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Missing Her - Part 5

Dean x Reader; Sam Winchester, Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Bobby Singer, Ollie (OFC)

Series Summary: Dean is on the verge of going to Hell, and Sam is reaching out to an old friend who he thinks holds the key that could change Dean’s future. When they get reunited, a long kept secret comes out, that can’t stop him from going to Hell, but it changes everything for him when he returns. Seeking out the woman he loves and getting back what he lost, while still managing to stop Lillith from breaking the seals may be more difficult than he thinks.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Warnings: Language, Canon Divergence

WC: 4.8K

Beta’d by @closetspngirl who just keeps being amazing <3 Banner made by me, pics found thanks to Google.

You bolted upright and panicked for a moment, unsure of where you were. It was familiar, but not from your recent memory. Focusing on some things around the room, it took a minute or two, and the recognition of the ZZ Top poster on the wall, but you realized that you were in Ash’s room at the Roadhouse.

Muffled voices from beyond the closed door carried in. When you went to investigate out in the bar, you saw Dean and Ollie playing pool. Not wanting to disturb them, you tip-toed out of Ash’s room and watched from the shadows.

“Alright,” Dean said moving the crate over to the long side of the table. “What do you do first?”

Ollie climbed up on the plastic milk crate and took the cue stick from his hand. It was one of the shorter ones, but still too big for her small size. She still managed to get her grip on it properly and bend over the table.

“First, you line up your shot,” she said, closing one eye and positioning her hand slightly off proper stance. Dean leaned over and moved her hands where they needed to be but then backed off to watch her.

“Right. Then what?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest, watching her carefully.

“Then, look for your next shot,” Ollie replied confidently.

“Atta girl!” he said and moved around to the other side of the table. “Which are you looking at?”

Ollie stood back up and examined the layout of the billiard balls in front of her. You couldn’t see the whole table, but you watched her face as she tried to decide what to do. The way her young features were set in determination as she chewed her bottom lip, only highlighted the Winchester genes even more.

Finally, she pointed at an obscured part of the table. “There.”

“Yes!” Dean exclaimed and walked back around to her. “Now, when you draw back to hit the cue ball, if you hit it here,” he pointed to the center bottom part of the ball, “that will make the ball recoil after hitting this one and roll back to line up the other shot. Got it?”

“Got it!” Ollie nodded and bent back over the table. Dean helped adjust her arm slightly, but he stepped back when she began to find her stroke and hit the ball. The cue did exactly what she hoped it would, bouncing the seven ball into the pocket, and rolling it back to line up her next shot.

When it rolled to a stop, Ollie jumped off the crate, then up and downing, cheering, and Dean shot both arms up in the air in a celebration of victory. “That’s my girl!!”

Ollie’s face was just full of elation, her smile going ear to ear. She jumped up at Dean, slapping him a vicious high five, to which he pretended it hurt. Dean shook off his hand and mumbled something to Ollie you couldn’t hear. You watched as your daughter flung herself at Dean and wrapped her arms around his waist to embrace him tightly. He hugged her back, letting her be the one to pull away first. She bounded back towards the table, hopped back on the crate and repeated the process.

This time, Dean took a step back and watched her. Even from the distance, you noticed the emotion around his eyes. He wasn’t crying, but the lines in his face were betraying the build-up of feeling that was growing inside him. He sucked them back down, his pouty bottom lip clenching at the process, all while watching his daughter play pool like a natural.

Dean felt your gaze on him and finally noticed you standing in the shadows. He didn’t call out your name or wave you over, but the corner of his mouth tugged into a thoughtful smile before he turned back to Ollie to help her with her grip.

No matter what was about to go down with demons and angels, at that moment watching your daughter play pool with her father made it feel like all was right and perfect in your world.

Ollie must have felt you lurking. After she took her shot, she turned and saw you watching from the fringe.

“Mom! Dean is teaching how to play pool!”

“I see that,” you said and flashed her an encouraging smile as you came further into the room. “I just hope he’s not teaching you how to hustle pool.”

“C’moonn,” Dean whined, feigning offense. “I wouldn’t do that… not until she’s older. The girl needs some kind of skills to fall back on.”

