came down the stairs.

“Can we stay?” He inquired bluntly.

“Of course. I have a spare room.” You replied.

He glimpsed at Sam, clearly lending him a look to go to the other room.

“I am going to check on Jo.” He indicated to the stairs as he walked off, leaving you and Dean to pick up the pieces of your tainted relationship.

“Why-“ That was all he could mutter.

“You told Sam that-“

“Yes, but that does not give you a fucking excuse, Y/N.”

He barked as he seized a step towards you. You felt goosebumps form on your skin.

Regaining your voice, you snapped. “Tell me, if I told you back then you wouldn’t have suggested abortion, Dean. TELL ME THAT.”

“I-“ He sighed.

“Exactly.”

“We can’t have a child due to our life. Do you think our child wouldn’t have a cross on his head?”

“I don’t want to give up on my child.”

“OUR CHILD”

“Look, I don’t want to speak to you regarding shit besides Jo.”

“I don’t want anything to do with you.” You felt your heart decline to the ground. He despised you. ‘What did I do?’ You swallowed as you muttered a sentence you soon regretted. “As if you ever wanted anything to do with me before. I was just a one night stand, which you threw to the side.” He halted in his tracks.

He spun around as you could make out his eyes which were crammed with bitterness, the anguish from before had perished into complete animosity.

“No. I pushed you away because I didn’t want my fucking feelings to blow up our relationship. I don’t know about you but I fucking cared about you until- until I found out you hid my son from me.”

He stalked up the stairs as you slumped to the ground. Everything around you was muffled as you felt the tears splattered onto the floor. You lost the one person who you craved for the past few years and it was your fault.

“Mama…” A soft voice snapped you back to reality.

You turned to see Jo standing with his lips quivering as he saw you cry, clasping onto a tissue extended to you. “Jo, what are you-“ Dean caught sight of the scene. Dismissing Dean, Jo sat next to you as he wiped your tears.

“Mama, don’t cry.” He whimpered as he kissed you on the cheek.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Mama’s just tired.” You wrapped your arms around him as you felt his silent tears fall onto your blouse.

Your sights lay on Dean. He took a breath as he picked his coat and walked out.

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You were settling in your bed when you heard someone stumble up the stairs. ‘Is it Dean?’ You wondered as you put on a hoodie and opened the bedroom door slightly, you noticed the cut on his lower lip and the swollen jaw.

“Dean..” you whispered, your voice prompted him to turn around, gripping onto the stair bannister.

You sighed. “Come here.”

Too drunk to oblige he tumbled into your room. You helped him sit down on your bed as you quickly went down to fetch an ice pack. You cautiously held the ice pack and touched his jaw. His eyes instantly shut, in comfort. With your other hand, you took care of his lower lip. His eyes opened as he watched you.

“I am sorry, Dean.” You trembled as his eyes concentrated on your face. He saw the fatigue in your eyes as you concentrated on his face.

“I can do it.” He took the ice pack from your hand, soon noticing the Superman cartoon on this pack. He smiled thinking back to how Jo adored Superheroes because he always imagined his dad to be one.

You wrapped your arms around yourself as you took a few steps back. “Y/n…” He started but trailed off as he caught sight of your shorts and tank top, you had a hoodie on draping your body. It took him everything not to hold you right then and there but a reminder of what happened, caused him to snap back to reality, “Y/N, I can’t-“

“I get it, don’t worry.” You compelled a smile. He smiled back as he stood up to leave the room.

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You worked as a financial advisor, in a business firm in the city. After you abandoned the hunting life, you eventually graduated while you were pregnant. You knew you couldn’t depend on your parents. Jo deserved the best and that’s what you were going to provide him.

Work finished pretty quickly as you briskly got into your car. It had gotten dark by the time you reached your house.

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“Hello? Anyone awake?”

You tiptoe in as you instantly notice Dean laying on the Sofa as Jo is wrapped around on his chest while Sam was sleeping on the chair.

You chuckle, as your 4-year old’s head pops up.

“Mommy!” His green eyes twinkle in the low accents of the moonlight.

He rises from Dean’s chest as he runs to you causing Dean to wake up.

“Hey, baby. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“I wanted to stay with Daddy.”

You smile as he points at Dean who is now fully awake.

“Don’t look at me, it was all you. You wanted to stay awake.”

Jo’s mouth opened like a goldfish as he shook his head furiously causing you to laugh. Dean smiled watching the encounter.

