Supernatural 4ever

You turn to look at him and you grin. “You better get a piece now before your brother gets in here.”

“I’ll wait until it cools. Surely he’ll save me a piece.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “You’re right, I’d better get it now.”

You laugh as he walks over to grab a plate.

“Speaking of Dean, have you seen him?”

He thinks for a second. “Actually, yeah. I saw him carrying some toys out to the garage about forty minutes ago.”

“I’d better go check up on him,” you laugh before walking out of the kitchen.

You make your way down the hallways of the bunker towards the garage. The closer you get, the more you can hear the sound of your little boy’s giggles, followed by your husband’s voice. You know this routine by now. Dean tries to work on Baby in peace, but your son fusses to “help” his daddy. Dean tries to distract him with toys, but eventually gives in.

You walk into the garage, and you stop because you don’t want to ruin the fun. Instead of working on Baby, both of your boys are in Baby. Dean is sitting in the passenger seat, and your little boy is behind the wheel. You can barely see his little head over the steering wheel as he pretends to drive. You try to hold in your laughter as your husband pretends to be terrified of your son’s driving. His eyes are wide, and his right hand is gripping the door handle while his left one is digging into the seat.

“Slow down, Lee,” he says, causing your little boy to laugh. He rears his little foot back and slams it down as if he’s pressing down the gas even though he can’t reach the pedals. “I said slow… Woah!” Dean hollers out as he throws his arm over as if he’s holding your son back.

Your heart melts listening to Levi’s laughter as he turns the wheel as far to the left as he can. Dean makes the sound of tires squealing, causing your son to throw his head back as he giggles. He’s laughing so hard his little body is shaking. Once he straightens out the wheel, Dean looks over at him with wide eyes.

“You just hit that guy back there.”

Levi gets up on his little knees and turns to look out the back window. He then looks at Dean and shrugs.

“Him’s okay,” he says before turning to face the wheel again and plopping back down on his bottom.

Dean shakes his head. “No, buddy, I think you broke his leg. We should go check on him.”

“No, go fast!” Levi squeals before pretending to hit the gas again.

“No!” Dean yells as he grabs onto the door handle again.

You shake your head as you lean up against the wall and watch them. When you first found out you were pregnant, Dean panicked. He kept himself up every night for a month worrying about whether he’d be a good dad or not. If only he could have seen himself now.

“Whew,” Dean says as he brings his right hand up to his heart as if it’s racing. “I don’t think I can take much more of this, Lee. You think you could slow down a bit?”

Your son nods, and he giggles as he continues to “steer” Baby left and right. He looks over at his daddy and grins widely. Dean reaches over and puts his hand on the little dark haired head before gently turning it so he’s looking back out the front window.

“Eyes on the road, son.”

“Sorry,” Levi giggles and stares out the window. After a minute, he looks back over at Dean. He grins mischievously, and Dean shakes his head.

“Don’t you do it,” he says in a warning tone. “Don’t you dare.” Levi laughs before taking both hands off the wheel. “No!” Dean yells as he reaches over to grab the wheel. Your son laughs so hard, he falls over in his seat as Dean acts like he’s fighting for his life to keep from running off the road. “Grab the wheel!” he yells. Levi’s still cracking up as he sits up and takes the wheel. Dean looks over and points a finger at him. “Don’t ever do that again,” he says in a serious tone.

Levi knows he’s just joking, and it causes him to laugh so hard that he squeals loudly. He keeps glancing over at Dean as he “drives.” He just keeps giving your son warning glances, causing him to laugh more and more. This goes on for a few minutes before Levi lets go of the wheel again. He turns to look at Dean, and he must have a funny expression on his face.

“What’s wrong, buddy?” Dean asks. Without a word, Levi gets up on his knees and wraps his arm around your husband’s neck.

“Love you, Daddy.”

Dean smiles softly as he wraps his left arm around your little boy.

