Hearts&Headcanons

You had your daughter Jamie and Tucker stepped up to the role of dad like he was made for it. Taking the night shift with the baby even if he was exhausted from hockey practice, helping you out whenever and wherever he could, and cheering you on when he couldn’t.

Now your daughter has grown into an amazing three year old. She is such a handful, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. Having a crazy toddler, as sweet as she is, took away from you and Tuck getting alone time. You couldn’t even remember the last time you both went on a date if you tried. You both tried your best to find a time to do it, but the times just never lined up. Nobody could watch Jamie, Tucker had hockey practice, or you both were just too tired to even think about dressing up and going out.

Thankfully, the stars had aligned for the both of you and Dean, Beau, and Logan had graciously offered to babysit Jamie. You were so happy that you two could finally go, but Tucker was apprehensive at first.

“Are you sure you three could handle her? I mean, she is a three year old.” Tucker asked.

“Dude it’s three of us against one child. I think we’ll be okay.” Dean scoffed.

“Dean, it's not that simple. You have to take care of her. She needs to be fed her usual meals, put down at bedtime, protected, looked after–” Tucker started listing off on his fingers, starting to stress over his daughter before Logan cut in.

“Tuck, we got it. We’ll look after her and make sure she’s okay. If not, you can beat us up.” He shrugged.

“Hey! I did not agree to that!” Beau smacked Logan in the chest. Logan just laughed.

After a lot more questioning and persuasion, Tucker finally agreed to let them watch Jamie. Now you both were headed out the door and saying goodbye, excited to get some alone time.

“I love you so so much! Remember to be good for Uncle Dean, Beau, and Logan okay?” You squeezed your daughter and she giggled.

“Love you mommy!” She hugged you back.

Meanwhile Tucker was drilling into the other three about what they had to do.

“When does she go to bed?”

“Seven o’clock.”

“Where do you look for the leftovers I made for her?”

“In the fridge, come on man, we're not stupid.”

“I beg to differ.”

You walked over to Tuck and said “I think they’ll make it through the night babe.”

He sighed, relaxing as you rubbed his back in slow circles “Fine. But if anything happens I will kill you.” He pointed at all three of them and gave them a stern look.

“Alright, alright. Now go and enjoy your date.” Logan made a shoo-ing motion with his hands.

After Tucker gave Jamie a hug goodbye you walked out the door with Dean saying “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” over your shoulder.’’

–

After you and Tuck had left for your date, it was smooth sailing for the most part. The three of them occupied your daughter with snacks and a “princess movie” as she liked to call them. But then came bedtime, and it all went downhill from there.

They were expecting putting her to bed to be a little tricky, I mean she is only three. But what they weren’t ready for was how energetic this child became when it was time to go to sleep. It was as if hearing the word “bedtime” instantly made her wide awake.

At first they tried to fight this by watching another movie, surely that would put her to sleep right? Wrong. Infinitely wrong. She was up and performing the best rendition of the songs playing on the tv with all her might.

Okay so, that idea was a bust, how about playing with her toys for a bit? They got through a whole storyline with those toys and she still was showing no signs of stopping.

“Dude she’s not stopping.” Beau remarked as the three of them watched her enthusiastically play with her toy pony.

“Thanks a lot for pointing that out, captain obvious.” Dean rolled his eyes at him.

“What are we gonna do?” Logan asked, looking at both of them.

They devised a game plan to try giving her some more snacks, maybe she was still hungry? No. No she wasn’t. All she wanted was cookies and Lord knows she did not need anymore sugar, but who were they to refuse her cute face? So they ended up giving her four more cookies and some ice cream.

So now she was on a sugar high and bouncing on the couch. Amazing progress.

“Why did we give her cookies and ice cream again?” Logan asked, pinching the bridge of his nose in regret.

“She would’ve been sad if we didn’t.” Beau sighed.

“Fair point.”

They decided to try running around with her to see if she’d tire out. Spoiler alert: she didn’t. She was a force to be reckoned with at this point.

“You know I hate to say this, but we need to call them.” Beau grimaced.

“No, we can figure this out.” Dean held up a hand, biting his lip as he thought of ideas.

“You said that two hours ago.” Logan said flatly.

“Fine. We’ll call them.” Dean groaned.

–

You and Tuck were having a great night.

It felt nice to have a time for you two to just talk and spend time with each other uninterrupted. Funnily enough, all you two had mainly talked about was Jamie. Her funny sayings that she had that always made you laugh, how proud you were of her, and how big she was getting already.

Suddenly, you got a phone call from Dean.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Okay so don’t be mad at me or anything, but your child still isn’t asleep.” Dean said tensely, as if he suspected you’d jump through the phone and beat him. Or rather, that Tuck would.

“We tried everything. We played ponies, we watched movies, we gave her cookies and ice cream–” Dean listed off before realizing his mistake.

“You gave her what?” You asked in a stern voice.

“Nothing. We gave her nothing at all.” Dean denied rapidly.

“Dean. Did you give her cookies and ice cream? Yes or no?” You asked slowly, hoping and praying that he said no.

“Yes.” He said quietly.

You sighed as Tucker frantically made gestures with his hands for you to give him the phone, but you weren’t that evil. You told Dean you guys would be back home soon and hung up.