“Alright, I have to take a shower. I’ll be down in a sec. Okay?” Jo nodded tiredly, as you kissed him on the forehead.

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“Jo?” Dean’s eyes widened as he looked around for the 4-year-old. He was nowhere to be seen. He lunged up from the sofa. Rousing Sam up in the process, “Sam! Where is Jo?!”

“He is standing in front of Y/n’s bedroom door.” Sam smiled exhausted.

“What?!” Dean looked up at the stairs discovering his son sitting on the floor in front of Y/N’s room playing with his trucks.

He laughed in relief. ‘Phew,’ he thought.

“What are you doing, Jo?”

“I am standing outside so I can protect Mama if monsters come.” He stood up attempting to act tough, inducing a laugh from Sam.

“I think she can handle herself, bud.”

At that moment, there was a loud thud at the door. Dean glanced at Sam.

“Jo, get into the room and stay with your Mom.”

“Why?”

“I can’t explain but please go inside.” Reluctantly, Jo nodded as he took off into the room.

Dean nodded to Sam to unlock the door, keeping a hand on the gun on the table.

“Ah, the Winchesters.” A demonic voice spoke.

Barging into the room, posed a demon.

“Oh, fuck no,” Dean growled.

He pulled the salt gun and shot it at the demon provoking a demonic howl to cut loose.

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“Mama!!” You heard a squeak as you opened the bathroom door to see Jo nestled in the corner of the room.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” You wrapped your arm around him.

“Daddy told me to come here and lock the door.” You swivelled as you heard a sinister scream from outside.

You opened your closet, uncovering a packet of salt you had kept for emergencies.

You spewed a circle as you settled Jo in the middle.

“Baby, you got to stay in the circle.”

“O-ok-“ too afraid to impose he sat in the circle as you gave him instructions to follow. You hoped your baby would have a life without demons but these motherfuckers don’t get it. You kissed Jo’s forehead as you clasped your salt gun and unlocked the door before sprinkling some salt on the bedroom door.

You instantly saw Dean and Sam laying on the floor. ‘What the fuck was this demon?!’

You thought to yourself as you aimed your gun at the entity before firing straight at the bastard.

You watched him shriek, Dean’s eyes widened as he saw you standing.

“Y/N, NO GET BACK IN!”

You aimed for the demon once more as you noticed it moving toward you. Flaring once more, delaying it as you attempted to get the upper hand.

“Hey, you son of a bitch. Don’t you want me?” Dean spat as the demon twisted its head to laugh at him.

“I would preferably want to take your baby mama and your precious son. A Winchester baby is what we need.” Dean coughed as you saw the blood-splattered as he coughed, drawing away from the demon dragging you down the stairs then Reaching for the lampshade. “Don’t you fucking dare touch her.” You heard Dean’s voice closer as you were beginning to lose consciousness.

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“Mommy?”

Jo sat in the inner salt circle waiting for his parents. When he remembered something.

“If you ever need me, John. Pray for Castiel and I will be there.”

“You are an Angel!” As Castiel’s wings appeared.

“Yes. I’ll protect you at all costs.”

So, he shut his eyes attempting to contact his Guardian Angel.

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The demon fastened its hand around your neck as he compelled Dean to watch you wither in front of him.

“Kill her and I’ll not stop until I do everything in my fucking power to send your ass back to hell. I will not stop, you son of a bitch!!”

Before the demon could do anything, a flutter of wings carried a force. Cas.

Your eyes began to close gradually as you couldn’t see what transpired next.

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“She’s awake.” You saw Dean immediately, his face coated in blood as you saw his bloodstained teeth.

You hastily attempted to rise to look for Jo.

“He is fine. Uh-“

“Cas is checking on him.” Dean stared as the Angel and his Son hugged.

“Also, why is that?” Dean still had his eyes affixed to Cas and Jo.

“Cas is his Godfather.”

“Cas?” Dean Scoffs as he eventually looked at you, he took a breath realising the situation going on.

You caressed his hand, “You’re still his, Dad.” You offered him a vulnerable smile as he stroked your cheeks.

Cas walked over to heal you as Jo ran over to Dean, Dean was stunned as he sat on his lap and whispered something to him earning a smile from Dean as his eyes lay on you.

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“We cannot take a risk.” Dean sighed as his attention was on you as you closed Jo’s bedroom door as you walked down the stairs.