Closing your eyes, you shook your head and tried to stifle a laugh. When you opened them again, Dean was right beside you, but watching Ollie continue to line up shots.

“She’s pretty good, you know. We’ve only been at it for an hour, and she damn near ran five shots in a row before.”

“Smart, sassy, and a hell of a shot… just like her daddy,” you wiggled your brow at him, earning you one of his infamous smirks; the one that made you fall for him in the first place.

“Well, I can’t take all the credit. The sass, she gets that from you,” he said seriously, then noticed your expression and tried to backpedal. “I just mean--”

“Yeah, yeah… just quit while you’re ahead, hm?”

Dean’s cell vibrated with Smoke on the Water before he could relent. He dove into his pocket, pulling it out quickly and sighing with relief when he saw Sam’s name.

“Hey! Dude, where are you?” he asked in a terse greeting. Dean held up his finger, asking for a minute then went walked over to the bar so he could talk to his brother with some privacy.

You nodded and watched him walk away, taking a moment to appreciate the view. There was a brief moment you forgot about everything that was hanging over him, and you by extension, and you let yourself dive into a fantasy where you, Dean and Ollie could be a happy family. Barbecues, holidays, library dates, school plays, Uncle Sam and Aunt Ellen coming to visit… maybe even more kids. Dean could still hunt--you’d never try and make him stop, it would be a fruitless effort anyway-- but he could, and he would always find his way back to you…

“Mommy?” Ollie asked, pulling on your sleeve to get your attention.

“Hmm?” you responded, and looked down at her with a hazy expression she couldn’t quite pinpoint.

“You okay? You look funny.”

“I’m fine, Ol. Just thinking…”

“About what?”

Nothing wanting to place these hopes and dreams on her until you knew how things would shake out, you just smiled a big and said “Pancakes. Chocolate chip pancakes! Auntie El said to come to the house today and she’ll whip you up a batch. Plus, she’s fixing up our old room for us. You mind crashing with her for a while?”

“Will you stay there with me?” she asked, a momentary flash of panic streaked across her young face. “Will Dean?”

Crouching to be eye level with her, you brushed a strand of hair from her face and forced a calming, happy smile.

“Me, absolutely. Dean… I don’t know, Ollie. He’s got some work he needs to tend too,” you paused and glanced over your shoulder to where Dean was pacing and talking low, but animatedly on the phone, then turned your attention back to Olivia. “But, between you and me, I sure hope he does.” You winked at her and she giggled softly.

“Mom?”

“Hm?”

“I hope so, too.”

“What do you say, you go gather your things from Ash’s room, and maybe we get ourselves over to Ellen’s? I’m sure you’re hungry considering you didn’t eat last night.”

“I am hungry. I’ll go grab my stuff!” she squealed and bounced off in the direction of Ash’s room, then suddenly stopped and turned back to face you. “Do you think Auntie El has bacon?”

“She better!” Dean exclaimed as he came up behind you, “It’s one of the most important food groups.”

Ollie giggled and shook her head. “No it’s not,” she laughed and rolled her eyes, but then her face went serious, and she looked more like Dean at that moment, than she ever had before. “But it should be.”

You and Dean both held it together until she had disappeared into Ash’s room, then began to laugh.

“Is she always like that?” he asked as his gaze still lingered in the direction she went off in.

“Yes. Yes, she is. I told you, Dean, she is your mini-me,” you smiled and ribbed him with your elbow. “So, what did Sam have to say?”

Dean’s expression faltered, and gone was the dreaming, poetic look of a father who loved his child, but that of a man scared for her future. His gaze fluttered to the floor, and he stopped and started speaking more than a couple of times before he sighed in resignation.

“I don’t know,” he breathed and rubbed a hand over his face. “He should be here soon, but, I dunno. Something’s up with him.”

“I remember you said something about that the other day. What is it? What’s he doing?”

Dean passed you a glance that said you’d never believe him if he told you.

“Try me, Dean. C’mon… the Sam I saw earlier this year--”

“That was the Sam before I went to Hell. He changed. He’s... “

“What?”

“Look. Y/N, there’s a lot I haven’t told you about what’s going on. I know I gave you the Cliffs Notes version, but the reality of the situation is seriously way more fu--”

“I’m ready!” Ollie called out as she rejoined you and Dean near the pool table. “You think Aunt Ellen will let me come back later and play pool?”

