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mycasandstarrs · 6 years

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SPN 01X01: “Pilot”

I’‘“cI personally believe (and know) that I have a bit of an issue with not knowing how much to share about myself, but I figured I’d tell y’all a bit about my history with the SPN Rewatch experience.

I actually participated in last year’s SPN Rewatch and had a lot of fun with it! I had originally wanted to liveblog it on here but chickened out at the last moment and ended up liveblogging it (so to speak) in my journals. When Hurricane Harvey hit, the Rewatch was the thing that kept me going and gave me a sense of stability.

I’m more than happy and excited to be doing this all over again, with the added bonus of liveblogging here on my blog! I’ve got a good chunk of time on my hands and I figured it would be good character development for me to do this publicly, so without further ado, here is my liveblogging of S1EP1 “Pilot”.

Lawrence, Kansas. 22 years ago.

“Come on, let’s say good night to your brother.” Mary’s first words on the show.

“’Night, Sam.” Dean’s first words.

“Hey Dean.” John’s first words.

They seemed like such a normal, happy, loving family. *cries*

I think the show does a great job of setting up Mary as a regular housewife and the Winchesters as an ordinary family; it made me believe at very first viewing that what happened to them next was just an unfortunate stroke of luck, as opposed to something that was in the works and destined for them for years, hell, decades.

(I’m noticing old, vintage wedding photos. Are they the wedding photos of John and Mary’s parents?)

“Sammy? Sammy!” Mary’s last words.

And there’s the scream of horror.

Oh, jesus christ. Nothing prepared me for that death and even now my stomach turns seeing Mary on the ceiling like that. RIP Mary Winchester.

“Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don’t look back! Now Dean, go!”

(Little baby Sammy was so cute.)

Our first (silent) title card!

Enter Jess. “Sam! get a move on! We were supposed to be there like 15 minutes ago. Are you coming or what?”

I don’t know the exact details of the night Sam left for Stanford (besides the blow out fight between Sam and John) but at some point Sam packed the photo of his parents and he has it out on display in his apartment. That’s incredibly sweet.

THERE’S OUR SAMMY!

Proud girlfriend Jess leads a toast to Sam and his LSAT score. (174!)

There’s a notable concern in Jess’ eyes when Sam tells them that his family doesn’t know about his stunning achievement. Did she ever ask about Sam’s family or did she ever plan to ask about them?? She seems like the type to let things go if someone asked her to, but eventually it had to be worrying her...like here.

“I’m proud of you. And you’re gonna knock ‘em dead on Monday and you’re gonna get that full ride. I know it.”

“What would I do without you?”

“Crash and burn.”

*screams in foreshadowing*

Jess was such a good and supportive girlfriend. Sensing that Sam didn’t have a good upbringing/home life, she really goes the extra mile to show her support for him, which I’m sure Sam deeply appreciated.

And there's my beloved Dean!

AWWW THOSE BABY VOICES.

Ah so, Jess knew Sam had a brother.

LMAO @ Sam for pulling the “Whatever you have to say to me, you can say it in front of her” card.

THEN he tries to fucking be a smartass when Dean tries to put it delicately. (”Dad hasn’t been home in a couple of days.”)

And finally, there’s the backfiring on Sam’s part when Dean says the now famous (and later paralleled) line:

I can see the Lucifer/Michael parallels as early as right here: Sam, rebellious and angry at the absent father vs Dean, dutiful and loyal to the absent father.

“You think mom would have wanted this for us?”

No, Sammy, she did not.

“I can’t do this alone.”

“Yeah, you can.”

“Yeah...well i don’t want to.”

Still true to this day.

The Impala’s arsenal! Still so awesome.

“Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?”

On first viewing, I immediately thought, “Dude, he looks old enough to be on his own” just as Dean said:

“I’m 26, dude.”

and that’s the exact moment I claimed him as my favorite.

Wow, 3 weeks? No wonder Dean was worried.

WHOA how did Sam have THAT KIND OF BLADE WITH HIM??

“Hey, everything’s gonna be ok. I promise.” Sam’s last words to Jess. Oh jesus, why.

I got fucking jumpscared by the show, goddamn it.

Welp, RIP Troy. I’d feel worse for him if he hadn’t tried to cheat on his girlfriend.

Real rich of Sam ragging on Dean about the credit card scams, when about 9 years later (S10) he offers to teach Claire about the very same thing. That’s A+ character development coming up.

“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”

(I think this is Dean’s first “Sammy” of the show, no?)

agH Netflix still hasn’t got the right music for this season. No AC/DC for me here. :(

I love seeing Sam’s ~shocked~ face at all the fake ids. What an innocent baby.

Posing as federal Marshals.

“You two are a little young for marshals, aren’t you?”

“Thanks, that’s awfully kind of you.”

LMAOO. I wish I can brush shit off like that. #goals.

That accurate display of sibling culture:

Now posing as Troy’s uncles. (Really? Uncles?)

Sam and Dean: “What do they talk about?” (That synch up!!!)

The first scene Jensen and Jared filmed together: the library research scene. :’)

1981. Constance Welch, 24 y.o, jumps off a bridge. An hour before the suicide she called 911 to report that her kids were dead in the bathtub. “Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it," said husband Joseph Welch.”

At the crime scene. A bro fight is a-brewin’.

“Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back.”

Them’s fightin’ words!

Wait about 11 years on that, Sam.

Dean is loyal to both absent parents.

And Sam didn’t even apologize for that! Dude, wth. (Tho Dean didn’t apologize for slamming him into the bridge, so I guess its even.)

There’s Constance.

“Who’s driving your car?”

*Dean holds up car keys*

lmao.

How fucking athletic of Sam to hold onto the side of the bridge, hot damn.

Then there’s poor Dean covered in mud.

“That Constance chick, what a BITCH.”

“You smell like a toilet.”

Sam picking his first lock on the show.

Just noticed that John had an area on the wall dedicated to “Deals and Demons”. ohohoho, hoo boy.

Monster of the Episode: Woman in white (Constance Welch.)

Oh there we go, Sam’s apologizing for what he said on the bridge.

“Hey, no chick flick moments.”

“All right, jerk.”

“Bitch.”

John had a photo of him and the boys. :’)

Oh, Sam’s listening to a voicemail left by Jess.

Welp, cops.

“So come home soon, okay? I love you.” Jess’ last words to Sam.

“So. Fake US Marshal. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?”

“My boobs.”

I fucking love S1!Dean. What a babe.

Dean, er, “Ted Nugent” is in “real trouble” here.

John’s journal. Unceremoniously dumped on the table in front of Dean.

“DEAN 35-111″

Joseph Welch.

Sam, now posing as a reporter.

Sam taking a plunge and telling Joseph about the Woman in White.

Welp, he got kicked out but he got the info he needed.

Out goes Dean, courtesy of Sam’s fake 911 call as a distraction.

“I’m taking you home.” OOOHHHH THAT ONE LINER THOO

Aaand he drives the Impala into the house.

Creepy ghost children.

Oh good lord. RIP Constance Welch, again and permanently.

They are the absolute cutest :)

Blackwater Ridge, Colorado.

Aww Dean. He got so used to having Sam around. :(

“I’ll take you home.” Makes me sad that S1!Sam’s “home” was a place without Dean and Dean knew it.

“You know, we made a hell of a team back there.”

Dean’s goodbye, because actually saying “goodbye” would hurt too much. (Or maybe he was trying to plant the seed of “come hunting with me” in Sam’s mind...)

Sam enters his apartment...goes into his bedroom (eating something too, maybe the cookies Jess was baking?)

And there it is. RIP Jessica Moore, died the exact same day and way that Mary died.

Ugh god, that instance when Dean looks up and sees Jess on the ceiling. That one tiny moment of shock, horror, and realization that that’s how his mother died too. Jesus, Jensen’s a good actor.

And then it’s straight to saving Sam.

One brother pulling the other brother away from his lover to save his life, at the cost of leaving the brother’s loved one behind. Totally won’t be repeated later on in the series...

Dean doesn’t even know what to say to Sam. I don’t blame him.

OOHHHH!!!!!!

And that’s the Pilot. One of my favorite Pilots of any of the tv shows that I watch, and a pretty good episode for Supernatural. I love revisiting the baby faces and voices of the brothers, and I love pointing out all the things that are gonna change for the brothers in upcoming seasons (from Sam’s disdain of credit card scams to Mary “not coming back”). Overall, an A+ episode for me.

#spn summer rewatch #spn liveblog #spn 1x01 #this was already so much fun #this also took about 3 hours to do #but it was 3 hours well spent tbh

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seenashwrite · 7 years

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3 words. Dean's daughter MacRyeleighaynnabeau

Nash Note: Well-played. I will see your Winchester-child-naming-nightmare, and raise you an SPN fanfic triple-cringe trifecta in return: Domestic. Baby. Fluff.

Call my fluff-bluff, have ye? [clears throat] Reader. Insert. Mommy.

Ooh, and - Sam. Gets. Dogs. I’m just sayin’, if we’re gonna get down, let’s get dooown, Mariana Trench this mother.

In summation: Nash. Does. Fluff. Y’all enjoy it. It ain’t likely to happen again.

Status: CompleteWord Count: 1.8KCategory: One-shot, Domestic Family Fluff, Husband Dean, Reader Insert Mommy, Sam Has DogsRating: Teen & UpCharacter(s): Dean, Sam, You, Newborn with a stupid name, Rando nursePairing(s): Dean + You, and there’s Sam Feels bonusWarnings: so sweet you’ll need a dentistAuthor’s Note: Post-storyOverall Summary: See above; See Nash Twitch

.A Fluff By Any Other Name.