“What’s going on?” You inquired, noticing Dean’s wounded expression.

“Y/n, we are going to leave,” Sam conversed as Dean stood staring at you unable to construct any words.

“What?! You cannot leave…” You were talking about both of them but your eyes lay on Dean the entire time.

“It’s safer for you and Jo. We are just going to bring in the Supernatural beings.” Dean walked over to you, as his fingers stroked your chin.

“Why don’t we leave tomorrow morning?” Sam proposed. Dean not taking his eyes off you he nodded, “Okay.”

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“Why are you even here for?” Sam rolled his eyes as Dean lay on the bed.

“Nice to know you still care, Sammy.” Dean set the beer he was drinking back on the corner table.

“No, as in, you both want to spend time with each other…” He tried to gesture for Dean to go speak to you.

“Ah, Sammy...” Dean laughed as he arose and walked to your bedroom door.

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You lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Your mind just went straight to that one person. You weren’t sure where you stood but the fact your heart craved for him was enough.

You stood up and opened your door, not being able to stay apart from him any longer, you were surprised to discover the very person on your mind, standing in front of you. You didn’t even need to say anything as you felt being lifted as he shut the door behind him, as he took your taste and scent in. It was refreshing. It was something that felt right. The pieces connected. He saw his future as he entered you. Your

moans and cries for his name echoed through the room but there were three words you both heard from one another clearly as you fell onto the bed.

“I love you.”

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You got up to the sound of a soft knock on your door.

Your arm reached to feel the deserted side of the bed. As it dawned on you about the events which had occurred the prior night. You smiled as you felt fresh tears slip. You already missed his touch.

“Jo?”

The door opened as your 4-year-old stood in his Spider-Man onesie, clenching onto a small toy. It’s only when he came closer you instantly discovered what it was. It was a toy impala. Exactly like Dean’s. “Daddy left me this but-“ his lip started to tremble as he draped his small arms around you. “We’ll be okay, baby. Daddy will come back. He-“ you took a breath, “He needs to save the world remember.”

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“I ask for one fucking thing from you, Crowley. That’s it. I will owe you anything.”

That caused a smirk to appear on the Demon’s face.

“Now we’re talking.”

“Keep your demons away from both of them. If I find out one of them got hurt by your monsters, I will bring Hell to the motherfucking ground.”

Crowley watched impressed by the nerve his demons had hit on the elder Winchester.

“Am I fucking clear?”

“Okay, squirrel.” He smiled.

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1 month later…

“Great. Just Great!” You looked away as you flushed the lunch remains.

Rowena, Crowley and Castiel watched as you shook your head.

“What?!” You snapped at them, they quickly averted their eyes.

“I’m sorry, I need a fucking pregnancy test or Cas, check-“ You stood up as you walked over to the three who were stunned.

“Another baby squirrel to protect?!” Crowley rolled his eyes as Castiel glared at him.

Castiel walked over to you as his eyes widened.

“What?!” You asked.

“Yes, a baby.”

“It’s Dean Winchester’s right?” Crowley questioned, clearly praying it wasn’t so he did not have to protect the child.

“No. It’s the motherfucking devil’s. What do you think Crowley?!”

He threw his hands up, “I don’t know which gentleman you spend your nights with.” You grabbed the hairbrush on the table about to throw it at him.

“Ok, Y/n. Calm down.” Rowena gestured to you, to take a seat. As the situation took over your emotions.

“I can’t- I can’t do it alone.-“ You looked at Cas with pleading eyes “Is there no way I can see him, just for a second. Please. I need to see him.” The tears began to fall non stop as everyone stood unsure of how to react. Cas walked over and helped you sit down as you began trembling. “I need him, Cas. I know it’s a month and but- it hurts.” Cas awkwardly wrapped his arms around you. “I am sorry, Y/n. I don’t know where he is…I tried but I think they have been blocking me somehow.” Cas looked at Crowley seeing if he has away.

“Ok, darling. Let’s try searching for your baby daddy.” Sympathetically Rowena awaited as you brought one of Dean’s flannels.

“I’ll try.” She sighed as she cast a spell trying to connect to the elder Winchester, yet something prevented her from trying to communicate. She fell to the ground as you stood in shock.

“I don’t think he is alive, darlin’” Rowena mumbled as she lay on the ground.

In that split second you felt your world crumble. Every moment you had with him flashed between your eyes. His touch, his taste the way he felt. You ached for it.