“Maybe! But first, let’s get there and get you fed, ok?” you said and reached out for Olivia’s hand.

She slipped her small fingers into yours and gave you a gentle squeeze. “Let’s go eat!” she exclaimed and reached her other hand up to Dean.

“Girl after my own heart,” he mused and gave Ollie a wink.

“Well… I’ll be…” Bobby said with a snort as his eyes flickered between Dean, standing beside him, and Olivia, who sat in the kitchen eating pancakes. The old hunter took the trucker cap off his head and itched the side of his scalp, before replacing it, then turning to Dean with a look of pure disbelief. “I just… I never had a damn clue. How the Hell did your brother keep this quiet?”

Dean shook his head. “I don’t know, Bobby. But he did. Dad, too.”

“And the girl? She never told you she was pregnant?”

“No,” Dean replied lowly and cleared his throat, glancing up at Y/N who was sat next to Olivia in the kitchen. “She called to tell me, dad found out instead and did what he did best...” he trailed off and shrugged with his expression.

“Meddled. That’s what he did,” Bobby grumbled. “Dammit, John…” Bobby growled a sigh and patted his adopted son’s shoulder. “I’m real damn sorry he did that, Dean. He had no right.”

“It’s okay, Bobby. It’s done. Not like I cam reem the guy out now, can I?”

“Still… all that you missed out on,” Bobby shook his head.

“She’s here now, that’s what I gotta be grateful for. It’s time to step up and protect my kid and right now, I don’t know if I can do that alone.”

Dean’s gaze caught Bobby’s, and his heart broke when he saw the fear reflecting in Dean’s eyes.

“I’m here, son. For whatever you, and her, may need.” Bobby patted his shoulder and gave it a squeeze, then turned his attention to Y/N. “Now, what about the girl’s mama. What’s the story there?” Bobby eyed him carefully, trying to read Dean’s expression where the mother of the girl was concerned.

“That? That’s a story for another day, Bobby. Just know that keeping her safe is just as important as keeping Ollie safe. No way I’m gonna lose her again.”

“Alright. Just checkin’,” Bobby said, focusing his narrowed gaze on the strange woman in the kitchen. “All this time, she’s known the life… known Ellen and Jo. Why didn’t she tell anyone that the kid was yours?”

“Dad scared the shit out of her. He made her believe that if any more Winchesters were born into the world, they would just be ripe for the supernatural pickin’s I guess,” Dean shrugged. “He wanted her to end it. Gave her money to terminate the pregnancy. Instead, she took off, found Ellen, and did what she thought she had to do.”

“You ain’t mad about that?” Bobby snorted. “Can’t say I’d be too quick to forgive if I were you. Not like she magically lost your number. She still coulda--”

“Bobby, come on. Just let it go, alright? Y/N and I, we’re good. I want to put all that in the past and just focus on now. We certainly got enough on our plates with Lilith and the seals, don’t we?”

The old man nodded and ran a hand over his beard, letting it fall from his face with a sigh. “That’s the understatement of the century.”

“Alright then. Let’s focus on that, and keeping them safe,” Dean paused and looked back to the kitchen, where half his heart sat, laughing and eating pancakes. “Because losing them, even after just having them in my life for a few days… I don’t think I could come back from that, Bobby.”

“Then that’s what we do.” Bobby’s hand clamped down tightly on Dean’s shoulder, again, in an effort to offer him some reassurance. Dean nodded and bit down on the inside of his lip to try and keep his emotions in check.

“First things first,” Dean said, turning away from the kitchen and back towards Bobby. “Where the HELL is Sam?”

“Beats me. Said he’d be here an hour ago. Do you think he went to the Roadhouse instead?” Bobby asked though he could sense Dean felt it was something more sinister. “I know that look, boy. Spill it.”

Dean shook his head slowly. “I don’t know… he’s been different. He’s lying to me, sneaking off more. I’m worried about him.”

“What else is new?” Bobby asked sarcastically.

Dean rolled his eyes. “This is different, Bobby. It just is.”

“I get that, Dean. But Sam is a grown man. He’s allowed to go off without your permission.”

