“I know it’s a choice for a hunter to consider retiring. I mean look at Mary Winchester for example, she retired and had a family.” He didn’t want to cause a scene over this debate or discussion. It wasn’t exactly ideal for anyone to uproot their life for someone, especially if they meant everything to them. “I’d consider the choice of having a family, Pandora. I’d give up hunting for good and to travel across the country with each other and baby in tow. I want to have a normal life for starters and that includes you, Pandora.” 

He wouldn’t of considered moving into a house and having a semi normal life with Pandora. “I know that some people aren’t built to stay in one place for far too long. It’s not that people are going to find out that our child is different and suddenly hunt them down like the vicious monsters that they are.” He took one breath and exhaled the air from his lungs. “I don’t consider the fetus a monster really. I’m not afraid of raising a child in this life. I mean if she/he wants to help hunting monsters on the side of being useful and on the fighting team of becoming a full fledged Winchester later on.”

“Your mom retired for a time, and look what happened? I mean” She covered her mouth and stepped back from Dean. She hadn’t meant to be cruel… but she knew her words had been unfeeling. Still, she was upset and her hormones were raging. Also, it was true. Dean’s mom had retired and died… then been brought back and resumed hunting as the life she knew… Family wasn’t exactly a standard thing for her, and Pandora knew that family and settling wouldn’t be easy for her and her child either. Still… she shook her head and lowered her hands. “Normal isn’t exactly possible when you spend time with someone who can’t really die.”

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☼: What is your muses favourite kind of weather?

☤: Is your muse allergic to anything?

♫: Does your muse like music? What kind?

✉: What is something your muse would write about?

✈: How far has your muse travelled away from their home?

💕: Does your muse have any crushes?

★: What is your muse’s zodiac?

✞: Does your muse have an religious beliefs? What are they?

∞: Is there something about your muse that has been constant throughout their life?

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No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

From Pandora to Dean:

🌻 a worried text.:

[SMS- Dean]: I need you. 

It had been ages since The Beast had been to Earth. There were hardly any Magicians left, and the few that remained were neither capable of threatening him (even in a joint effort) nor were they brave enough to attempt it. With nothing to fear on Earth, he usually had no reason to be there… yet, from time to time, even he became nostalgic… of sorts. More, he became curious as to why he wasn’t nostalgic. He walked the halls of Brakebills feeling the draw of Fogg in his little room, terrified and alone. He looked at the sky and the birds that flew there lacking the magic of the land he now called home. And then, something… different… struck his senses. Something like nothing he had ever felt. 

Dean couldn’t stomach the angel’s words anymore. It was eerily nauseating to swallow even for a demon. The demon would’ve continued to drink and murder anyone, if it wasn’t for the damn angel that tried to stop a demon from going on a murderous killing spree. “Leave me alone, Castiel.” He turned his back on the one friend that tried to help. 

『 ଘ 』     “No matter how many times you walk away, I will always follow. We don’t leave one another in this life,” Castiel answered, staying in place but ready to move if Dean kept increasing their distance. “You know we can’t let you do this.”  

“I’m sure that Sam would understand Dean’s choice to retire from hunting and settling down to create a family. It’s not something that’s decided on a whim, there will be sacrifices to make here. I’m sure that I’ll make the right decision here, Pandora.” Dean couldn’t decide on staying or leaving Pandora without a father to raise their child together. His smile would often falter for a second of not raising a child with Pandora by his side. 

“I’m not going to abandon someone that’s carrying my child inside their body. It’ll take time to get someone that won’t run away at the smallest change in their life, it’s something new for me and running away is the cowards way out of doing things.”

He didn’t flinch or react to someone tilting his face up to gaze into her eyes. “I know that down the road, some hard choices will have to be made, big ones such as moving into a house long term. I want to share this life that’s growing inside your belly, with you forever Pandora.” 

“You don’t have to retire if you don’t want to. I’m not asking you to upend your entire life for me… for us. Whether Sam would understand or not” Pandora sighed. She really didn’t want to be having this fight, but it was something that needed to be sorted. There were a limited amount of months before she would have to make this choice without him, and that wasn’t exactly the ideal. “I’m sure you’ll make the right choice to… I just want you to remember it’s a choice. I don’t want you to feel forced into something. No one should be trapped by the choices of another. Taking care of yourself and your choices isn’t cowardly. Particularly when your partner is… well… like me. Though, I’ve not met anything else like me before. But, I would imagine… We are quite durable after all”

✿: What is your muses favourite scent?

☼: What is your muses favourite kind of weather?

☤: Is your muse allergic to anything?

♫: Does your muse like music? What kind?

✉: What is something your muse would write about?

✈: How far has your muse travelled away from their home?

💕: Does your muse have any crushes?

★: What is your muse’s zodiac?

✞: Does your muse have an religious beliefs? What are they?

∞: Is there something about your muse that has been constant throughout their life?

✘: What are your muses pet peeves?

💲: What is your muse like with their money? What’s their financial situation?

⚽: What’s your muse’s favourite sport?

✔: What is your muse’s sexuality?

✋: Is your muse left or right handed?

👓: Does your muse need reading aids? Contacts or glasses?

🎒: What does your muse normally keep in their bag?

🚑: Does your muse have any disabilities/impairments?

👕: What is your muse’s fashion sense like?

🎲: Does your muse like to gamble?

🍕: What’s your muses favourite food?

🍸: Does your muse like to consume alcohol? What’s their favourite kind?

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“No, I’m not afraid, Pandora.” Dean wasn’t the type to run off and leave a pregnant woman behind. He created this child that was growing inside Pandora’s belly. “I’m not the type of person to abandon a pregnant woman. especially this far along in the trimester. I’m going to stick around and help in anyway I can, Pandora.” He wasn’t going to make the same mistakes that John Winchester made during his childhood. 

“It’s fine really. I made a decision in staying and waiting on someone hand and foot. I’m not the type to cheat, Pandora.” He started to reach out his hand to touch her swollen belly and run a hand over Pandora’s stomach. 

Pandora sighed and patted Dean’s hand where it was still place over the little life inside of her. It kicked in a way she hoped was happiness, but could also have been general discomfort at being cramped inside of a larger body. It was a strange thought to consider, but she shook it away in favor of focusing on Dean’s words. 

“You wouldn’t be abandoning a pregnant woman. You would be taking care of yourself and leaving a child to a creature more God than Human. I can take care of both of us if this is too much.”

“I’m not going to abandon someone that’s carrying my child inside their body. It’ll take time to get someone that won’t run away at the smallest change in their life, it’s something new for me and running away is the cowards way out of doing things.”