“No. He isn’t.” Cas wrapped his arms around you as you screamed.

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A year flew by, you ended up giving birth to a healthy girl. Mary Charlie Winchester. If Jo was Dean’s Mirror copy, Mary was even more so like Dean. From her smile to the way she stared at anyone.

You adored her, yet the worse part was the months you spent refusing to believe Dean was gone. He was a Winchester. He wouldn’t. Yet everyone around you acted as if he was gone.

You attempted to contact him but there was no sound of him. It’s like they vanished. You were grieving for someone who was missing.

It took a while to move on. Your friends attempted to help you move on. It was hard, especially when you got home and saw your gorgeous children. Their striking resemblance to their father constantly made your heartache. It wasn’t their fault but you couldn’t move on from Dean.

Until Mary’s first birthday when you saw someone at your doorstep. Sam.

“Sam?!” We’re in complete shock as your arms wrap around the youngest Winchester.

He smiled as he held you, “You’re beautiful. Dean would be-“ He sighed as he took a step back when noticing a man walk out from the far bedroom.

“Baby…”

“Nate, uh this is Sam. He is a family friend.” You smiled at Sam.

“Hey, nice to meet you. I’m Nate. Y/n’s fiance.” Sam looked taken back as a shocked expression crossed his face as he nodded.

“If it’s okay, I was wondering if you would like to come to have Christmas with my family as they’re dying to meet you.-“

“She is like a sister to me” Sam laughed, pointing at you.

“Uh-“ you paused as Nate nodded.

“Of course. I-“

“I guess another day?” Nate hesitated as he kissed you on the forehead as he went to the room to gather his things.

“I need to take you somewhere.” Sam looked at you, pleadingly.

You had no idea where you were going as the ride took hours. Jo and Mary were asleep the whole time, not awake when you brought them into the impala. The memories flashed through as you sat in the front seat.

“Is he really-“ you finally managed to ask.

“Dead?” Sam took a breath as he stopped at a secret bunker.

“Come on.”

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“Hey, baby. Wake up” Jo yawned as his eyes opened. He immediately recognised Sam standing behind you. “Uncle Sammy!”

He jumped out of the car seat as he wrapped his small arms around his uncle as sam began to cry. Sam pulled him up as he hugged him as if Jo was going to disappear.

You smiled as you took Mary out. Sam’s eyes grew as he saw the little girl in your arms.

“Meet Mary Charlie Winchester.” You smiled.

“Mary…Charlie…” You saw the tears pour down his cheeks.

“Come on, let’s go inside.” He attempted to regain his composure but failed in the process, he usher you into the huge building.

He still hadn’t answered your question about Dean. You sighed. Maybe he just wants to drop the news gently?

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You could hear some commotion from the main room. As Sam asked you to stay with the kids as he went into the room.

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“Dean.”

The green-eyed Winchester turned to face his brother. “I am probably just going to call it a night.” Sam noticed the tiredness and pain in his eyes.

“That’s pretty early, son.” John crossed his arms, trying to figure out what was going on.

Thanks to Amara, Mary had been brought back and as they also brought John back and the other people from the other world, including Bobby. The only people missing in his brother’s life was the love of his life and their kids. Dean still hadn’t known about Mary. He knew it was safer so he avoided all contact from You. It was killing Dean but Sam knew this surprise would bring him back.

“Wait-“ Dean paused as he shrugged awaiting what Sam wanted.

He quickly ran up the stairs to bring out you, and the kids. Dean’s eyes grew as you walked towards him. Jo immediately recognising him ran to him as Dean pulled him up but what caught his eye was the little Angel you were carrying, her green eyes glued onto Dean. It was as if she knew exactly who he was. You were in complete shock as he wrapped his arms around you. Sam took Mary as Dean cupped your cheeks as he kissed you as if it was his last breath.

Inbetween the kiss you whispered, “I thought you were gone…”

“As if I could leave you alone.” He smiled as he continued kissing you.

You stepped back as you noticed the audience watching you. You caught sight of Winchester’s parents, Mary and John watching from afar smiling. You thought you were seeing them but Sam gave you a nod, to assure you it’s real.

Taking a breath, you took Mary from Sam.

“Meet, Mary Charlie Winchester.” You heard a gasp from the audience. You caught sight of Mary, covering her mouth attempting to not cry. “She looks just like Dean.”