Dean was waiting for Sam in the hallway.

“No flowers?”

“Uh, she hates flowers. Figured I’d ask what she wants for dinner, run get it.”

“Maybe I would’ve appreciated the flowers.”

“You know, I’m going to let this go, because you’ve had a long day, but not as long as hers, so—”

“Ask me.”

“Ask… what?”

“You know.”

“Dean, did you sneak some morphine, or whatever they’ve been—”

“Ask me what your niece’s name is. Actually, no - ask me what it’s not.”

His voice hadn’t ratcheted down to the deep-deep levels of pissed off - and, to be sure, there were several subtle variations Sam knew well, having been on the receiving end of all of them - but Dean was definitely serious, and had crossed his arms for good measure.

“I legit don’t know where you’re going with—-”

“The dogs. All your foster dogs. You took the good names.”

“Okay, now, that’s— I started volunteering way before she ever got pregnant, before you two even got serious, come to think of it. And I just chose a bunch of names that I thought of off the top of my—-”

“I picked up on that, yeah - around the time you used Jessie. And on that real jumpy, kinda twitchy one, which was extra weird. And was a boy.”

“Wait, wait - that was such a sweet dog, and besides - you really would’ve wanted to name your daughter after my dead fiancée?!”

“Oh, everybody’s dead, Sam!” Dean whisper-hissed. “And, no, not necessarily, but I do wonder what Jessica’d think about that…. about that…. what damn breed was that thing?”

“A mix.”

“Of?”

“A pooset and a corgat.”

“Sam. The hell.”

“A poodle-basset hound mix and a rat terrier-corgi mix shared a special hug—”

“So it’s a poocorgaset.”

Sam stared.

“Corsetpoogat.”

Sam brought a hand up, slowly rubbed his temples.

“Can I pull from the rest of the real names? I mean, ratbassgipoo is turning my crank.”

“But always the poo.”

“Of course always the poo, what the hell good does -dle do anybody?”

The nurse cleared her throat - she was leaning into the hallway, a leg and foot still in the room.

“We’re done. Everything’s looking good. She said for you guys to come on in, but if you’re in the middle of…..”

“No! No, not at all. Hey, and this is my little brother, Sam. Sammy, this is our nurse, she’s been here the whole time, basically delivered Macka… Mmmuh… my kid.”

She raised her eyebrows at that, but smiled, extending her hand and shaking the one offered, introducing herself as Dean slipped past them.

“Uncle Sam, huh?”

“Uh-huh…. oh god, I just now realized that!”

“Eh… could be worse.”

“Yeah?”

“You could have a name that your nurse had to re-write on the birth certificate five times - twice for misspells, then again because she ran out of room. Me. I’m that person. We’re talking about me, here.”

“What was the fourth? Since there was a fifth?”

“Oh, well, that one? Can’t take credit for - under ‘father’s name’, the proud papa got a case of the jitters and wrote your father’s name.”

“Jeez, I’m so… I’m so sorry…”

Sam would’ve sounded sincere if he hadn’t burst out laughing, but she immediately joined in. And though he didn’t know it at the time, he would be sincere with her many more times than not, and he’d be getting plenty of it in return. Starting that night, when he’d ask if she’d be interested in getting coffee sometime. She would be tips-to-toes sincere when saying she hoped to hear from him soon.

They’d still keep bursting into laughter, amongst and in between the sincere times, over a million different things through the years. There’d be the breath-stealing kind, prompted by the action of more amusing-than-scary hunts; the gasp-induced kind, stemming out of nervous relief over the hunts that weren’t; and her favorite, the bent-over, knotted-into-cramps kind, resulting from drunken Dean tales of hunts long past. And then his favorite, when the Winchester kids were raising hell, and there was nothing to do but laugh.

This time, this first time, after the birth of their niece, in the moment they’d met, would ultimately get ranked as the best, though it was followed closely by the tear-tinged round that erupted after another first, when they heard the justice of the peace say the words “husband and wife”.

But that’s another story.

For now, Sam closed the door quietly before tip-toeing to the bed, bending and giving you a kiss on the forehead. He glanced over to the bassinet and back.

“Nice work.”

“Work is right.”

Dean was seated in an armchair next to your bed, unlacing his boots, but paused and looked up at this, tacking on a clarification.

“Work is damn right.”

You winked in acknowledgment before speaking again.

“So listen, while I’ve got you both—-”

“We in trouble already?” Dean asked, changing his seat from the chair to the opposite side of the bed, perching near the end.

“—-I wanted to make sure you knew that I haven’t totally lost my marbles with the name, and I know that’s what you’re both thinking.”

Sam opened his mouth, ready to protest, but Dean just held up his hands in a sort-of surrender.

“Babe, I know I said I’d be fine with whatever you chose, but we ain’t lied to each other yet, and wow - it’s horrible.”

“I really wish you wouldn’t worry. It’s an old family name, and, I mean… we could squeak a nickname out of it… probably… you know how some of these Gaelic names are, it’s hard to tell how to pronounce them on sight.”

“So how’s it pronounced?” Sam asked.

“Get ready,” Dean muttered.

And Sam’s jaw dropped briefly as something largely incomprehensible - possibly worse than the name was on paper - came out of your mouth.

“Sis?”

“Bro?”

“That’s beyond horrible.”

“Yeah, it is. It is a vicious eyesore that she won’t be able to spell for who-knows-how-long, it makes ears bleed, and I’m a garbage parent for it, though I will point out her father was zero help.”

Now Dean’s jaw dropped, but clearly in faux offense.

“I resent that - ‘cause every name I said I liked….”

“….every name we agreed on, that we loved for her….”

“….was already a dog’s name.”

You and Dean turned your heads in unison, leveling looks at Sam.

“I can’t have taken up all of them—-”

“Mary.”

“Jane.”

“Which also took out Mary Jane.”

“Erica.”

“Charlotte.”

“Bobby, which took away ‘Bobbie’.”

“Sandra.”

Dean wrinkled his nose, prompting you to roll your eyes.

“Right, right - Sandy, and we even would’ve been fine with Anne.”

“I haven’t named any of them Sandra or Anne,” Sam pointed out.

“No, but you did name that fire-engine-red cocker spaniel, the one that wouldn’t stop crawling into my lap, Anna - which was a real cute move, by the way,” Dean shot back.

“We’d already 86′d Anna, on your request, and I still haven’t heard that whole story,” you said, jabbing a finger into Dean’s chest before jabbing it in the air at Sam.

“The one that really pissed me off? And I get to be pissed off because of the disaster that currently ismy—”

“Whoa!” Dean interjected.

You gave him brief but pointed side-eye before getting back to fussing at Sam.

“Millie. You took Millie. And she was an adorable dachshund, an absolute doll, but, I mean, come on.”

The tone of your voice had changed, leaving the realm of good-natured teasing and stepping into something akin to disappointment. It wasn’t lost on Sam, who looked to his shoes, swallowing. Then he let his gaze drift to the bassinet, keeping it there even as you went on, though now with gentle care.

“But I get it. We get it.”

“Get what?”

“That menagerie of furry fluff. Thinking they’re it. Only kids you’ll ever have.”

Sam was completely focused, spellbound by the rise-and-fall of the tiny, striped-blanket-bundle’s easy breaths.

Dean’s voice now, definitely deep, definitely serious, definitely one of the subtle variations Sam valued above all the rest, the slightly scolding one that hid a bottomless well of love.

“Can’t know the future, Sammy. I know sometimes we have, but…. nothing’s in stone. I sure as hell didn’t picture this for me. Ever.”

He nodded - it was true, just didn’t feel like it.

“And even if it was? Written in stone? Find another big-ass hammer, grenade launcher, whatever - lay waste, kiddo,” you added.

The baby suddenly jolted herself with a sneeze, causing a reciprocal jolt across her audience. She shifted a little, smacked her lips a few times, didn’t show the first indication of waking up, that anything in her brand new world was even slightly out-of-sorts. Her uncle briefly thought on the realization of how hard he’d fight to keep her in such a place as he brought his eyes back to her parents.

And was surprised to find them grinning.

“What?”

“Check out her bracelet,” Dean said.

Sam looked to you, received a nod.

“Go ahead. She won’t notice.”

She didn’t, but did get a hell of a grip on a finger of the hand that moved her arm, so he slid the bracelet around with a few fingers of his free hand. Sam fought his own grin as he tucked her arm back under the blanket. Well, mostly - he opted to leave her hand out, let the grip remain for as long as she was willing to hold on to him, then raised an eyebrow at his shoulder-shaking, snickering brother.

Dean kept it up as he edged to the head of the bed, scooting in next to you best he could in the cramped space, quieting only when he let his eyes close, no need to see as he tilted on his side, laced his fingers through yours like he’d done a million times before, the metal of matching angel-blessed bands briefly clinking.

“So your nurse… she was in on this?”

You shrugged.

“The father’s name - that part was 100% true.”

Eyes still closed, Dean briefly gave a thumbs-up, took your hand again, went back to his dozing.

You shook your head at him a little, though a smile was on your face as you went on.

“She’s the whole package, my man.”

Sam smiled, too.

“Yeah. I noticed that.”

“Thought you might.”

“Speaking of thoughts, what made you think of it? Not the prank, I mean—”

“Turns out, my great-grandmother had a nice, simple, easily pronounceable, no-brainer spelling, peach of a maiden name.”

