Summary: In a series of quick flashforwards we see Dean going through fatherhood. The mother, who is unknown drops the baby off at Bobby Singer’s house of all places, leaves a note for Dean.
Takes place during Seasons 4 - 8.
[A/N: In this part, these are flash forwards from birth to about age 4, mentioned in the story would be hunts, diapers, a one night stand similar to Season 7 with the Amazonians [I don’t remember exactly what they’re called], only she’s human in this fic, and so’s Dean’s daughter.]
[a/n #2: This is my first (kind of) dad!dean x daughter!oc!reader fic, I first touched base in it in my Down the Rabbit Hole Series (in one of my many, many, many versions), read a doze of them, and now I’m hooked, so please, feedback would greatly be appreciated.]
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It was the sound of a baby’s crying that caught his attention.
No one did even think to knock, she probably wouldn’t be fast enough to evade Bobby and his array of questions he’d have for her.
Bobby opens his front door to see a baby’s blanketed basket with a note pinned to it. Bobby looks around his yard, see’s no one, not even hearing a car racing off.
He picks up the basket and brings her inside. Takes a peak at the note.
Dean, is written in all caps on the top of the letter.
“Dean!” Bobby calls out from his study.
They had just gotten back from a case, after learning who actually yanked Dean out of Hell, where Sam had been for the past 4 months, Dean spent most of his days out in the yard. Either cleaning his Impala or fixing up a random car just to let off steam.
When he didn’t respond, Bobby searched for Dean. Finding him in the garage.
“Dean.” Bobby says, getting closer to Dean. He was laying on a creeper under a car changing oil. But Bobby wasn’t patient enough. So with a foot on the creeper he pulls Dean out from under the car.
“What the hell Bobby?” Dean scoffed.
“I’ve been calling for you, now, come with me.” Bobby says. Walking off before Dean could object.
Dean can hear the baby’s cries from Bobby’s study.
Bobby hands Dean the letter.
Dean,
Not sure if you remember. You probably don’t, but if the name Kristi doesn’t ring any bells to you then you deserve to know this. You needed to let off steam at the roadhouse I was working at just outside of Dallas, you gave me a night to remember. But I guess I was another one night stand to you. I was a virgin you ass. And you knocked me up, I’m not ready for kids, hell I don’t want kids. Why do you think I work in a roadhouse to begin with?
I found out I was pregnant some time in May of last year. She was born September 18th, 2008. I did not name her, I did not want her. I told the hospital people that I was giving her to her father. You, Dean, are her father, you have full custody of her. I want no part of being a mother.
Have a nice life Dean Singer
- Kristi
The name didn’t ring any bells, but Dallas did. The night Dean couldn’t remember was a night after a rough hunt, Sam was still hell bent on getting Dean off of his contract. She was born the day he came back from Hell.
Not sure how she found him, but the baby was no Dean’s responsibility.
“So, what are you gonna do?” Sam asked, having walked in at some point while Dean was reading his letter.
“I don’t know Sam.” Dean grumbles.
He didn’t want to raise her in this life. But knowing he’s a dad to his own child, a daughter no less. He didn’t want to give her up. Someone’s gonna know who she is just by looking at her.
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“Dean, shut her up please!” Sam shouted.
“I’m trying, she’s been fed, I don’t know what else she could possibly want!” Dean shouted back.
The poor baby had been crying for what seemed like hours, but really it’s been about 15 minutes or so.
“Come on baby girl, don’t be like that.” Dean tried to soothe her.
“Maybe she needs a diaper change.” Bobby suggested.
“Oh god.” Sam goes.
Dean just looked up at Bobby and Sam in horror and with pleading eyes.
“Don’t worry son, it’s easy.” Bobby says.
-
“What’ll you name her?” Sam asked later that night.
“I don’t know, I like Mary but that was mom’s name.” Dean says.
Dean held her as he paced Bobby’s study, thinking of a good name.
Until she stirred, opening her eyes to him revealing such unique iris’s. He see’s his green color but also see’s blue. His green is outlining the rim of the iris while the deep ocean blue fills the center.
“Sapphire.” He says.
“What?” Sam goes.
“Her eyes, they’re blue…plus I see green…but the blue is like a sapphire blue.” He says.
“That’d be a pretty name, plus Sapphire is September’s birthstone.” Sam says.
“Sapphire then, her name is Sapphire.” Dean says.