“Hey, baby girl” Dean smiled as Mary extended her arms for him to carry her.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “I already love you, baby girl.”

“What about me?” Dean turned to see Jo standing with his arms crossed.

“He gets that sass from moose.” You all looked up to see Crowley on top of the stairs.

“Cute, family reunion but we have bigger fish to catch.”

“Uncle Crowley…” Jo waved, causing a stunned expression to form on Sam and Dean.

“Don’t look surprised, I grew quite fond of the baby squirrels.” He rolled his eyes as he walked down the stairs.

“Alright, is there anyone else who has access to both my kids lives? Don’t tell me Lucifer is called Uncle Luci” Dean turned to look at you, as you chuckled before kissing him on the cheeks.

“Crowley only spent time with them cause you asked him to keep them safe”

“Wait before Crowley ruin the moment, I need to introduce my kids to some special people” Dean smiled at you as took Jo’s hand as you walked to Mary and John.

Jo immediately recognised both people as he squealed “Grandma! Grandpa!” Mary was now crying nonstop as she kneeled to wrap her arms around her grandson as John stroked baby Mary’s cheek.

“They look just like you, Dean.”

“Y/n! I felt your energy here. Where are you?” The celestial being appeared as he looked around panicking. Until his eyes lay on the kids, finally easing.

“Uncle Cas! Look-“ he points at Dean, with a huge grin.

“Hello Dean” Dean nodded as Cas wore a puzzled expression. “We’re you hiding from us?”

“It was best for Y/n and the kids.” He sighed as he kept his eyes on you.

“Alright, moving on from the family reunion. It’s time to explain some quite bad news.”

“Why can’t we have a split second of peace?”

“Uh, 'cause you’re a Winchester?” Crowley responded condescendingly.

“What is it then?!”

“You know how you’re Michael’s true Vessel. As Moose was born to be Lucifer’s Vessel?”

“And?” Sam asked impatiently.

“Your story was written for you boys. Just as the legacy has to be passed on to one’s kids.” You, Dean and Sam, watched as you realised what was going to happen.

“No.” Dean began before noticing the kids were watching.

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Honestly that’s all I have, I had created this a year ago and it has been lying in my notes for a whole year so tadah…

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darkwinchesters · 2 years

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Wonderland

reader x dean winchester

Author’s Note: just a soft one shot cause we need some softy one. This was basically after watching “11x08 just my imagination” honestly this was rushed while I was rewatching season 11 :/

Warning: Fluff, Dad!Dean x Mom!Reader, kinda short and has slips cause I was half asleep while writing this.

inspired by wonderland by Taylor swift but not based on it!

“Lily, where are you?” Mary ran across her playroom as she dashed behind her faded sky blue toy box.

You were in the Library reading more books on how to get rid of the darkness aka Amara.

Dean was asleep, whereas you made out the sound of Sam treading through the bunker hallway.

You heard some commotion in the kitchen as you rushed there.

Mary who was in her room ran to the kitchen behind Dean who had been woken by the disturbance.

“Hey, baby.” He bestows a weary smile, planting a kiss on your forehead, you draped your arms around his waist, inhaling the subtle whiskey scent from the night before.

“Are you having a stroke?” He inquires Sam, with a trace of weariness in his voice. You produce a blank expression at the younger Winchester who was clutching onto the air.

“You don’t see him?” Sam points at nothing when you hear a squeal from behind you.

Mary pushes past you and Dean.

“Hello! I am Mary.” The corners of her eyes crinkled, the distinct freckles sprinkled over her nose, reminded you how alike she was to her father.

“Lily, is this your friend?” That’s when you and Dean gasp in cue, setting eyes on the two normal-looking creatures that emerge before you.

Sam explains how this was his imaginary friend, Sully from when he was a kid.

“Hello! I am Lily.” A woman with fairy wings, a wand, glitter scattered across her clothes and a blue tiara on her head.

“Alright, I am going to get my gun.” Dean turns to walk away but you grab his arm.

“Dean.” He glances at you as Mary gawks at him intently holding her imaginary friend’s hand.

“Don’t touch my kid.” Dean takes Mary into his arms, she proceeds to squirm and try to escape his grasp.

“Hey, baby girl. Want waffles?” Her eyes illuminate as she gleams resulting in Dean reflecting her enthusiasm. Making her smile was what he lived for. That’s all he would want to spend the remainder of his life fulfilling, keeping her and you happy.