“I love you, buddy,” he tells him before pressing a kiss to the top of his little head. He tucks Levi’s head underneath his chin and holds him a bit tighter. Dean’s eyes meet yours across the room, and you smile at each other. “Hey,” he says as he pulls your son back a bit so he can see his face. “I think Momma might be waiting for us. You want to take us home?”

“Yeah!” Levi hollers before plopping down in the driver’s seat again.

“Alright,” Dean tells him. “Slow, remember?” Levi nods as if he’s taking every word in. “And watch out for pedestrians.” Your son gives him a funny look. “People,” he says. The little boy nods before gripping onto the steering wheel again. He just barely moves it from side to side for a minute, then he gives Dean a mischievous look.

“Don’t do it,” Dean warns. “Don’t you dare.”

Levi giggles and turns the wheel sharply to the right. Dean grabs onto the door handle again and pitches to the left side as if the car’s really moving.

“Slow down!” he yells.

Levi’s laughter echoes through the space again, followed by Dean making the sound of tires squealing. Levi then turns the wheel the other direction, and Dean leans to the side accordingly. You watch as your son keeps turning his head to watch your husband’s reaction. Dean lays his hand on Levi’s head and gently turns it back towards the front of Baby.

“Eyes on the road, kid.” Levi laughs even harder, and eventually takes both hands off the wheel again. “No!” Dean yells in terror as he reaches over to grab it.

“We crash!” Levi squeals.

“We better not,” Dean tells him. “I don’t have any insurance.” Levi gives him another funny look, probably wondering what insurance is. “Do you even have a driver's license?" 

Your son thinks about it for a minute before shrugging.

“Uh-huh, that’s what I thought,” Dean says. “And you’ve probably been drinking over the legal limit of apple juice too. Maybe I ought to drive us home.”

“No! I do it!” Levi says.

“Aright, but get us there safely,” Dean tells him.

You stand there and watch them “crash” about three times before Levi finally slams his foot down as if he’s hitting the brakes. He tries to make the sound of tires squealing like Dean was doing, honks the horn about three times, and then he looks over at his dad and smiles widely.

“We’re home!”

“Shew, finally. I didn’t think you knew your way back,” Dean says. Levi looks over at him and smiles.

“I scare you?”

“Are you kidding me?!” Dean says. “Look, I’m still shaking.” He holds his hand out to show Levi the dramatized tremors running through him, and your son laughs again. “You’re never driving Baby again.”

“Uh-huh,” he nods. “This my car.”

“No she’s not,” Dean says as he pulls your son over into his lap and tickles him. “You take that back!”

“NO!” Levi yells through laughter.

“You’d better, or you’re grounded for five years,” Dean teases him. “Plus you have to pay for all the damage you caused on our ride.”

“No!” he yells again.

“Yes! You ran over people. You hit cars. You’re a reckless driver!”

“No!”

Dean tickles him until they’re both out of breath.

“Okay,” he chuckles as he finally sits Levi upright in his lap. “We’d better go see where Momma’s at.”

“Mommy!” Levi yells. Dean barely has time to open up the door before your son drops to the ground and takes off running. He’s so excited to come find you, that he doesn’t even notice you standing there already and he runs right past you.

“Lee!” Dean yells to get his attention. Your son’s too far gone to hear, and Dean shakes his head as he walks over to you. “He’ll figure it out eventually.”

You laugh as you take a few steps towards him. “He’s excited to tell me all about riding Daddy around,” you tell him as you wrap your arms around Dean’s neck. He chuckles as both of his arms go around your waist.

“Kid can’t keep his eyes on the road.”

You raise your left eyebrow at him. “I wonder where he gets it from.”

“Hey, can you blame me?” he says, giving you his signature charming smile. “After all, I have a hot wife sitting in the passenger seat beside me.”

“Stop,” you laugh.

“I don’t think we have to worry about it much yet,” he says. “After all, we have thirteen years until I can’t get away with pretend drives anymore.”

You shake your head a bit. “I give it about… oh, four more years or so before he stops wanting to pretend to drive.”

“Stop!” Dean groans as he hides his face in your neck. You laugh as you bring a hand up to gently rake your fingers through his hair.