“Next hard part, middle name.” Sam says. Dean rolls his eyes with a groan.
“Still with blue, how about sky.” Dean says.
“But spelled fancy. How about S-K-Y-E?” Sam says.
“Sapphire Skye Winchester.” Dean says out loud.
“Eh, not bad, her name has meaning though.” Sam says.
“Yeah it does.” Dean goes, looking down, admiring his daughter in his arms.
She smiles at him, reaches for his face. Choking Dean up.
She knows her daddy. He thought.
“Hey Blue, yea I’m your daddy.” He tells her.
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First words. Took Dean by surprise.
He stayed home while Sam and Bobby worked a case out of Louisiana.
“Da!” she shouts. Dean whipped his head towards her with a deer in headlights look. Shocked.
“What was that?” he asks. Walking over to her high chair.
“Da! Dada!” she says. Pointing at him.
He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in, tears formed in his eyes.
This is what it feels like? He thought.
“Yeah that’s right, I’m your dad.” He says. With an ear to ear grin.
And she went back to making raspberry noises with her lips, spraying spit everywhere. Only making him smile more.
I thought I would miss this, thank god I didn’t. Dean thought.
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“Dean!” Sam shouted. “Get down here!”
Dean hurried from bed, Sam had gotten his little niece up early to eat when he noticed something. He sat her in Bobby’s study, and she had walked, on her own, to him in the kitchen, which is not very far.
Dean entered the study to find Sam holding on to her little hands.
“Go on, walk to daddy.” Sam says to her.
She turns to face him with a smile, excited to see her dad. And she slowly walks over to him.
He kneels down to her level, hold out his hands. “Come here baby, you can do it.” he encourages her.
She’d fall to her hands and knees, stumble again after a few more steps. Then in arm’s length she lets herself fall into Dean’s hands. Picking her up, holding her up in the air in celebration.
“You did it baby girl!” Dean shouted.
“What is going on down here.” Bobby grumbled.
Entering the study with the boys.
“Walk to Uncle Bobby sweetheart, you can do it.” Dean says, gently placing her on her feet.
And she slowly walked to her uncle, who smiled at her growth and progress.
And just like what she did with Dean, she did with Bobby. She let herself fall into Bobby’s hands, and he picks her up.
“You did it princess!” Bobby goes, smiling.
It’s little moments, the firsts, that make everyone whole again.
Human again.
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“Happy birthday to you!” the small family sang In the bunker’s kitchen.
“Happy birthday dear Sapphire! Happy birthday to you!” they sang.
She closes her eyes to make a wish.
And she blows out four lit candles.
“What’d you wish for?” Sam asked.
“Can’t tell or it won’t come true Uncle Sammy.” She giggles.
Sam playfully shrugs, the kind that reads ‘okay fine, if you say so’.
“Alright, lets have some cake!” Jody announces.
“Uncle Sammy.” She shakes Sam’s arm.
“What is it princess?” Sam asked, kneeling to her level.
“When’s Daddy coming home?” She asked.
“Well, he told me he was getting a very special present for a very special birthday girl.” Sam says.
She lights up. “Presents.” She goes.
“Yes, so, lets be patient and wait. I’m sure he’ll call to let me know when it’s done.” Sam says.
After cake and ice cream, Dean sent out the text to Sam. Her present is ready.
“Okay, time for presents.” Sam announces.
Jody gave her some new clothes, and a new doll from build a bear.
Garth got her some dolls from build a bear as well. One even being the exact same one Jody got her.
Kevin got her a children’s book, Stellaluna.
Sam got her another children’s book, The Teacher from the Black Lagoon and Where the Wild Things Are.
All books Dean can read to her.
He enters the library where they opened presents.
“Daddy!” she shouted, hopping out of the chair and into Dean’s arms.
“Hey there birthday girl, ready for my present?” he asked.
She gasped with a smile. “Yeah!” she shouts.
“Okay, follow me.” He tells her.
She does, she follows him down the hallway. They stood outside a room, that was once used for storage.
“Whenever your ready sweetheart.” Dean says.
She opens to door eagerly, walking into to a princess’s dream bedroom.
She had beanbag chairs, too oversized for her, in a corner of the room where a small TV sat, along with a DVD player. Her small bookshelf her uncle Sammy installed when they first moved to the bunker and gave her some of their favorite children’s books when they were kids. A ‘big girl’ bed, no longer in the toddler bed in Dean’s room, she now has her own room, her own space. Pink and purple accents littered the room.