“And the story on this middle name?”

“She’ll prove herself worthy.”

“Hardy-har-har.”

“It was the first name on both our lists…”

Even in the dim light, you saw his eyes go shiny.

“…and, we hedged our bets - figured even if you ran out of ideas, you’d never name one of your fluffs after yourself. Thought we’d do it for you.”

Author’s Note: If you genuinely liked this & kinda wanna re-blog it, but you don’t care for my snark as related to my deep-seated loathing of domesticated Winchesters, I made this into a legit, polished, proper, puppy gif included post that lives right HERE.

* ~ * The hell is this about? * ~ * See Nash REALLY Write * ~ *

ASKS FOR THIS ARE CLOSED…. I mean, unless it’s super-killer.

(And IF SO, no more “sweetheart”, as pleased as I am at that apparent Pavlovian response at the sight of my name.)

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super-not-naturall · 7 years

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Dine and Dash

SPN Fanfic

-In an attempt to find a connection, Y/N and Sam have a conversation over lunch but run into some trouble along the way.-

(Eventual) SamxReader

2,706 Words

Warnings: Canon Supernatural violence, some jealousy, a mean waitress, some judging of John Winchester’s parental capabilities.

A/N: This is part 5 of Poisonous Soul! I cannot believe I’ve already posted 4 parts to this story. It’s insane the amount of love and support I’ve been given by you guys and I just want you to know that it does not go unseen. I see you every time you like something, or reblog it, or add a tag or comment - and I am so thankful for each and every one of you. (Okay, I’m done being an emotional mess.) As always, feedback is appreciated!

*I do not own any supernatural character and/or gifs I use

The drive to the Diner is filled with comfortable silence as Sam focuses on the street signs. Classic rock floats through the car’s speakers at a low volume and every once in a while, Sam will speak up to get further directions.

“Is this it?” His voice pulls my eyes away from the passing trees to the small diner sitting on the corner of the street.

“Yeah, this is it.”

Brother’s Diner is quiet today, there are only two other cars in the parking lot and none of them from this century. Dean’s Impala fits in nicely.

The bell rings above my head as I open the door, signaling mine and Sam’s entrance to the waitress.

A woman diverts her attention from an elderly couple and gives us a wide smile, “You can sit wherever you’d like, sweetheart.”

Her gaze lingers on Sam longer than I’d like, and I begin to wonder if the sweetheart was for him or me.

Grabbing Sam’s elbow, I lead him to a small booth on the other side of the dining room where we would have a little bit of privacy.

“Is it always this empty?”

I shrug my shoulders and slide into the booth, ignoring how the lumpy cushion beneath me does nothing to make my seat more comfortable.

“I don’t come very often.” I reply, picking a menu up off the table, “I’m usually too busy with school and work.”

I scan through the lunch options, but the only thing that sounds good to me right now is a plate of French fries.

“Hi, my name is Kathy, and I’ll be serving you today.” The waitress’ chipper voice announces from beside me. “What can I start you off with today?”

I look up to find that her eyes are focused on Sam who is still looking through the laminated menu in front of him.

“Sam?” I prompt, giving his leg a slight nudge from underneath the table.

He glances up and gives the waitress the most adorable smile I have ever seen, “Uh, sorry. I’ll just have a water for right now.”

I wish I could roll me eyes at the way Kathy is swooning, but seeing Sam flustered is cute as all hell and I’m practically melting into the cracked, pleather seat across from him.

“What about you, Y/N?” Sam asks, obviously trying to take the attention away from him.

“Oh, I’ll have a Mountain Dew.” I smile at Kathy, but I don’t get as nice of a look as Sam did.

She sashays away from our table, obviously putting more sway in her hips than I would think is comfortable.

“So tell me about yourself.”

“What?” I turn my attention back to the beautiful man in front of me.

Sam is smirking, seemingly amused with the way I can’t focus on anything for more than two seconds.

“Tell me your story. I figure the best way to find some type of connection is to see if any part of our lives matches up.”

“That makes sense,” I nod, trying not to laugh at how this feels like an awkward first date. “Well, my life is really boring. I grew up in a small town in upstate New York where the cows outnumber the people. Went to the same high school with all the same people, graduated and haven’t spoken to them since.” I pick at the nail polish on my thumb while trying to think of something more to say, “Uhh, my parents are still together, living their happily ever after as a maintenance supervisor and a social worker.”

“Social worker?” Sam saves me from trying to think of something else to add to my uneventful life, “Is that why you’re getting your social work degree?”

“Partly.” I shrug, “I mean, I guess it was probably a huge factor on how I was raised and how I turned out, but even if my mom was a plumber, I think I’d still feel this huge need to help others.”

Sam’s lips curl up into a bright smile, “I understand that. A lot of what Dean and I do is to help people.”

I open my mouth to respond, but am interrupted by the clanging of glasses as Kathy sets down our drinks, followed by a not-so-subtle glare in my direction.

“So what can I get for you, Sammy?” Kathy twirls her black locks around her finger and pouts her lips slightly.

Sam clears his throat, looking as awkward as I’m feeling right now. “It’s Sam,” He informs her with a tight smile, “and I’ll just get a salad.”

“What type of dressing?” She leans in forward, making sure to give Sam every opportunity to stare at her chest.

If there wasn’t a small pit in my stomach filled with jealousy, I might be laughing at the ridiculousness of our situation.

“Doesn’t matter,” He says, clearly looking uncomfortable.

“I’d like the chicken tenders and French fries with honey mustard sauce,” I say, trying to distract her from Sam for a couple seconds. “And make sure there are a lot of fries; I love fries.”

Her blue eyes assess me for a second before muttering, “Obviously.”

I feel my jaw physically drop as she walks away from our table.

“Well, she’s not getting a tip,” Sam speaks up, his eyes shining a tiny bit brighter than normal.

There’s a silent beat between us before we both crack up laughing.

It takes a couple minutes for us to settle down, and I have to wipe the tears from my eyes before saying anything else.

“Does this happen to you often?” I ask, looking towards the waitress who is now leaning against the counter giving me the stink eye.

“What? Rude waitresses?” Sam takes a sip of his coffee and shrugs, “Doesn’t it happen to everybody?”

“That’s not what I meant, Sammy,” I smirk, but he just rolls his eyes in response.

“It happens sometimes, I guess.” He rubs the back of his neck, looking a bit uncomfortable again. I can’t help but find that sheepish grin of his so damn attractive, making me wonder if I’m just as bad as the waitress.

I decide to save Sam the embarrassment and steer the conversation away from the waitress ogling him from afar.

“So what about you? What’s your story, Sam Winchester?” I stir the ice in my drink; a habit I formed when I was younger and haven’t been able to shake. Whenever someone sets a cup down in front of me, my hands instantly go to the straw for something to play with; it’s probably a bit unsanitary if I’m being honest with myself.

“I was born in Kansas, but I don’t remember much of it. Our mom was killed when I was a baby and Dad became obsessed with finding the thing that killed her, so Dean and I grew up hunting.” Sam had mentioned before that he had been raised as a hunter, but he never went into detail; not like this.

“It was too dangerous to settle down somewhere, so we practically lived in cheap motels and the Impala.” Sam lets out a bitter laugh and shakes his head. He clenches his jaw and swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

I hesitantly reach out and place my hand over his; when he doesn’t pull away, I let my fingers intertwine with his.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I say with a grimace, trying to imagine what it would be like not having a stable place to live. I’ve lived in the same house for 21 years, my parents always providing me with a safe place to stay and food to eat; I couldn’t even begin to understand what Sam went through as a child.

He gives me a sad smile and shrugs, “It wasn’t all bad; I had Dean. He basically raised me, actually.”

But he shouldn’t have had to, I want to say, but I just nod and take a sip of my soda.

I don’t know Sam well enough to start pointing fingers at his father, especially when I don’t know the whole story.

I look towards the jealous waitress in search of our food but find that she isn’t anywhere in sight. Instead, a lanky redhead stands in her place, blowing a pink bubble and keeping her eyes trained on our table.

I want to believe that maybe this new waitress has taken over Kathy’s tables and is scoping out her customers, but her stare is too intense and I’ve learned not to ignore the feeling in my gut.

“Sam,” I turn to the hunter and smile as if nothing is wrong, “that waitress is freaking me out.”

He doesn’t even glance in her direction, just nods.

“I noticed her too,” He informs me, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a twenty-dollar bill, “I think it’s time to leave.”

He leaves the money on the table and begins scooting out of the booth, but before he can stand to his full height, the redhead is there.

“Leaving so soon, sugar?” She has a thick, southern drawl and is smiling just a bit too much to be normal.

“My friend is sick.” He points at me, not too far off from the truth.

My chest is tight and my stomach is twisted in knots; I may actually end up vomiting on the tile floor.

She wouldn’t attack us in front of other people, would she?

Her cherry red lips curl into a smile that does more to set me on edge than comfort me.

I look back over to Sam whose jaw is set tight in defiance, his body rigid and yet ready to pounce at the first sign of danger.

Her eyes dart between Sam and me, seemingly weighing her options in her mind: let us go or attack.

Her decision is made as the black in her pupils bleed out, spreading to make even the whites of her eyes the same color as tar.

She reaches her hand out as if to touch me, but Sam is on her, already anticipating her actions.

The patrons of the diner turn their heads in time to see the red-headed demon rake her nails across Sam’s face, breaking open the skin and drawing blood.

Sam’s lips lift slightly as he lets out a snarl, drawing a blade out of his pocket and lunging toward her.