Mary’s green eyes shone as she hopped out of Dean’s arms and ran to the food on the table.

“But, daddy we already have food, Sully made!”

You stride to Mary to speak to her quietly, while the boys conversed with the Zannas.

“Where are you going, Lily?” You could glimpse the sweet, big green eyes, gape at the fairy.

“I’ll be back, in a jiffy!” The fairy kneels to boop Mary’s nose, Dean crossed his arms as he watched intently, his eyes glued onto the Zanna.

As the fairy’s index finger booped Mary’s nose, fairy dust fell from the air.

“This is-“ Dean commences as he shakes his head but you throw him a glare. He sighs, restraining the urge to comment.

Mary’s eyes were focused on the glitter encircling her as she giggled before hugging the Zanna.

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darkwinchesters · 2 years

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Ghost Of You

reader x dean (after spn finale)

Author’s Note: I cried while making this so here, it’s based after Dean’s death, the reader copes with it all...maybe?

Warning: Fluff, pretty depressing so be prepared, also this is my first fanfic so I am sorry for the mistakes!

Rays the color of the Tuscan Sun beam through the newly fitted curtains as your eyes adjust to the light. You turn to confront the empty side of the bed.

“Dean!” You squealed as his lips brushed against your neck.

You could never forget those utopian, ivy green eyes which captured your heart.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you picture being in his embrace. The leather jacket combined with the familiar scent of the impala always welcomed you home. When he opens his mouth, the smoky whiskey smell had you drunk before you had a taste.

The deserted whiskey glass from a week ago was on top of the draws. The emptiness silently reminds you, the Apple pie life left as fast as it came.

The sound of vehicles driving past your street as you lie numb to your voided emotions.

*flashback*

“I love you, Y/n”

“I spoke to Sammy and we agreed that this would be my final hunt.” He bestowed you a warm smile.

“Starting a family is my priority now.”

*end of flashback*

The silent, grief-stricken tears you were clasping onto breakthrough.

Gaining the energy to get out of bed, you switch on the hallway light as you drift into your now vacate living room. Sam had given some of Dean’s belongings left at the bunker to you. The box was in the kitchen unopened, you did not want to free the box filled with memories you cherished.

Your shut your eyes as you reminisced the moments you shared in this house, it was supposed to be your home. Why couldn’t you and Dean have your happy ending?

The house symbolised the beginning, this was where you and Dean were going to create your new life. The ashes of the past were overtaking the present, yet you did not care. The present is nothing without him, your future is nothing without him.

‘Why couldn’t it be just a dream?’ Your body gives up as you drop to the floor.

“Dean…” You let out a gut-wrenching scream, enough to shatter the numbness inside you.

“I can’t live without you…” you cover your mouth, in attempts to restrain yourself from crying out the agonising pain in the pit of your stomach.

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Weeks flew by as living life became a continuous suffocating torment. You hated it.

You eventually decide to open the box Sam had given you.

The first object which seized your attention was the Zeppelin shirt he had lent to you, the night you both confessed your feelings, later you ended up in his bed. You smiled as you held the shirt as if it was practically to take off. You could inhale his scent as you suddenly felt queasy. You grabbed a glass of water, expecting it to stop the feeling, not working you ran to the bathroom.

You threw up whatever little you had eaten. These days you hardly could eat anything. Your body and emotions were numb.

For the following few days, nauseousness did not leave. You found out on the web that grief can induce nausea. You didn’t care at this point. The grief residing in your soul wouldn’t leave.

You heard a knock on the door, interrupting your thoughts.

You unlocked it to see, Sam.

“Sam.” You smile weakly.

He closely inspected you as you were the shell of a person he once knew.

“Y/n, are you okay?” He implored.

Hearing the question, made you wonder if you will ever be okay.

Living without his presence was not going to be okay. Knowing you could never see every feature on his face or the way he can make you laugh by just being himself, it was not okay. You were not okay. How were you supposed to live without all of him?

“Y/n?!” Sam’s voice drew you back.

“Y/n, I am sorry for abandoning you after this happened.” He breathed out as he saw the burden in your eyes, he could see you had given up. You were drowning in the pain of his brother’s death, for an instant he thought why couldn’t Dean be here instead of him. He had so much to live for. That’s when he caught sight of you flee to the bathroom. He walked after you as you fell to the ground as you hurled.

“Y/n. Come on. We are going to the hospital.” He grabbed a towel wiping your face.