“You’re the best daddy, Dean Winchester."

He pulls back to look you in the eyes. “Even if I am raising a reckless driver?”

“Even then,” you giggle. He chuckles before leaning in to kiss you.

“We’d better go find him before he really does cause some damage somewhere.”

“Or he eats all the apple pie I made.”

Dean’s eyes widen. “Seriously?” You nod, and he kisses you once more before reaching down to take your hand in his. “Well, we’d better get in there before our little menace to society gets sugar in him.” he says before gripping your hand tightly in his and leading you back towards the kitchen.

By the time you get there, Levi’s already situated at the table with his own small piece of pie. Sam looks at you both as you walk in.

“I hope it was okay to give him some,” he says. “He said he had permission.”

“Well, he didn’t really,” you laugh. “But it’s alright.”

“Hey, Lee,” Dean says as he walks over to grab his own piece. “Did you tell Uncle Sammy what you did today?”

Your little boy looks up with wide eyes. Wide eyes that are the exact same shade of green as Dean’s. “I droved Baby, and I hit two peoples.”

“Three,” Dean argues.

“Huh-uh,” Levi shakes his head.

“Hey, I know how to count better than you do,” he says as he takes his seat at the table across from your son. “Plus he ran into at least five cars.”

“No, Daddy!” he laughs.

“Baby’s gonna need some work after today. The parts are coming out of your paycheck.”

Levi giggles as he goes in for another bite of pie.

Sam smirks. “Well, it sounds like you’re just learning from your dad.” That comment earns him whipped cream to the face. Levi laughs just as hard as he was when he was “driving”.

“Seriously?” you ask Dean as you give him a look. “With our son sitting right there?”

“Hey, he was asking for it,” he mumbles.

After the pie has been eaten, baths have been taken, and teeth have been brushed, you tuck Levi into his toddler bed. You know what’s going to happen. He’ll end up in bed with you and Dean at some point. But he likes to be tucked into his own bed to begin with because it makes him feel like a big boy.

“Sleep tight, sweetie,” you tell him as you lean over to kiss his forehead. He hugs your neck tightly and hangs on a minute before letting go.

“Holler if you need us, kiddo,” Dean tells him as he also leans down for a hug. “And don’t be driving in your dreams. I can’t afford any more hospital bills.” Levi giggles again as Dean stands up.

But instead of Levi just letting Dean walk over to where you’re at, he quickly sits up in bed and holds his arms back out.

“Daddy!”

Dean turns back around, and his heart melts when he sees your son reaching for him again. He walks back over and scoops him up into his arms. You watch as a tired, but content smile spreads across Levi’s face as he rests his head on Dean’s shoulder.

“Love you,” he says softly.

“Oh, I love you too, little buddy,” Dean whispers before pressing a kiss to the top of your son’s head. It isn’t long until Levi drifts off in his daddy’s arms. Dean carefully leans back over to lay him down, and he tucks him in again. “Goodnight, Daddy’s little reckless driver,” he says before turning to walk over to you.

He wraps an arm around your waist to lead you back to bed, but he stops at the door and looks over his shoulder one more time at your sleeping boy.

“He’s so little, (Y/N),” he says softly.

“I know,” you whisper back.

He looks at you and smiles softly. “I want to give him the childhood I never had.”

“You’re doing a fantastic job at making sure that happens, Dean,” you assure him. “You could have just spent the day working on Baby like you planned.”

He shakes his head. “As soon as those big eyes looked up at me and said ‘I drive?’, it was over.”

You laugh softly as you lay your head over onto his shoulder. “Well, you’re the best there is. Dad and husband. And I don’t say that lightly. I mean that.”

He looks at you for a minute before smiling widely. “I know you do, sweetheart. Thank you for saying that.” You nod, and he leans in for one more kiss. “We should go on to bed ourselves. We only have about an hour before he wakes up and joins us.”

“Then what are we waiting on?”

Dean chuckles before leading you out into the hallway. He shuts the door a bit, but not before peeping in one more time to check on your reckless driver.