Her high-pitched laugh fills the diner as she flicks her hand, sending Sam flying into a booth across the way.

The wooden tabletop snaps in half from the force of his body landing, producing a loud crack.

Sounds begin surrounding me: silverware clattering, screams, chairs hitting the floor, the bell ding-ding-dinging as innocents flee the scene, and yet I’m frozen in place.

“Did you really think you could beat me, Winchester?” The demon asks in an amused tone, “You? A human?” She barks out another laugh; I flinch at the sound.

Sam grunts, trying to fight whatever invisible force is pinning him to the ground. “What is this about?” He asks her, “Why are you here?”

“Oh, me?” She points to herself, strutting closer to him with a smile, “I’m just here for observation. Technically, Azazel said I shouldn’t come, but I’ve always been a rebel.”

Something flashes in the corner of my eye, dragging my attention away from the disaster unfolding before me and to a small, metal flask on the floor. The silver glints in the light, showcasing an engraved cross on the front of it.

Did that fall out of Sam’s pocket?

I bite my lip, looking back over to where the demon has Sam still under her control.

Will she notice me if I move?

I watch as she crushes the air in her fist, but Sam let’s out a guttural scream, sending all hesitation out the window.

Either she doesn’t notice me or doesn’t see me as a big enough threat to waste her time on, because I’ve got the flask in my hand and am unscrewing the cap.

I look inside, but it just looks like water to me.

What the hell, Sam?

Maybe the water will cause enough distraction that Sam can do something. . .

Fuck it, there’s nothing left to lose.

I face the demon, who has her back to me, and splash the water on her.

Smoke fills the air as if I’ve burned her with acid; she lets out a shrill scream and turns in my direction. I suddenly wonder if I may have made the wrong decision.

What the hell is in that water?

“YOU BITCH!” She snarls, but I just whip more water at her, hoping the first time wasn’t a fluke.

More smoke and screaming, this time I hear Sam reciting something in Latin from behind her.

She looks like a wild animal with her teeth bared and eyes wide; whatever Sam is doing must be working because she shudders and falls to her knees.

“WAIT!” She yells, turning her head to Sam, “I have information-”

Sam’s hazel eyes lift to meet mine, questioning whether he should continue or not.

I widen my eyes and hold up my hands in a gesture I hope translates to Don’t look at me, what do I know about this shit?

“What information?” His eyes drift back to the demon, stopping whatever Latin voodoo magic he was performing on her.

“I know what she is,” She gasps, looking towards me. “I know what she is to you.”

My heart stops.

This is it. This is proof.

This wasn’t a mistake. They don’t have the wrong girl.

I can’t hide anymore.

“What do you mean?” I speak up, earning a warning glance from Sam.

I ignore the bitch-face he is directing towards me and step forward, “What do I have to do with any of this?”

Her lips turn up in a cool smile, “What don’t you have to do with this?” She asks me, “You’re the most important pawn in this game . . .”

Sirens echo from outside, getting louder by the second.

Sam and I look at each other with matching panicked expressions; I cannot get arrested.

I’m about to say something along the lines of Hey, let’s get out of here before we get our asses thrown in jail for assault when the demon’s head tilts back at a sickening angle.

She opens her mouth wider than I would think is humanly possible, and I watch as thick, black, smoke forces itself from her body and toward the ceiling.

A soft thud pulls my attention to the waitress who slumped forward after expelling the last of the smoke, and has landed on her stomach.

“Sam?” I look up at him with wide eyes, worried that we might have just witnessed this woman’s murder.

Without saying a word, he crouches down and puts his fingers to her throat. His bangs obstruct my view of his face, but his body seems to relax just the tiniest bit before looking up at me and saying, “She’s still alive.”

Within seconds, he’s standing and his long legs are crossing the distance between us.

“We need to go. Now.” His hand takes mine and he leads me out of the diner and to the Impala, but I practically have to run to catch up with his stride.

It’s only after we have sped out of the parking lot and made it a safe distance away from the diner that I feel safe enough to speak up.

“Sam?” I ask him quietly, wary of the way his jaw is locked tight; barely resembling the soft and kind man who had sat in my room and held my hand earlier.

I reach out and softly touch his shoulder. He looks over at me in surprise, but I think I may be even more shocked than he is at my act. I have no clue what’s possessed me to do that, but for some reason, it just feels . . . right.

His features soften and he gives me a small smile, “Yeah, Y/N?”

I open my mouth to say something, but I’m not sure what I could say right now that could fully explain everything I’m feeling.

I’m exhausted, scared, relieved, confused, and somewhere inside of me, there’s excitement as well.

I don’t tell him this, though. Instead, I just say the first thing that pops into my head.

“We never got those French fries.”

-Part 6-

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All is fair in love and babies.

Sam x Reader

Warnings: ANGST; Implied smut; pregnancy; violence; normal Spn stuff; self-esteem issues; slight AU, BOBBY IS STILL ALIVE. I REPEAT BOBBY NEVER DIED HE’S STILL LIVING IN THIS FIC, this is also very long and might be a part one to a series.

Summary: Reader is pregnant, doesn't know how to deal and Dean isn't really helping.

Your POV

You stood in the empty bunker, seconds after you watched the Impala speed down the road with your best friend and your boyfriend in it. They were headed to a small town around two hours away for what seems like a salt and burn. You sighed with relief as you realized that they weren't going to be back for a few hours. You rushed to the bathroom quickly pulling out the pregnancy test from behind the toilet, opening the box with a shaky breath. You quickly pulled the stick out and did as the instructions said. You started pacing around the bathroom, starting to slip into deep thought.

Sam won't want this baby.

But he won't kick me out.

So you're going to force this on him, ruin his life?

No of course not, but where would I go? What would I do? Dean will help me.

Dean? Dean will help you? Dean has always hated the idea of an apple pie life, let alone a fucking child!

Dads. I'll go to dads if Sam doesn't want it; me.

You should just leave now, he's to good of a man to tell you to leave. They're gone for hours, you could split.

It's not fair to leave without giving him a choice-

You were interrupted by the loud slam of your phones alarm going off. Breathing heavily you slowly pick up the stick, praying that you're not pregnant, that it's a stomach virus and you're just stressed from hunting. You look at the stick and your knees go weak. You slump on the floor, looking at the two pink lines on the stick. Once you come to your senses you hide the box the stick came in at the bottom of the garbage, and take the positive result and hide it underneath your mattress.

You busied yourself in the kitchen, making a home cooked meal for the boys so you could put the mood just right. You had brightened up about the whole situation with Sam, he loves you, and you love him, it will work out. Although, you would be lying if you said the thought would be creeping in your head about Sam not wanting it, or you. You began cutting the lettuce for the salad you knew Sam would want and your phone began to ring, a normal thing for Sam to do on his way back from a hunt. He would talk to you, or he would simply sleep, it always comforted you and he knew that. You didn't stay back often but when you did you constantly worried to death. He began to talk about how easy it was and you began to talk about dinner. You were making steak, you were lucky the bunker was stocked with food.

Two hours later you heard Sam and Dean came bursting through the bunker door. Dean was completely clean but Sam looked like he had taken a mud bath. Sam grinned wildly and began to race towards you. You screamed and ran, “Dean, stop him!” Suddenly Dean stopped laughing and smirked running towards Sam.

“Dean, you're supposed to be on my side!” Sam protested as Dean grabbed him. You laughed and winked at Dean.

“'I make the delicious food around here, babe, so he's on my side. Now go shower!” You kissed him and Dean groaned. “Relax Dean, or I'll be eating your steak too!” Dean perked up at the sound of steak, it wasn't often you cooked it but when you did, god it was almost as good as the burgers you made. Sam pushed Dean away and gave you a smile heading to the bathroom to shower. You looked at Dean seriously and drug him to the garage by his shirt. Dean looked at you concern filling his entire face.

“Dean,” you started and tears welling up in your eyes, saying it out loud would be different, it would make it real.

“Y/n, come on sweetie, you're family you can tell me anything,” he brushed away a small tear and you sighed deeply. I am family. And this baby is too. You grabbed his hand and put it on your stomach, letting out a choked back sob. Dean inhaled sharply, immediately getting the hint.

“'Oh god y/n! What're- are you- you're- oh my god what're you going to do? What are we going to do?” He spoke quietly, taking his hand off of your stomach and rubbing his face. You started to sob loudly and you began to pace. You didn't know, you had no idea. “Y/n a baby isn't meant for this life! For fucks sake Y/n you're not meant for this life! Let alone a miniature you! God dammit Y/n! Aren't you using fucking protection!?” You looked at him shocked, your best friend, your brother, yelling at you for what? Telling you things you didn't already know. You knew you weren't a good hunter, luck had only been on your side a few times, you knew that bringing a baby in this world wasn't right.

“You’re right Dean,” you started and his anger quickly faded into guilt, he didn't mean it, or did he? “'I will figure this out, but you, if you fucking tell Sam before I get the chance, I will put I bullet in you and make sure you don't come back!” you yelled, anger quickly taking over from the sadness. You ran inside, not giving him the chance to say anything. The steaks were going to burn. You sat in silence for awhile except for one of Deans comments stupid things people had done in the heat of the moment. You got the hint, but Sam was just confused. You had barely eaten anything by the time both of the boys were done eating.

“Y/n, baby you should eat more than that. Are you feeling okay?” Sam asked grabbing your hand and simotaniously bringing a hand to your forehead.