“No!” Your eyes shut at the thought of leaving your home. “I can’t-“

“This home is the only place where I can-can- feel his presence.” He put an arm around you as he helped you up, you paused to force every inch of you to brush your teeth, it was such a basic thing yet, it was difficult.

When staring at the person in the mirror, you realised a month ago you could never imagine such a thing to happen. Yet, here you were. Stuck, in a endless cycle of your very own hell.

“Y/n.” You had finished brushing when you heard Sam.

His hand rested on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry.” He held out a hand as you took it, he guided you outside. You spotted the navy blue, impala parked in the driveway.

It wasn’t just a car, it was the closest to Dean you could be. It symbolises Dean Winchester.

The car radiated memories you had latched away since he left you. The laughs, the tears and the intimate moments you both shared was written all over the Impala.

*flashback*

“Eating like a rabbit for months is enough to dent a man’s confidence”

“What man?”

He raise an eyebrows as he looks at you with a look

“Let’s get you a burger, huh?” You stifle a giggle as he faces the road, you can see the huge smile forming on his face. His freckles glowed in the street lights.

*end of flashback*

You had told Dean, that he should pass the impala on to Sam. Sam deserved it.

Whenever you hear the iconic sound of the impala, it caused your heart to skip a beat. You anticipated for Dean to open the car door and give you his signature smirk.

You were standing in front of the car, waiting for someone who was never going to appear. It’s the little things that prompted the agonising pain to surge back to you.

“I-“

“Sam I can’t!” You were now, panicking, everywhere and every thing you saw, reminded you of Dean.

“You need help, Y/n” Sam whispered.

Sam opened the Impala door as you hesitantly got in.

You curled up in a ball as Sam drove to the hospital. Your sights remained on the world past the car windows. You were terrified you would drown in your grief any minute now because if you got one glimpse at the interior of the car, the memories will shatter you to ruins and this time, you weren’t sure you would be able to mend the pieces.

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You were in the hospital room as Sam settled on the chair in the corner while you concentrated on the slight crack on the wall. You heard voices from the open door, leading to the corridor.

A woman ran through the nurses and doctors in the hallway, you heard her cry out.

“You’re alive!”

“I couldn’t leave you alone.” You could make out a man’s hoarse voice.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Your mind whirled back to the last words Dean had said to you, with the tears falling down his cheeks. He knew, it was the end and he needed you to hear it, one last time. He needed to say it to keep you going. To give you the strength to go on. To tell you, you were his last and forever love.

It was the goodbye, you never fully accepted.

*flashback*

“I love you so much.”

*end of flashback*

You didn't know why but you felt anger towards the man and woman outside your hospital room.

‘It wasn’t fair’ you thought.

Envy, was it? The fire inside you, raged violently.

‘Why did Dean not deserve to live?!’

“Sam, could you close the door, please?” You ask, keeping your eye on the crack. Sam shut the door before walking to you.

“If you keep all the emotions you’re feeling on the inside you’re going to loose your mind.”

“Y/n, he’s gone but he wouldn’t want to see you like this.”

You scoff causing Sam to face you in shock, you had not uttered a word to anyone or had a conversation. ‘This was something’, he thought.

“He isn’t here, Sam.”

“I can’t live without him. He was my f*cking world. We were-“ You pause as the inferno you created becomes uncontrollable, it felt like your lungs had given up as breathing became difficult, Sam rests his hand over yours in attempts to calm you down.

The doctors knocked on the door before walking in, they spoke to Sam. Your breathing had gradually slowed down, however your mind was still elsewhere. In a world where Dean was alive. The doctors started doing various tests, while you continued to imagine a life with Dean.

“Miss Y/L/N, May you tell us what exactly happened?” The doctor consulted as he put away his equipment.

“She- her boyfriend died.”

“Well, soon to be fiancée,” Sam spoke as you lay motionless. The word ‘Fiancé’ signified nothing, the person, who the word applied to, had faded from your life.

“Miss Y/L/N. You’re pregnant.” The doctor told you, searching your eyes for any type of emotion, you veered around to face him in surprise. Sam’s head perched up as he glanced at you. Your hand instantly reached to your stomach.

“There’s a part of Dean growing in me…”

The tears you were clenching back for days, fell. You looked up as you swear you saw a figure smiling. “Dean?” You whispered so only you could hear but in that fracture of a second, he was gone.

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