She squeals happily.
“I love it Daddy, I love it.” she screams, clapping and jumping up and down.
Then running to her dad, giving him a hug.
“Happy Birthday Blue.” He says.
“Thank you daddy.” She says.
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I had no choice but to walk past him and I prayed he didn’t recognize me. Please, please, please, please, please.
“Y/N?” Dean asked.
Crap, I thought. “Dean,” I said. “Hey, I didn’t see you there. How are you?”
“Y/N, it’s been a while. I’m good and you?”
“I’m fine. What are you doing here?”
“I’m here for a job,” he said. “I’m staying at a motel not that far away, we should catch up.”
“I can’t,” I said. “I’m sorry. I have-”
“Mommy!” my daughter ran up to me. She wrapped an arm around my leg and started shoving her cookie in her mouth.
Dean’s eyes widened. I definitely was different then the last time I saw him, I had matured obviously.
“Um, Dean, this is my daughter, Y/D/N.”
He crouched down, eye level with Y/D/N and smiled at her.
“Hey hun, how are you?”
“I’m fwine,” she mumbled.
“How old are you?” Dean asked.
“Dean,” I said, sighing.
“I’m twee,” she said, holding up three fingers.
Dean looked up at me. “Y/N, is she mine?”
“I had no way to contact you,” I said.
“I have a daughter,” he said.
“Dean, I can’t. I can’t, she’s my daughter and I’ve raised her for the past three years, I’ve built a life for the two of us and I have a house and I’ve cleaned up my act and you’re still hunting. I can’t do that to her. I can’t do that to me. I need you to just forget about this, okay? Just forget about it.”
I picked up Y/D/N and propped her on my hip. “I’m sorry, Dean, it was good to see you.” And then I turned around and walked away.
Characters: Eden Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester (mentioned), Castiel (Mentioned)
Warnings: Language, Mention of Death
Word Count: 3241
Summary: Eden is working on a case during her spring break together with Sam and Dean
Author’s Note: I’m bad at titles. Sorry.
The case was easy: Two dead horses, their hearts ripped out, found in their boxes in the stables of Benaiah Van den Berg’s ranch around 2 a.m. Their death was similar to those of Mr. Burton’s sheep, who had his farm only a mile away from Eden’s godfather’s ranch.
Eden’s spring break had been rather boring until last night. All she did was going horseback riding in the Davy Crockett National Forest during daytime and binge watching series on Netflix at night. Only once her godfather’s new wife Polina took her to Houston for a shopping trip. Of course, that didn’t sound so bad, but now Eden that knew there was a werewolf to hunt everything appeared less exciting. Since the alarm system went off in the middle of the night, she couldn’t think of anything else but finding the monster that slaughtered two of Benaiah’s best stallions. Eden collected all the fact in a file including a map of the ranch and surrounding where she marked every house, farm or cabin in a radius of two miles, which she presented Sam and Dean after they arrived at the ranch to help Ben with his issue.
“I gotta admit I’m impressed, Eden,” Dean told his daughter.
“Yeah, you did a quite good job, Baby.” Sam agreed with him.
Eden smiled proudly. Maybe the research paid off and her dad would tag her along when they went out to hunt the werewolf. She just didn’t know when and especially how to break the news to them.
“So what are we-” she started her question, but then she saw how her dad and her uncle raised their eyebrows, “I mean you, what are you gonna do next?”
Dean looked at his brother before he answered her, “Sam and I might check out the boxes where the horses were killed.”
“I already did, there’s nothing. No footprints, no leaf of a special tree that only grows in a certain place in the woods,” Eden said dramatically “no weird smells apart from the smell of straw, horse droppings and… blood” Her voice started to shake at the end of the sentence.
“Well, maybe you should let us take a look at it because, we-” her dad pointed with his finger at Sam, then at himself and then back to Sam, “are professionals.”
Eden groaned and shot a helpless glance at Sam, who only smirked back. “Fine, I’ll show you the boxes!”
The stables were empty, the other horses were in the paddock, only Jordan the stable boy was mucking out the boxes. Eden led the boys to the place where the two stallions got slaughtered. It took them a while to inspect every corner of the two boxes.
“You were right. Nothing.” Sam said after a few minutes.
Dean groaned. “Awesome, now we have to check out every cabin on the map to find that thing. It’s gonna take us hours!”