“'Yeah, Y/n, don't you think you should eat more,” Dean said pointedly, and raised his eyebrows. You sighed and began to pick up their plates.

“I’m fine Sammy, I've been picking st the food since I began cooking it,” you smiled, but it immediately turned into a frown as soon as Dean got up and took the plates from your hands. You gave Sam a kiss, telling him you were heading to bed. Once you got into your shared room you kept thinking about the tiny human growing in your stomach. You began to cry again because you knew what Dean had said was right. You kept thinking about how unfair it was to bring a baby into this world. He was right. You're not meant for this, neither is this baby.

The next three days went by slowly, Dena making small comments, that you knew he was trying to push you into telling Sam. You were trying to wait for them to have a new case so you could leave but it just wasn't happening. Dean was making a point to take a break, eventually you were getting fed up with Dean. When Sam went to shower you confronted Dean in the library.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing, Winchester? You need to shut your god damn mouth! I am trying to take my time! If you felt sick at the thought of your niece or nephew being into a world like this, think about Sam! For fucks sake shut your mouth, and give me time! Go on a hunt! Let me prepare!” You whisper yelled. You were so cranky lately. You couldn't help it. Dean looked dumbfounded, although he recovered smoothly.

“You know what, Y/n? You're bringing a fucking child into this and the longer you wait the longer this becomes more of a problem. Get it to-fucking-gether! It's not just your baby, he needs to know. He needs to have an option before it's to late!” He rose his voice at the end, and you gasped. He immediately tried to take it back, “Y/nn wait- That's not what I meant-” but it was too late, you slapped him across the face and stormed to your room. You slammed your door and not sixty seconds later you heard a knock on the door.

“Y/n baby, it's Sam, let me in,” he spoke lowly and you got up and unlocked the door. You sat back down in the bed and he followed you. You crawled into his lap and curled up, probably the last time you would do that. You knew you had to leave, you knew it. He slowly ran his fingers through your hair.

“You know I love you, right? That'll never change, whatever's wrong or whatever's wrong with you and Dean, you can tell me,” he spoke softly, continuing to soothe you and your tears. At this point you were crying because you knew this was goodbye. You straddled him and smiled weakly at him, taking his head in between your hands.

“Sam Winchester, I love you with my soul, it belongs to you, that will never change,” you kissed his softly, “it’ll be okay.” He gently kissed you again, bringing his arms around your waist, getting needier with each kiss. You knew this would be the last time you got to really feel him, so you let it continue, you let him love you, knowing you would be gone in the morning.

When you knew Sam was asleep, you very quietly started to go to your own room, a room you hadn't slept in for over a year. Your stuff had stayed in the room because Sam’s was to small to hold all of your stuff too, and you basically slept in Sam’s stuff or nothing at all. When it was all packed and you were ready to go, you went back into your shared room with Sam and you grabbed three of Sams shirts. When he stirred, you froze, holding your breath. When he didn't get up, you made your way to the door, knowing there was a note on the war room, you knew they wouldn't panic comepletely. You walked out the door, taking a car from the garage heading to your dads.

SAMS POV

I woke up and reached over for Y/n but she wasn't there. I knew something was off because she's never up before me, so I investigated and looked all over the bunker, finding a note in the war room. i read the note over and over. She's gone. She gone. I clutched my chest and started to breathe heavily. She's gone. Gone. No! No she can't be! I ran to Deans room, pounding on the door.

“Dean! Get up man! Y/n’s gone!” I screamed through the door, and he opened it, panic written on his face, with guilt? He pushed past me and ran to our room then hers. He muttered something and I was confused.

“What?” I said with a voice so angry I couldn't recognize it.

“'I didn't mean for this to happen! I fucked up! I’m so stupid!” Dean went on and I froze.

“What the hell are you talking about, Dean? What did you do?” I questioned moving closer to him.

“Y/n, I was so mean! Oh god! For fucks sake I did this!” Dean slammed his hand against the wall, and I still stood there. What was going on, is this why Dean had been acting so weird?

“What the fuck is going on? Do you know why she left?” I pushed him against the wall, waiting for an answer.

“Yes! Me! She's- she pregnant and I-I reacted horribly! Fuck! She needed me!” Dean slammed his fist into the wall again, I was in shock.

“She’s pregnant? She left- and she's- she is carrying my child? What the fuck did you say to her?” I screamed getting angrier, I love her, I knew she had problems with believing that I did, but leaving when she was having my baby? Dean must have really fucked up.

“'Oh god we argued yesterday, she was so scared to tell you and I yelled at her and told her she needed to tell you! Told her you needed to have the option!” I cut Dean off with a strike to the face, I punched him again, and again. i was seeing red.

“An option? A fucking option,” I punched him harder, “you think I don't want a child with the love of my life!” I punched him again and again. I heard him whisper something but I ignored it until I felt two strong hands grab me by my shoulders and pull me back. Cas. I growled and watched Dean as he spit blood. Cas put two fingers to both of our heads and my hands no longer ached and Deans face was no longer bleeding and black.

“Cas, find Y/n, bring her back!” I scream at the angel, for him to bring my angel back to me.

“'No, I will not. Y/n and your children will be fine. You are meant to solve this in your own ways, have faith Sam.” Cas spoke solemnly before disappearing.

“Children?” I muttered.

Y/n’s POV

I pulled up to my dads salvage yard and parked the random car stolen off of some sap. I had switched cars several times to make sure Sam and Dean weren't following me. I hadn't told my dad that I was coming home because I knew he might tell them if I had called. I walked up to the door and knocked once, then paused, nine times, then paused, six times, then paused, seven. It was your code for when you were in trouble, 1967. We had always used that when we were in a tough spot. You start to remember texting him once after being followed by a demon to meet you at 1967 Demon Trail. You smiled to yourself, but broke into sobs when your dad answered the door.

“Daddy,” you cried out, him wrapping around you and you let him hold you while you sobbed.

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Until The End Of Time

fanfic writer: MaximumKillshot

Warnings: OK this is what I call, SUPER FLUFF… It is semi lethal at times… I figured that a Monday needs a little !Pregnant ReaderX!Daddy Dean love.

A/N: This is a concept that I came up with months ago and then I had A brain storm a few days ago and this beautiful rainbow popped out! Posted this Monday by request of @kawaiilivkitty. Enjoy the fluff!!

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It was dark in the bunker. At least in this part… Dean was sleeping comfortably in his room when he felt something that he hasn’t felt in a while. He didn’t feel your familiar warmth next to him. When Dean rolled out of bed he wondered if you had gone to the bathroom or something, then he heard a dull thumping sound.

When Dean looked at the clock it was 4:00am. Dean went to see what was wrong. He grabbed his gun and slowly opened the door, his wedding ring shining slightly in the dim light of the hall.

Dean went to the bathroom to see if you were there and you weren’t. Then he checked the kitchen and you weren’t there either. He started to hear the thumping louder and louder until he saw the light from the firing range on. And the thumping was no longer thumping, it was preceded by what sounded like a bone being gnawed and Then a loud thwack!. It was repeated a few times.

Dean cautiously approached the door and flung it open to find you drawing a bow with an arrow already loaded and then releasing it at the target with deadly percision, going directly through the head for the now joining the other arrows from your quiver in the target. “I was waiting for you to get up, I got out the 100lb for you, if you wanna join” you said with a smile as you grabbed your tummy wincing a bit.

“ what’s wrong, are you in pain, did your water break? Is the baby ok?” asked Dean, holstering his weapon and practically running toward you.

“Nothing, nothing, the baby’s been using me as a punching bag for the last two hours is all” you said laughing, earning another kick from the baby directly to your lung.

Where’s the hotspot now?“” asked Dean as he knelt down and kissed your belly. Ever since the 7 month mark this baby’s been kicking up a storm. Marry laughed when you told her because Dean used to do that to her all of the time. Any time of day, any day of the week.

“Well last kick landed to my left lung, the one before that was the liver, but tonight she’s been favoring the intestines and bladder, which is oh so fun” you said sarcastically as the baby gave you another one right to the lower intestine.

“She’s gonna come out with boxing gloves” he said laughing as he felt around your upper belly, feeling the baby kick yet again. “Man she’s hitting hard! You craving anything, need me to go out and get something for you?” said Dean to your belly. He then put his ear up to listen to the belly. You’re about to pop so you can sometimes hear the baby sloshing around in there and even see a foot or a hand through your tummy.

Then Dean looked up at you with his emerald green eyes and shruged and said “I’m getting nothing baby”.

You started laughing at how cute Dean turning into a dad turned out to be. He was enjoying every minute of it. Even the kicks to The back or stomach that the baby gives him through your belly while he’s sleeping.

“Hey babe are your feet hurting? Your legs are getting swollen” stated Dean as he looked concerned at your swollen bare feet. They had been like this for the past few weeks, anymore than 15 minutes on them and they turn into Macy’s Day Floats. Well at least that’s what people tell you, you haven’t been able to see the damn things since month 5. You can’t even shave anymore, Dean has to do it. Which he doesn’t mind because he still thinks your sexy, gorgeous, and a complete badass. While you think that you look like a beached beluga whale.

“Hun?” asked Dean, bringing you back to reality. “Hmm, what was that babe, sorry I just zoned a bit” you responded. “Do your feet hurt?, they’re really swollen” said Dean now lightly touching your right ankle, which is turning the ever terrifying reddish blue with blood rushing to it.