“Yeah, but what’s he doing when he’s gone? Hmm? God only knows--”

Before he could continue, Olivia came into the room, a wide smile that was covered in traces of chocolate and, plate of pancakes in her hand.

“I brought you some,” she said, beaming up at Dean and holding out the plate. “I even made sure mom put bacon on there.”

Dean took the plate happily. “I am starving, how did you know?”

“Cause, you’re a boy. Boys are always hungry,” she said and shrugged as if it were the most commonly known fact in the world. She looked up wearily at Bobby, having only just met him and unsure of what to make of the gruff old hunter.

“Do you want some, too?” she asked him shyly.

“I sure do appreciate the offer, but I’m good honey,” Bobby replied with his friendliest grin and winked.

Ollie flashed a shy smile and ran back to the kitchen, promptly jumped back into her chair and held up her plate up to Ellen, asking more pancakes. Dean shoved a fork of the food in his mouth and groaned as he chewed and swallowed.

“Oh man, so good,” he mused while savoring the taste of the pancakes before snapping off a piece of bacon in his mouth.

“Least you ain’t lost your appetite,” Bobby laughed and shook his head. “Come on.” He motioned his head for Dean to follow him back into Ellen’s kitchen.

“Anyone heard from Sam yet?” Ellen asked when they joined the group in the kitchen. “We really need to get talking about events that are unfoldin’,” she said then glanced down at Ollie. “Figure out some things.”

Y/N nodded. “Soon as Sam gets here, I’ll take Ollie--”

The sound of a car door from outside grabbed everyone’s attention. Dean placed the plate of pancakes back to the table and glanced outside Ellen’s kitchen window to see Sam getting out of the ride he had to hijack to get there. Dean’s brow furrowed when he saw Sam was limping towards the house. From the distance of the window, it looked like Sam had blood on the side of his face.

Dean darted out the back door, with Bobby following quickly behind. Ellen looked out of the window and quickly turned to Jo. “Joanna Beth, take Olivia upstairs, now.”

“But mom--” she began to protest.

“Now! Sam may need Y/N’s help,” she barked.

Jo’s gaze flickered anxiously between her mother and Y/N. The moment the back door opened and she saw both Dean and Bobby helping him into the house, she promptly grabbed Olivia’s hand.

“Come on kiddo, let’s go get the pancake gunk off ya.”

Olivia began to protest but the moment she saw Sam’s bloody head, she got up and nearly ran from the room. Once she was clear, Y/N sprung into action as Dean and Bobby dumped Sam into one of the kitchen chairs.

“Ellen, get your kit. I didn’t bring mine and he needs some stitches.”

The kitchen was virtually silent while you attended to Sam’s wounds. All he had been able to get out so far, was that he went to the Roadhouse and found it in ruins. After that, he said everything went dark.

Ellen had fallen into one of the kitchen chairs when she heard the news about her bar; a blank expression clouded her face as her knuckles grasped the edge of the table so hard they turned white. Bobby and Dean both tried grilling Sam for details, but he wasn’t of much help.

“Man, I dunno what happened. I pulled up and it was in ruins,” Sam paused to wince as you put the last stitch in place above his brow. “It looks like it had been hit by a meteor… smashed to bits and still smoldering,” Sam rasped, the pain of the attack still coming in waves. “I’m so sorry Ellen.”

Ellen continued to sit quietly dumbfounded at the table as Sam recounted his story of finding the Roadhouse destroyed.

“When I came too, they had me pinned down, and were spouting off some garbage about the angels, and how Lilith would succeed in freeing Lucifer from his cage.”

Listening carefully, but not saying anything, you felt like you may be sick. What they were talking about went beyond anything you understood about the supernatural world.

You finished up Sam’s stitches and put the suture kit back in the lockbox where Ellen kept it. When you sat back in the chair beside her, that’s when it hit you how closely you, Dean and Ollie must have come to missing the attack. Bobby stood behind Ellen, his hands on her shoulders trying to help keep her upright.

“We can rebuild it, El. We’ll figure out a way,” Bobby said lowly and passed glances to Sam and Dean, who nodded sympathetically.

“Hell yeah--” “You know it--” they replied simultaneously.

“I’m gonna find those black-eyed bitches,” Ellen growled, toying with the glass of whiskey now in front of her. “I’m gonna send each one of ‘em straight back to the pit.”