“What happened? Is she okay? Is she hurt?” Tucker asked, eyes wide with concern.

“Breathe, babe. She’s fine, she just won’t go to sleep.” You said softly, grabbing his hand and he immediately relaxed.

“Why won’t she sleep? She’s typically out like a light.” He asked, confused.

“Before I tell you why you have to promise not to kill Dean, Beau, and Logan first.”

“Why?” He tensed.

“Just agree please.” You gave him a look.

“Fine, I agree not to kill them for now. What did they do?”

“They gave Jamie cookies and ice cream before bed.”

“You’re joking.” He said, his face a mixture of utter disbelief and annoyance.

You did your best to soothe him on your way back home, but there was no sparing Tuck from the misery of always being annoyed by his friends. He was at his wits end. Once you stepped in the door you found your daughter running laps around the kitchen counter and squealing, while the other three stood and stared at you guiltily.

You both just stood there in shock as you watched your Jamie go from running laps to jumping up and down and twirling. You couldn’t make this up if you tried.

“I leave you alone with my daughter for a few hours. A measly, small, amount of time. And then I get told that Jamie can’t sleep, which confuses me because normally my daughter goes to sleep fairly easily. I then get informed that you stupidly gave her cookies and ice cream before bed. How dumb are you? What made you think that would be a good idea? She’s three! She can’t handle sugar!” Tucker scolded them as if they were also his kids.

As the poor trio was getting chewed out and taking their verbal beating, you were giving hugs and kisses to your daughter as you held her, and slowly but surely she was out.

“Tuck.” You said quietly.

“Yes?” His voice softened as he turned towards you. His whole demeanor softened when he saw your daughter snoring quietly in your arms.

He blew out a breath before he turned back to them and said “You are never watching my daughter around bedtime ever again.”

“Dean, we aren’t showering together.” You rolled your eyes.

“Please.” He huffed like he was a toddler throwing a temper tantrum.

“Not a chance.” You brushed him off and headed to the bathroom, but he stepped in front of the doorway.

“Pretty please? With sprinkles and a side of pie?” He asked, clasping his hands together.

“That’s not how the saying goes.”

“What’s better than pie? Oh, I know, me joining you while you shower.” He replied sarcastically.

“It’s a shame it’s not happening. Guess you’ll have to settle for pie.” You smirked.

“There’s literally a water drought in South Dakota. It would be wrong to not preserve the water.” He crossed his arms, shrugging as if he wasn’t saying a blatant lie.

“Oh really? And where did you hear about this supposed drought?” You crossed your arms, mirroring his stance.

“I got an alert for it on my phone, see?” He held up his phone, but every time you tried to focus on it he suddenly moved it to keep you from seeing it.

“Dean, hand me the phone.”

“What phone?” He threw his phone across the room, and posed in front of the door, his elbow resting on the wall.

“You are unbelievable.” You laughed at him.

“I’m even more unbelievable in the shower.” He winked at you, and you shoved past him and into the hallway.

Or at least tried to before Dean grabbed your wrist and dragged you back into the bedroom.

“Dean!” You squealed.

You looked down to see your boyfriend dropping to his knees and gripping your thighs and pawing like a needy dog.

“Please would you let me shower with you? I won’t even do anything. I swear.” His green eyes looked up at you with such hope that you had no choice but to relent.

“Okay. Fine. But don’t try anything funny. I mean it.” You walked to the bathroom and Dean happily trailed behind you like a kid in a candy store.

“Thank you angel, you’re the sweetest girlfriend I could ever ask for.”

“Uh huh, shut up and get in.”

–

“So so good, angel, thankyouthankyouthankyou” Dean groaned into you as he sloppily kissed your mouth.

“You are such a dick for this, y’know that?” You huffed as you dug your nails into his back. He shuddered at the feeling.

“I’ll make it up to you all night baby, I swear. Fuckfuckfuck–oh shit–” He buried his head into your shoulder and bit down.

“Hate you so so much.” You rolled your eyes as he gripped your thighs, sure to leave bruises tomorrow.

“So mean to me.” He grinned at you, and you took one look at him and knew he was gone.

“You love it.” You said, a smug grin on your face.

“I do. Love it s’much angel. I do, I do, I do.” He whimpered, head going limp into your neck.

“So pathetic for me, huh Deanie?” You taunted.

He just whined in response and you pulled at his hair, winding him up even further. You two were so captivated by each other that you didn’t care who heard how loud you both got. You drove each other crazy, spurring the other one further until you both eventually snapped.

–

The next morning Sam stared at the both of you with a look of pure disgust.

“Wow Sammy, who spit in your coffee?” Dean asked as he sat down next to you.

“Yeah what ruined your morning?” You asked, completely forgetting what you did last night.

“Oh uh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that I couldn’t sleep at all last night.” His eye twitched and it finally set in for you two.

“Ohhh, that. Sorry Sam.” You grimaced.

“Yeah, because that fixes everything.” He rolled his eyes.

“We really did try to be quiet.” Dean lied, his lips twitching.

“Right. So that’s why I heard you whining like a damn dog for the next few hours.” He bit back.

Dean’s jaw dropped and you let out a loud cackle, which just led to making Sam even more pissed. Poor poor Sammy.