“ a bit I guess, I’ve been distracted by your daughters impersonation of Layla Ali" you said chuckling. “Well let’s sit you down, you’ve been up for 2 hours, you hungry baby?” said Dean as he took the bow out of your hand and grabbed the quiver. “ no not really, the baby’s kicking my intestines and it makes me wanna puke a bit..” you said, now realizing how bad your feet actually do hurt.

Dean had to help you down the hall and to the entertainment room. This pregnancy has been hard on you. For starters you didn’t stop puking until about two weeks ago. The doctor said was because you were full of extra hormones and that if your mom was the same way, it’s most likely hereditary.

As you sat on the couch, you felt the blood rushing back to your body and you let out an audible sigh. Dean then put out his arm so that you could lay on his chest and watch tv.

Dean had his hand laying on your belly monitoring the fully active baby in your womb and man was she kicking hard. It was to the point that you were wincing in pain so Dean got up and got you a pillow, then sat on the floor next to your belly and rolled your night shirt up so that your belly was exposed.

“Hey Jody, calm down baby girl, your giving your momma a lot of pain.” said Dean as he rubbed your belly. The baby kicked in return at exactly where Dean’s hand was, visibly lifting it. “I know your awake and I know that you want to come out to meet us but it’s gonna be a few more months, okay sweetheart?” Said Dean trying to sooth the baby as much as possible.The baby then reached out a hand just above Dean’s.

You looked at Dean, already being such a dad and semi-negotiating with his daughter to relax and you smiled.

Dean looked up to you and said “what?”

“Nothing, you are just already so good with her” you replied.

“ Well believe it or not, Sammy used to kick up a storm at night specifically. I remember seeing my dad trying to negotiate with Sam. It never worked but when I asked to try, Sammy always listened to me. I’d rub my mom’s belly and talk to him about all of the games we were going to play when he got old enough, how many adventures we were going to have, how no one could separate us and how I’ll always protect him… It was almost like he knew that we’d have only each other at one point so he trusted me only.” Said Dean as he looked at your belly and the still active baby. You could see a tiny bit of worry in his eyes.

You grabbed Dean’s hand reassuringly saying “Well now this time around it’s not just going to be you and the baby, alone. We are a team. She has her mommy, daddy, Uncle Sam, and Uncle Cas to protect her. And tons of other angels looking out for her like her Uncle Bobby, Uncle Rufus, Uncle Kevin. Never worry about her turning out with your responsibilities or with you turning into your dad, we have an army to make sure that doesn’t happen Dean”.

The baby started to kick harder again, almost signaling to change the topic and Dean smiled, “Why are you still kicking up a storm Jody?” said Dean as he rubbed your belly again.

“Dean she’s not gonna relax” you said as she kicked forcefully again and then Dean started to sing to her and you immediately realized the tune as you first dance as husband and wife with Dean, “Love Will Keep Us Alive” by The Eagles:

click here for the song

“I was standing All alone against the world outside You were searching For a place to hide Lost and lonely Now you’ve given me the will to survive When we’re hungry, love will keep us alive”

Then you began to feel the baby relax a bit, still kicking but not as hard.

“Don’t you worry Sometimes you’ve just gotta let it ride The world is changing Right before your eyes Now I’ve found you There’s no more emptiness inside When we’re hungry, love will keep us alive”

You started to tear up as he gently rubbed your belly, lulling the baby to sleep with his smooth and calming voice.

“I would die for you Climb the highest mountain Baby, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do”

Dean’s other hand came up and wiped away your tears.

“I was standing All alone against the world outside You were searching For a place to hide Lost and lonely Now you’ve given me the will to survive When we’re hungry, love will keep us alive When we’re hungry, love will keep us alive When we’re hungry, love will keep us alive”

By the end of the song the baby way quieted down and you were trying your hardest to not fully burst out into tears and Dean whispered, “What’s wrong baby?”

You replied with “I could never find a better song to describe you, Dean Winchester. I love you so much”

Dean kissed you on the forehead and said “and I love the both of you, with all of my heart until the end of time”.

When you made a move to get up Dean stopped you and said “Nope don’t do that, the baby will get up with the vibration of your feet hitting the floor, I got you”.

Dean then picked you up bridal style and brought you back to bed and as he got into bed you whispered, “How did you know to sing?, Sammy?”

Dean responded with “Nope, whenever you’re having a bad nightmare I sing to you to get you out of it. I figured what mommy likes, the baby’s gotta like too. If it’ll calm you, it’ll calm her”.

You then smiled up at your husband and he said “what?” with a little chuckle.

And you replied with, “I’m just wondering how I got so lucky”

“Funny, because that’s exactly what I think about you two everyday” Said Dean as he kissed you and guided you to your favorite spot to sleep, with your head resting right on his chest, where you can hear the heartbeat of the man that you love, and will continue to love until the end of time.

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SPN Advent Calendar - Day 25

I love you

Day: 25 Giftee: @j2mforlife Prompt: Candlelight Pairing: Dean Winchester / Castiel Warnings: too much fluff Word Count: 1.200 Summary: Dean finally wants to admit his feeling to Castiel. Turns out the angel has to say something to him as well. Link (if posted on AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/21958300

Dean is a bit nervous, this is his first real Christmas and he doesn’t think he knows how to handle it. Well okay, there had been some nice Christmas as kid, when his Mum was still alive, but he can’t remember those.

He also has a very special present for… someone and Dean isn’t sure it would actually work. He swallows and nods to himself. Okay he could do this.

The door to his Dean cave opens and for a tiny moment Dean thinks that it’s Castiel. Instead his big moose of a brother steps in, a soft smile on his face. Dean sits down on the ground from where he was setting up the tree and tries to smile back.

“So bad, huh?” Sam asks and Dean nods. He and Sammy had already exchanged their gifts this morning after breakfast, because Sam will see Eileen later and Dean has… plans.

He had gotten Sam a new laptop and even a few books he knew Sam liked. It was rather cute actually how happy Sam had been about those present. Dean had gotten a few new mixtapes from Led Zeppelin and even Metallica, together with new polish for his Baby.

“I mean a lot could go wrong.” Dean finally says and Sam shakes his head. He doesn’t seem nervous or worried about this at all. Then again, Sam wouldn’t lose his best friend if this goes wrong.

“Yeah like what? He not loving you back?” Sam snorts and Dean glares at his brother. He is glad that he and Castiel are talking again, after the big fight in the last month. Right now Castiel even smiles again and they started to watch movies together again.

There are no words for what Dean had felt, when Castiel had left him. Because for the first times it wasn’t that he had to leave, no. He had chosen to leave Dean and that hurt more than anything ever could.

Dean had apologized for his stupid words and while he knows that nothing can take his words back, he is glad that Castiel accepted his stutterd apology. Not that Dean really deserved that.

“For example.” Dean says and Sam’s eyes widen at that. Dean’s voice had been too soft, almost shaking and Sam walks over to him, kneeling down in front of Dean, even putting a hand on his shoulder.

“I was joking. Dean, seriously I’m sure that Castiel will be very happy with your present. He is making heart eyes at you for years by now.” Sam says and he sounds earnest. Dean tries to nod, it feels more like a shrug.

“I hope you are right.” Dean says and at least he can admit that he had been aware that Castiel sometimes stares at him. In the beginning he had thought, Castiel was just this weird, but then he’d noticed that Castiel never did that with Sam or Bobby. Only with him.

Dean’s ears grow hot at the thought.

“Not that you’ve been better with your own heart eyes.” Sam says grinning and Dean huffs. What a nerve!

“Shut up.” Dean replies and he gets up so he can finish decorating the tree. Sam only laughs and Dean can hear that he walks back to the door. His tension is fully back in a second. Castiel would be here in a few.

“Good luck.” Sam says and Dean nods, before the door closes after Sam. Dean starts to finish the room, before Castiel would be here and only fifteen minutes later, the Dean cave looks really nice like this.

There is a knock on the door and Dean takes a deep breath while he turns off the light, before he calls the angel in. Castiel looks surprised when he steps in, and not because the room looks dark without the light, no.

Dean had lit almost a million candles in the whole room, some even smell like honey or vanilla and he sits like a dumbass under the tree. Castiel’s eyes are wide and they look even more stunning in the lights of the candle.

“Uhm hi.” Dean whispers, already blushing even though there is a smile on Castiel’s face. The angel comes closer and then sits down by the tree as well. Dean isn’t sure what to do with his hands.

“Dean, this is beautiful.” Castiel says and looks around once more. Dean almost says something very cheesy, instead he just nods and smiles a bit. Seems like he swallowed his tongue.

“I wanted to spend Christmas with you.” Dean finally says and Castiel’s smile gets even wider. Dean chuckles himself, but then Castiel puts a hand on Dean’s thigh and Dean’s brain stops working altogether.

“That’s seems like a nice coincidence, because I have a present for you.” Castiel says and he holds up a very tiny package. Dean’s fingers shake when he takes it. He hadn’t thought this would happen.

“Oh Cas.” Dean whispers, the present is nicely wrapped and Dean opens it very, very slowly. He is afraid of what could be in there. Maybe it’s something really platonic and Dean’s heart would break and… oh.

“You like it?” Castiel whispers, so much hope in his voice. Dean takes the necklace in his hand and almost tears up at the sight of it. Normally he’d laughed, cause it’s heartshaped and he would never wear something like this.

But there is a picture of them both in it. Dean remember that they took after Castiel came back from the death the last time and Dean had been so destroyed without him. The necklace glows a bit.

“It has my grace in it, so… so even when I’m not here with you, you always have a piece of me.” Castiel whispers and Dean kisses him. He doesn’t even care anymore, he just presses the necklace close to his heart and kisses Castiel.