“We will, Ellen. I promise you that,” Dean said and looked to Sam. “Not that I’m complaining, but why let you live? Did they just beat the crap out of you for kicks?”

Sam shrugged half-heartedly. “Not sure,” he replied, but conveyed a look to Dean that meant, ‘we’ll talk later’. Dean continued the silent conversation with a furrowed brow, but Sam every so slightly shook his head. ‘Not now,’ it said.

“Alright, so what now?” you asked, ignoring what was going on between the brothers; not like they would answer you if you asked.

“This has to be what we were talking about last night,” Dean said, turning his attention to you. “If Jim is possessed, and he knows we came here--”

“Wait, Jim? YOUR Jim?!” Ellen fummed, the fire in her expression just as deadly as the one that brought down her bar.

You nodded apologetically. “It’s why we’re here,” you replied softly, giving Dean a pensive glance. He nodded, gently prodding you to continue. “Jim didn’t take well to seeing Dean with Ollie. It turned into a fight when we dropped Ollie off at his place the other night. I thought he was just being a jerk--”

“He pinned her against the front door, hard,” Dean added through gritted teeth.

“If not for Ollie being there…” you shrugged. “Seeing her stopped him, so we left. But later, she said that she thought his eyes went black and that the living room smelled like rotten eggs.”

“Sulfur,” Bobby whispered, coming to understand the point they were getting at. “You think he got possessed? But when? Where?”

You nodded. “Look, he wasn’t a great guy for the last year of our marriage, and once or twice things got.... rough, between us.” Dean noticeably tensed at the mention of it. “But I don’t know; he was different. More intense than usual.”

Bobby walked around to the opposite side of the table and poured himself a shot of whiskey. Once the burn wore off, he cleared his throat. “So, let me get this straight… did your ex--”

“Jim.”

“Right, Jim, did he know about the life? Does he know the truth about what’s out there?”

“No, he had no idea. I told him Ellen was my aunt, Jo was my cousin. He never really cared to know my family, never asked about them. In fact, he always acted like I was an orphan. Never wanted to know about my folks, siblings… any of it.”

“That didn’t raise a red flag?” Bobby asked curiously, folding his arms over his chest.

“Bobby, come on,” Dean sighed. “Give her a break.”

“No, he’s right, Dean. I should have wondered why,” you looked back to Bobby and got where he was going. “You think he had been possessed from the beginning?”

Bobby hemmed and hawed for a moment, and then shrugged. “It’s possible. If the demon was there the whole time, it wouldn’t make itself known unless it wanted too. Maybe once Dean showed back up…”

“Dammit,” Dean muttered under his breath, his eyes fluttering closed as his gut swelled with vile.

You reached over and gently touched his forearm. “Hey, this isn’t on you.”

“The Hell it ain’t!” Dean barked, letting the anger he had towards himself take over.

“Heeyyy, guys… little ears back in the room,” Jo said as cheerfully as she could and walked into the kitchen holding Olivia’s hand. She had been freshly showered and dressed. Jo even took the time to fix her hair in french braid pigtails making her look at least three years younger than she really was.

“Hey baby,” you said and opened out your arms. “Come here, there’s someone you gotta meet.”

Olivia slowly entered the kitchen, looking between you and Dean, then very carefully in Sam’s direction. She looked at him curiously, her fierce green eyes scrutinizing the now bandaged wound on his head, along with the cut on his cheek.

“Is he ok?” she asked you in a loud whisper.

“Yeah, he’s alright. Just a little accident on the way over. But, this guy right here, this is your Uncle Sam. He’s Dean’s brother.”

Olivia immediately looked at Dean, who nodded and smiled, confirming what you just told her.

“Remember I told you about my little brother?” Dean asked her, “Well this is him.”

“He’s not little at all,” she said, still eyeing Sam carefully. “Is he the one that makes you eat all the healthy things?”

Dean laughed. “He sure is. So, if he ever tries to get you to eat kale… just say no, kid.”

Ollie giggled and left your side to move closer to Dean, and then hesitantly closer to Sam.

Sam smiled at his niece with an expression of disbelief, all previous talk of demons momentarily forgotten. “Hi there,” he said and held out his hand to her. She placed her little fingers in his and shook his hand.

“Hi.”

“You probably don’t remember me, I saw you once when you were super small.”

Ollie turned to you, and you nodded. “You were only two, Ol.”

“Oh, then I definitely don’t remember,” she said.

“Well then I guess we have to make some new memories, huh?” Sam said, his grin stretching from ear to ear, despite the pain it caused the wounds on his face.

“Sure. Are you staying here at Aunt El’s too? Are we all going back to the bar?” Ollie looked around at all the adults faces in the room, and with the exception of Jo’s, realized everyone looked very sad. “Why’s everyone so mopey?”

“Aw honey, c’mere,” Ellen said and patted her lap. Ollie bounced over to her and sat on Ellen’s leg. “Apparently there was an accident right after you left there today. The bar is gone.”

Ollie’s face scrunched up in disbelief. “What do you mean?”

“It’s a long story, Olivia. I promise to tell you more about it later.”

“But, I wanna know now,” she whined. “I’m not a baby, you can tell me grown up things!”

“Olivia.” Dean’s tone was stern but not loud. “Mom said later, okay? There’s a lot going on right now, kiddo. It’s not that we don’t think you’re big enough to hear it. It’s just, we want to understand it ourselves before we tell you.”

Dean raised his brow as he gazed at her, hoping she would understand and back off. You knew how stubborn she could be, and watched the two of them have their stare down, seeing who would be the first to crack.

Olivia’s body relaxed, and she nodded ever-so-slightly. “Okay.”

Dean smiled at her. “But, I did hear that Aunt Ellen has a killer pool table in the basement. I bet you if you asked Jo nicely, she would take you down and let you practice some. You can show her what I taught you this morning. Whatcha say?”

Olivia turned to Jo, who flashed Dean rueful glance, but eventually smiled at Olivia. “Sure, come on, Ollie, show me what you got.”

Once again, Jo held out her hand for Olivia to take, and lead her from the room. When they were out of earshot, you couldn’t help but chuckle, and pat Dean’s knee.

“Nice save, dad,” you teased.

“Dude,” Sam spoke up. “You have a daughter…” he snorted a disbelieving sigh and just shook his head. “I mean, I knew she existed, but just seeing you two in the same room…”

“Then maybe you shoulda spoke up about it sooner, boy,” Bobby said, though he lacked any kind of accusatory tone. “John I believe, but you? Keeping something like this from your brother for so long? That’s not the kind of secret, you keep from family.”

Dean sighed heavily. “Bobby, c’mon. I thought we were letting all that go. We got bigger problems, remember?”

“Hey! Enough, alright. We need to deal with these demons that just burned down my bar. Which, apparently includes your ex-husband, Y/N. So, why don’t you start from the beginning and tell us everything you know about Jim.”

“Before you do that,” Sam said, standing from the chair, “I need to talk to Dean for a minute, alone.”

“Whatever you gotta tell me--”

“No,” Sam interrupted. Sam no-so-subtly motioned his head towards the back door.

Dean stood from his chair, his expression wrought with concern. “Alright little brother, lead the way.

Once they were outside, Sam paced back and forth for a moment before he finally faced Dean. Frustrated, Dean raised his brow in question and sighed.

“What the hell, Sam? What’s going on?” he asked, tired from the constant feeling of secrecy that surrounded Sam as of late.

“Those demons that were at Harvelle’s, they didn’t just kick my ass for sport. They did it because they wanted me to deliver a message.”

Dean’s expression fell and he felt his veins run cold. “What message? For who?”

Sam hesitated for a moment, calming his own anger in order to be ready and deal with the rage that he knew would erupt in his brother the moment he passed along the demon’s warning.

“To you,” he paused and raised his brow, “they said, ‘don’t think she’s untouchable’.”

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luciisthebest · 7 years

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She Can Never Come Back

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean has to travel to the past leaving the reader with Cas. Or so he thinks…. (That was all I could come up with without huge spoilers)

Warnings: ANGST, fluff, violence, mentions of blood, language, some canon divergence, major character death.

Word Count: 1,781

A/N: All right change of plans. This was supposed to be the last part but I’m not that cruel so there will be one more part after this. Also I will be starting a new Demon!Dean series so if you’re interested in being tagged please Just send me an ask. Please feel free to send me feedback and I hope you enjoy!