Castiel even kisses back and Dean gets lost in their kisses. Castiel kisses him soft, as if he something worth treasuring and Dean’s toes tingle. He never wants to do anything else than kissing Castiel.

Castiel had known how much it always hurts Dean when he is not there and Dean is so glad he will have something to hold onto now, but he would still not like it, whenever Castiel is gone.

“W-wait! I d-don’t have a real present for you! I just wanted to spend this day with you and… my have prepared a bath for us both…” Dean admits and wow okay, seems like Castiel’s kisses deleted his filter.

“A bath hm? Feeling a bit confident, huh?” Castiel grins and Dean blushes again. He had told Sam, that is was a stupid idea. He almost takes his words back, when Castiel is already getting up.

“Maybe?” Dean whispers, still sitting there like a dumbass. Castiel is already at the door and pulls his trenchcoat off. He throws it at the couch.

“Are you coming? And bring some candles with you.” Castiel says, before he walks into the direction of their bathroom.

Dean almost falls over his own feet. He would follow Castiel everywhere, he thinks while he follows the trail of clothes on the floor.

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notfunnydean · 4 years

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SPN Advent Calendar - Day 24

Worst present… not

Day: 24 Giftee: @supernatural9917fic Prompt: Worst present Pairing: Dean Winchester / Castiel Warnings: Prankster!Gabriel Word Count: 1.096 Summary: Dean likes Christmas, but when Gabriel hands over some gifts for them, he doesn’t even want to open it. Turns out he is in for a surprise. Or more then one. Link (if posted on AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/21937579

Dean squirms nervously on his seat. They are in the middle of handing out the presents and everybody seems really relaxed. That can only mean this is a trap. Dean almost starts chewing on his nails.

“Okay, so which presents are left?” Sam asks and Dean looks around. He had already handed out his and he smiles when he sees that Castiel is still holding the sweater Dean gave and he even strokes over it.

Only then does Dean realize that everyone had already handed out their presents. Besides one person. Dean’s eyes widen, the reason he was nervous.

“Mine!” Gabriel yells and Dean winces. Oh he can’t wait to see the present. For sure it will be something embarrassing. Maybe pink panties? Dean has a few pair already, but Gabriel would love to embarrass him like that in front of Castiel.

Oh god, what if it’s a dildo?

“Here Dean.” Gabriel says and he holds out the present. Dean swallows nervously and takes it. Okay, so it looks rather small, probably too small for sex toys, but it could always just be some condoms.

Which Dean needs, but that is kinda not the point right now.

“Uh huh, thanks.” Dean says and Gabriel smiles his shiteating grin. Oh fuck, he is really in trouble. Sam’s present is a lot bigger, Eileen gets some pretty flowers and… wait Castiel’s present looks exactly like Dean’s.

“Should I be worried, Gabriel?” Castiel asks and Dean snorts. So he is not the only one who is really worried about Gabriel’s present. That calms him a bit down at least. Maybe they could just all laugh about it and it’s already forgotten tomorrow.

“I got some antlers?” Sam says and Dean huffs a laugh. Okay that is kinda funny. Dean kinda expects a squirrel tail, but his package is way too small. Hmm.

“Oh.”

Dean looks up, because Castiel sounds so surprised, and not in the bad kind of way. No the angel is actually smiling. He holds up bracelet. It’s silver and has a bee on it. Dean has to smile because this is kinda cute.

“Thank you Gabriel.” Castiel says and with a snap of Gabriel’s fingers the bracelet is around Castiel’s arm. It fits perfectly. Castiel carefully over it and Dean can’t believe this. It’s actually a really nice present.

“Ah, you know me. I love me some little hunters and my favorite baby brother.” Gabriel says and Castiel doesn’t even frown at those words. No, he is still smiling.

“Now me!” Dean says, suddenly very excited to open his own present. He opens it slowly and his eyes widen when he throws the wrapping paper away. It’s the same bracelet Castiel has.

“You like it?” Gabriel asks and Dean is so happy that he doesn’t hear the dangerous grin in Gabriel’s voice. His bracelet doesn’t have a tiny bee on it, but a nice piece of pie. Dean smiles.

Since their hunts he doesn’t wear jewelry a lot anymore, because it’s too dangerous but maybe he’ll change that. At least for his free time.

Dean blushes when he strokes over the pie. Even though the details are slightly different, it kinda makes it look like some couple jewelry for him and Castiel. Maybe that’s why Gabriel is rubbing his hands together.

“Really? You get them nice bracelets and I get antlers?” Sam mutters, but Eileen at least is laughing. Dean pokes out his tongue at Sam.

“Oh believe me Sammy. You don’t want such a bracelet.” Gabriel says and that makes Dean stop in his movement. Castiel’s eyes are wide with fear as well. Of course there was a trap with this.

Gabriel snaps his fingers again and the bracelet turns itself around Dean’s right arm. Before Dean can say anything, he is already getting up, even though he for sure didn’t want to do that.

“Dean?” Castiel asks but then Dean is already sitting on his lap. Castiel gasps loudly and Dean is sure his blush covers his whole body, because what the hell? Dean’s arm is pressing against Castiel.

The pie and the bee locked together.

“Gabriel!” Castiel swears but the angel is already gone. Sam’s eyes are wide, before he takes Eileen’s hand and vanishes as well. Dean grunts, he loves his family, oh so much.

“Dean, uhm do you think you can get up?” Castiel asks and Dean winces. Of course, Castiel surely doesn’t want him on his lap. Dean tries to sit down next to Castiel, without breaking both their wrists.

It works after a few attempts and Dean doesn’t know where to look. He had liked sitting on Castiel’s lap even though it was just for a few seconds. Dean tries very hard to blink his tears away. Fucking Gabriel.

He knew that Dean has feelings for Castiel and still did this! Now Dean would get the biggest rejection ever, while he is cuffed to the angel! ON CHRISTMAS. Oh he would so kill Gabriel. This is the worst present ever.

“Cas, I understand that this is not what you wanted for Christmas.” Dean finally says and it costs him a lot to do that. Castiel tilts his head.

“What do you mean? This is kinda everything I wanted for Christmas.” Castiel says and now Dean has to tilt his head. (He should do this more often, it feels kinda right)

“So you…?”

“Dean, I’ve been flirting with you for over ten years!” Castiel says and he actually sounds a bit frustrated. Dean opens his mouth and he probably looks pretty stupid. He had always hoped that it was flirting, but he hadn’t known.

Dean thinks words are pretty unnecessary now, so he leans even closer and kisses Castiel. Really softly and even with his mouth closed, still unsure. Castiel doesn’t seem to be shy, because he licks over Dean’s under lip and pushes his tongue into Dean’s mouth.

Dean gasps and he has to say, he likes how Castiel almost manhandles him. Dean is already putty in his hands. A loud noise makes them stop. The bracelets aren’t cuffed together anymore and Castiel laughs.

“So am I allowed on your lap now?” Dean asks, the blush still on his cheeks and Castiel nods. Dean hastily sits back down and straddles his angel, Castiel kisses his forehead and Dean grins.

He pushes the Pie and the Bee together again. Because they belonged together from the start. Maybe it’s the best present ever and not the worst.

They both ignore Gabriel’s whoop. Instead, they kiss again. And again.

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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Hail to the King – Part 2

Request: can you write a series dean x reader when she’s 25,not fat and not skinny, virgin, with no parents and only daughter, Bobby take her with him and now the Winchester take care of her and her and Dean are so close, talk about everything and are in love with each other. But the new king of hell(based on chris evans)want her Because she’s pure and kidnap her to marry? Dean save her on the altar with Crowley and Rowena help, Sammy big brother to her, Angst Smutt Fluff happy ending with a baby pls?

Pairing: Dean x Reader, King of Hell (Chris) x Reader, Sam, Crowley, Castiel, Rowena

Warnings: angst, language, kidnapping, forced marriage, non-con (unwanted kissing, touching, nothing graphic)

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Only three days left and so far, you got no clue where you are and how you can sneak out of this nightmare. Chris kept his promise. No one tried to hurt you again but that doesn’t make you feel better.

Every tiny hint of pity you had for his story flew out of the window when he told you he wants to force you to marry him. You won’t marry the freaking King of hell!

“You will, my dear. So, you are still thinking about escaping our safe home? Why? I want to give you the world.” Chris asks a hint of anger in his voice.

“As I’m not your girlfriend! You should think before doing stupid things like selling your soul for a girl who obviously didn’t love you! Sandra wasn’t yours! You imagined things and ended up here.”

“I thought she loves me. I was wrong.”

“Exactly! You assume someone must love you only as you want her! That’s not how love works, idjit! I love Dean, not you. You better let me go or he will get more than a bit mad! Dean and Sam will rip you apart!”

“No, they won’t. I will make you mine. You will be my beautiful bride.”

“Forget it! I rather die than be yours!” You spat.

Angrily staring at you he smashes you against the wall with a wink of his finger. Hard body pressed against yours he slides his fingers along your jawline.

“Let go off me!” You grunt.

“No. You will agree to be mine!” Chris yells.

Tilting his head, he presses his lips onto yours. Pushing against his chest you turn your head away.

Spitting into his face you blow your nose. “Disgusting bastard! Never touch me again!”

“You will be mine either way. You can agree or not. In three days you are mine. My queen. You will give me a son!”

“Never! Forget it you pitiful asshole!”