Catch up here: Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6 , Part 7

Dean came rushing in. “The baby’s coming! Ok just breath (y/n). We’ll get you to a hospital.”

After a frantic drive to the hospital. You were informed that it was a false alarm. It was just your body getting ready for the real thing. Of course it was, you felt like a freaking whale and you just wanted to have the baby.

As Dean drove you back home you realized you and Dean still hadn’t picked out a name for the baby. “Dean, I think we should finally pick out a name for the baby.”

“What names are you thinking about sweetheart?” He glanced at you as he made a turn.

“Well I was think Mary after your mother.” You looked down unsure of how he’d react.

“You really want that?” His voice cracked with emotion. “I’d love that (y/n)! It’s perfect!” He looked so happy as you pulled up to the bunker.

He quickly got out and opened the door for you and helped you out. He pulled you in for a hug and then a kiss. “I love the name (y/n), thank you.” He then swept you off your feet and carried you into the bunker.

Several days had passed since your false alarm. You could tell something bad had happened. Dean was becoming more and more agitated and you were becoming very concerned about him. Padding into the room you wrapped you arms around him. You could tell he was preoccupied because he barely even noticed you were there.

You nudged him. “I think it’s time you take a break.”

“(Y/n) I can’t. I have to find a way to stop the Darkness.” He sighed.

“Dean I love you but you need to stop, you’re exhausted. Please just come lay down with me.” You pleaded with him.

Dean turned and looked at you. “Alright maybe just for a little while.” He placed a kiss on your forehead.

You had been asleep for a few hours when a knock sounded. “Mmmm Dean wake up.” You shook him awake. “Come in.” You yelled at the door.

Cas walked in. “Dean, Sam and I have found something that may be able to kill the Darkness.”

Dean jumped out of the bed. “I’ll be right out just give me a minute.” Cas left the room then Dean turned to you. “(Y/n), I’m sorry but I…”

You placed a finger on his lips silencing him. “Dean I understand. Go, I’ll join you in a little bit.“ He gave you a quick kiss and then left the room.

You understood why this was so important, the Darkness needed to be stopped. But sometimes you wondered if you would ever be able to win. You thought you had finally had a chance after finding out that Chuck Shurley was actually God. But he refused to hurt his sister, thus leaving you back at square one. Sighing you got up, there was no use in laying there anymore you definitely wouldn’t be able getting anymore sleep.

You found yourself wandering around the bunker. Being pregnant caused you to be restless, and as of lately you found yourself pacing around a lot. Continuing to wander, you finally joined the boys in the library. Looking over at Dean, you instantly knew he wasn’t happy about something. “What’s wrong?” You said quickly as you walked up to him.

“It’s probably easier if Cas explains.” He said as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“We’ve located a Hand of God. The only issue is that it’s located in the past. One of us is going to have to be sent back to retrieve it.” Cas looked at Dean with an uncertain look.

“What are you not telling me?” You questioned as you looked between them.

Dean turned you around to face him. “(Y/n) I’m the one going. Cas is going to take me while Sam stays here and keeps an eye on you.”

You looked at him in shock. “But Dean what about the baby?!? What if she comes when you’re gone? What happens if you are killed?” You wailed.

“I’m sorry (y/n) but I have to go. It shouldn’t take me any longer than a day. I promise I’ll be back for our baby’s birth.” He got to his knees and placed a kiss on your tummy. “I wouldn’t miss that for the world.” You smiled down at him with tears in your eyes. “When do you have to go?” You whispered quietly.

Dean looked up at you. “I have to go now. Cas only has so much power and this is the most opportune moment. I love you (y/n), and I promise I will come back.”

“I love you too Dean. Please just stay safe.” You held your tears back, you wouldn’t let the last thing he saw before he left was you crying.

Cas placed his hand on Dean’s shoulder and in a flash of light they were gone.

The tears in your eyes began to fall. Sam noticed this and pulled you into a hug. He held you for several minutes until a loud noise made him jump into action. As he reached for his gun, Cas came stumbling down the stairs soaking wet.

“What the hell happened? Where’s Dean!” You shouted.

Cas stumbled forward. “The sub must have been warded. He got on, I didn’t. He will still be able to carry out the mission though.”

“You just left him there Cas? How are you going to get him back?!?” You shrieked.

“Dean will just have to break the wards. Once he does I can bring him back.” He grabbed a towel and began to dry off.

You stomped up to him and grabbed him by the tie, pulling him close. “I swear if you can’t bring him back Cas I will destroy you. Permanently!”

Cas gave you a strange smile as you let go. But you passed it off and Cas just being… Cas. “I’ll be in the War Room if you need me.” You growled.

You couldn’t face Sam or Cas right now. Your heart was breaking and you were so afraid Dean was not going to come back. You started rubbing your belly absentmindedly. Your little Mary started kicking like she could sense your distress. “Daddy’s going to come home , I promise.” You whispered, you just hoped he really would.

Several hours has passed and still nothing. You were still waiting in the War Room when you heard Sam yell out in pain. Running towards the library you heard Cas laugh, but it was no longer his voice. Running in, you saw Cas pinning Sam to a pillar. You then realized that he was in direct contact with Sam’s soul and was attempting to kill him

Without thinking, you ran over and shoved Sam out of the way. In doing so this caused Cas’s hand to enter you and come in contact with your soul. You screamed in pain, it felt like someone was trying to tear you apart. Cas then removed his hand and let a blast of power out that send you flying across the room.

“Oh (y/n), always so willing to throw your life away for others.” He smirked.

“Cas, what are you doing?” You groaned as blood began to run down your face.

“Guess again (y/n).” He opened his arms like he was waiting for applause.

“Lucifer? No it can’t be he’s still in the cage.” You exclaimed.

“That’s what I let you idiots believe. But in all reality good old Cas gave me his consent. I’m so glad the gig is up I was sick of pretending to be him, he’s so boring.”

“This can be right, Cas would never say yes.”

Lucifer walked over and knelt by your side. “Oh he did. Now enough with the small talk. I have a Hand of God to retrieve and two Winchesters to kill. I’m a very busy angel. Now if you’ll excuse me…”

He disappeared in a flash of light and the reappeared holding onto Dean.

“Dean, that’s not Cas!” Sam shouted.

Lucifer shrugged “Cats out.” Lucifer smirked and then blasted Dean away from him. Unwrapping the package in his hand he revealed an ancient piece of wood. He picked it up with a look of excitement and expectation but nothing happened.

Dean smirked, “Well, who’d have thought the Hand of God would turn out to be a one-hitter?” Dean asked.

As Lucifer was trying to make the piece work, Sam drew an angel banishing sigil out of his blood. And right when Lucifer looked over and realized what he was doing, he activated it banishing Lucifer from the premises.

You groaned, there was blood everywhere and you were barley holding onto consciousness. “Dean…” You suddenly felt a sharp pain. “Dean the baby! It’s coming!” You screamed out.

Dean ran over to your side. “Shit! Baby we can’t move you, you’re going to have to have the baby here.” His face was panicked.

8 hours later your beautiful baby girl came screaming into the world. Dean held her in his arms and look down with proud tears in his eyes.

“Let me hold her Dean.” You reached out and he placed her gently in your arms. You didn’t have much time left. You could feel yourself fading fast. “Hi there sweetheart, it’s mommy. I love you so much.” Tears started rolling down your face. Sam was currently trying to stop all the bleeding but you knew it was to late. “Sam, stop! Please! Promise me something Sam. You’re my best friend and I need you to promise me this. Take care of Dean. Make sure he is ok when I’m gone.”

He nodded sadly. “I love you (y/n) you were the greatest friend I could ever ask for”. He placed a kiss on your forehead.

Dean was panicking “No we can save you (y/n)! There has to be some way! I can’t lose you (y/n)! Without you I will be lost.” Tears fell from his eyes.

“Dean, it’s to late. I’m sorry.” Things were starting to get fuzzy. “Dean I love you. I love you so much. You can go on and you will. Just take care of our little Mary. I promise I will see you again someday.” A sob escaped you.

“Oh sweetheart, I love you too. Please don’t leave me. I need you, Mary needs you. Please don’t go!”

But it was to late, you were already gone.

Epilogue

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