“You will.” He snarls rough hand pressing down your throat he flashes his eyes back. “You are mine now. I wanted to be nice. No food for the rest of the day. Maybe the hunger will make you submissive.”

“Dream on! Let go of me.” You grunt slapping his face harshly.

“Feisty. I like it. I got the feeling that’s the reason the Winchester likes you. Not that this matter any longer. You are mine, period.”

----

“Tell me you found everything we need to trace, Y/N!” Dean mutters.

“I found everything. Even some blood. Now we should hurry. Only one day left.” Rowena says worriedly.

“Stop talking then, mother. Castiel and I brought you everything. My little rats are sneaking around too. Let’s hurry. My throne feels lonely without me I guess.” Crowley grunts.

“Is that all you are thinking about?” Dean grunts.

“No, I’m only interested in rescuing your love interest. We are partners as we both want something. I’m not into chick flick drama.”

“Fine. Rowena?”

“I’m at it, Dean. Let me do it right or we won’t find her.”

“Dean calm down. Rowena knows what she’s doing.” Sam tries.

“I know. I want to rip that son of a bitch apart, Sammy.” Cursing Dean smashes a chair against the wall. The thought that the bastard has you slowly let him go insane.

“Dean! Calm down. You’re not helping Y/N if you are like this. She needs you concentrated. I promise you can kill the guy.” Crowley mutters.

“Whatever! I will prepare my weapons.”

“Okay. Give me the last ingredient, Samuel. I’m ready to find, Y/N. Lay out the map. I will find the girl. Then I need to use a protection spell on you as you are obviously only normal people. Winchesters, but still only human.”

“Thanks, Rowena.”

“It’s quite alright, Samuel. I like Y/N and that guy killed some of my coven members. Two birds with one stone.”

“Good.”

----

“How do you like the dress? Don’t you want to try it on?” Chris asks.

“No way! You can wear that thing. I told you I will not marry you. Are you deaf, stupid or just crazy?”

“No just in love.”

“Love? You got no clue what love is. Someone who loves you doesn’t kidnap you. Doesn’t forces you to marry him. That’s not love! That’s sick, obsessed.”

“Silence! You will marry and love me. The Winchesters will die if they try to free you. This is my decision. No one will stop me from having you.”

“Dean will come for me and you will be the one dying, not him. You got no clue who Dean Winchester is. He killed Abaddon. Dick Roman. He even defeated the Darkness, the goddamn sister of god. Do you really believe you can stop a Winchester on a mission?” You spat.

“I can and I will defeat everyone trying to get you. You are my queen. No one will tear us apart.” Chris yells now and you flinch.

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“Got it. Whoa…that’s pretty far away.” Rowena sighs.

“Dammit! That’s a two days drive!” Dean yells.

“No need for that. I can zap you.” Castiel says.

“Are you sure? Is your mojo strong enough to zap me and Sammy?”

“Dean, my wings are working just fine. Thanks for asking by the way. Crowley can bring Rowena and then we will strike.”

“Fine. Got I hate being zapped. I can’t poop for a week again, I guess.”

Chuckling at Dean’s words Sam nods at everyone. Ready to strike Dean takes Castiel's hand. Hoping he won’t be too late.

----

“You look beautiful in the dress.” Chris swoons while tears are rolling down your cheeks.

The last day arrived too soon and no sign of Dean.

What if he doesn’t make it in time?

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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Magic Heartache – Part 17

Summary: After years of unrequited love Dean admits his feelings for the reader. She gives herself to him only to find out he got hit by a spell.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel mentioned: Rowena, Crowley, Eileen

Warnings: language, pregnant reader, giving birth (no description), spells, fluff, Daddy!Dean, Daddy!Sam

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2 months later…

“God my bump is so huge!” You whine while Dean tries to help you to get comfortable.

Lying against his chest you sigh. Gently stroking your huge baby bump Dean smiles at the thought that soon he can see his son. A hint of fear is creeping into his mind.

Sam, Cas, Crowley, and Rowena found all the demons who were behind the conspiracy. The apostate angels are dead too but Dean is still worried all the time.

“I’m safe with you Dean. I won’t leave the bunker until the baby is born. Castiel knows how to help me while I give birth to our son. I don’t need to go to a hospital.”

“I’m still worried.”

“I know Dean, me too. Castiel will help us hiding our son from the angels. Rowena told me something about a powerful spell to hide our baby from the demons.”

“Still don’t like that witch.”

"She helped me getting you back so I owe her my trust, Dean. I know you don't like witches but she won't harm our baby. She never harmed me Dean, please give her a chance."

“Fine, but I’ll keep an eye on her either way.”

“Dean?”

“Hmmm?”

“I’m a bit worried. What if I’m a bad mom?”

"You'll be a great mom. Hell, you are nursing Sam and me for years." Dean chuckles.

“That’s not the same! You are grown, men!"

"Exactly. Still, you have the urge to pamper us all the time. You even played airplane with a spoon when I had a broken leg."

“Don’t you like it?”

“I don’t like it…I love it…just like you Pumpkin.”

"Whoa, your son is kicking me like insane today."

"Really?" Dean asks excitedly.

“Give me your hand…wait. Place it here.”

“You right. He wants to play football I guess.”

“Not funny!”

“Shit, that was a hard kick…that really hurt.” You groan.

Starting to pant you feel pain shooting through your abdomen. Using the techniques you learned with Dean you squeeze his hand tight.

“Dean I think you need to get Castiel.”

“Why?”

“Cause you son will pop out every minute. Get Castiel! Now!” You groan in pain.

"Okay, Cas is here. What can I do?" Dean asks panicked.

“Calming down Dean!”

“Huh? Yeah…wait I’ll hold your hand.”

“Dean just let Y/N rest her back against your chest. I know what to do.” Castiel says in a soothing voice.

"I still don't like the idea that you will have a look at the most private part of my girlfriend," Dean mutters.

"Do you want a foreign doctor to have a look? Or a male nurse? Let Cas do it. He knows what he's doing."

“Dean I can assure you I don’t intend to look at Y/N most private parts. I’m going to guide the baby out of her body with my grace. She will feel no pain this way.”

“Fine, Cas. Just do what you have to do to keep her and my son save.”

Three hours later…

"Look at his tiny fingers. God, he's so cute." You squeal.

"And he's handsome like his father," Dean states full of pride.

“Right now he’s cute. Look at the little nose. We did a great job.”

“Yeah Pumpkin, we did.”

Kissing your cheek softly he slings his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind while you’re holding his son in your arms. Resting his head on your shoulder he smiles at the little boy.

“Cas you did a great job, thank you.”

“No need to thank me, Y/N.”

“Sammy look at my son, are you ready to be an uncle, baby brother?”

“More than ready. I already helped Rowena and Crowley to prepare the spell to protect your son. Everything is fine, the spell is safe." Sam answers. Stroking the tiny head of his nephew he can't stop smiling.

"Good, Castiel will use his grace to give him a nice Enochian tattoo too, but this will need a bit more time. The little man is not strong enough yet." Dean says still staring at the little boy in your arms.

“Do you want to hold your son Dean?” You ask softly.

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t want to hurt him.”

“You are his father; you could never hurt your little boy. Here just hold him like that.”

Smiling Dean looks down at the bundle of joy in his arms. Sighing you watch the man you love holding your baby in his arms.

Honestly, you can't be mad at the witch anymore. She made you the greatest gift.

She gave you Dean and your son…

8 years later…

“So how did you meet mommy?” Your son asks.

“Well she was a tough hunter like your dad and we met on a hunt.” Dean answers.

“And how did you fall in love with her?” Your daughter asks.

“Well…ahem…a spell…”

“Dean!” You scold.

“She used a spell called love. The first time I laid my eyes on her I fell in love with her. I just needed some time to admit it,” Dean answers smiling.

“Awesome!” The six years old girl giggles.

“So RJ, Mary Josephine how about some pancakes for breakfast?” Dean tries to change the subject.

“No, uncle Dean it, was so interesting. Tell us how Daddy met mommy!”

"Well, Steven my little brother met your mom on a hunt too," Dean answers the question of Sam's son.

"Alright kids come with me and Daddy will make us all pancakes. Come with me Steven, you can help me to place the plates on the table."

"Yay!" The kids squeal excitedly.

Smiling Eileen strokes her baby bump mouthing a thank you for taking care of her son.”

"Whoa, Eileen I guess you will pop out your daughter soon." Dean chuckles.

“Go and make the pancake for the hungry kids or they will eat you alive.” Sam scolds.

Smiling at each other both brothers move toward their wife’s to give them a soft kiss.

“Did you really want to tell your kids about the spell?” You scold.

“Well you’ve got me under your spell, it’s true,” Dean answers grinning.

“Daddy I want pancakes with Vanilla like mommy likes it,” MJ pleas.

“Sure, your daddy makes you and mommy some with vanilla and Steven and MJ get some with cinnamon. Right guys?”

“Yes, uncle Dean,” Steven answers.

“Dude stop calling me uncle, I feel old when you call me like that.”

“But you are old uncle Dean,” The boy says without thinking twice.

Hurt Dean looks at you and you smile at him. Moving your hand over his chest you kiss his cheek softly.

“Daddy, you’re still the hottest guy I ever met. I should thank that witch for cursing us. Make the kids and us pancakes and then Eileen and Sam will take them to the park to walk the dog,” you whisper.

“Why are you telling me this?” Dean asks confused.

“Well daddy we will have the whole bunker on our own for at least two hours so you can spank my cute ass and then you can poke me with your stick…”

THE END...

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