“Not if you two split up.” Eden suggested, “Or maybe…”
“Sam and I won’t split up, Eden. So maybe what?” her dad asked her.
“Or maybe I could go with you.” The teenager said, but it sounded more like a question than an offer. The two men snorted amusedly. “What? Didn’t I just prove that really can help you?”
“No Eden. You wanted to help and that’s great and we’ll give you all the credit you want for that, but you’re not gonna go out there and risk your life for a bunch of horses.” Dean meant, lowering his voice in case Jordan could hear them.
She gave him a pleading look. “Please Daddy, please.”
“Quit begging, Eden. I said No!” he tried to explain. “And don’t Daddy me!”
“Sammy?” Eden tried the same thing with her uncle.
“No Baby, I’m with Dean on this.”
She crossed her arms and stared away. Dean rolled his eyes before he and Sam left her alone in the stables. Of course, they’d say no. To be honest she’d never expected them to say anything other than that. Now Eden was extremely mad at herself because she spent the night researching instead of sleeping.
After storming out of the stables angrily, Eden joined her father who was checking his guns in the trunk of his car. “You’re so unfair!” she yelled, “You and Sam were already hunting before you turned thirteen! I’m almost sixteen, Dad. You can’t keep me from hunting forever, it’s in my blood. I’d be a damn good hunter if you’d just let me, you know that!”
Dean closed the trunk so quickly that he almost bruised Sam’s fingers. At the sound of the slam, Eden flinched.
“Fine!” was all he said with his usually deep voice.
“Dude…What?” Sam protested and watched his brother getting in the Impala.
Eden looked confused at her uncle. “Does that mean I can come?”
“No!” he answered her, “Dean, you can’t be serious.”
“I am being serious. If Missy thinks she can hunt I say we take her on a hunt. I don’t have the nerves for another fight with her.”
The teenager took her usual seat in the back of the car with a smugly smile on her face.
“Oh and you better watch your tone when you’re talking to me!” Dean reminded her, which shut down her smile quickly.
After hours of breaking into cabins and abandoned houses, the Winchesters decided to go deeper into the forest. It was already getting dark and Eden was already getting tired, but she didn’t complain, she wouldn’t give her father and uncle that kind of satisfaction. After a while, she was so tired that she doze off for a second and stumbled which caused her to fall down.
“I’m okay!” She said, feeling a little dizzy when Sam and Dean helped her up. “I’m fine."
Dean seemed to have lost his strict father attitude because he gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ears. "I’m sure we’re close. We j-”
He got interrupted by a gunshot echoing through the trees.
“Was that a gun?” Sam asked looking around.
“Of course, these are hunting grounds. The wildlife service has its cabin like ten minutes back that way.” Eden said pointing at the road the just walked up.
“And you couldn’t think about telling us ten minutes ago?” Dean stared at his daughter, who seemed a little over-challenged with the whole situation.
She took a deep breath. “Well… Didn’t we already checked it out?”
Sam gave her a worried look before he turned around to his brother, “We should go.”
The boys started running and Eden had to follow them. She arrived at the cabin about two minutes later than the others. There was a conversation coming from inside between her father and some other man that Eden didn’t know. Completely out of breath she loaded her gun and walked inside. Sam and Dean, both with their backs turned to her, were pointing their guns at two other men, who also had their guns pointing at them. On the floor behind them lied a dead body. Eden stepped closer to her uncle so she could have a better look at the strangers. The smaller one turned out to be Jordan, the stable boy, so Eden figured the older and taller one, who kind of looked like him, was his father. In the very few talks, Eden and he had before he mentioned to her that he was living with his father since his parents’ divorce.
“What is going on here?” Eden asked while she lowered her gun, staring at Jordan.
“Stay back Eden,” Sam said trying to guard her.
She gave Jordan’s father a quizzing look, pointing at the corpse behind him. “Is that the werewolf?”
“Hush Eden!” Dean ordered his daughter.
“Are you guys hunters too?” Jordan’s father asked them whilst lowering his gun too.
Sam glanced at his older brother, then at Eden before he put his gun away. “Yeah, we are. I’m Sam, this is my brother Dean and my niece, Eden.” He extended his hand to the other hunter.
“My name is Ray and that’s my son Jordan,” Ray said and shook Sam’s hand.
“We’ve been looking for that werewolf for some time now. We hunted his pack down in Arkansas but he managed to escape.” Jordan explained to the Winchesters.
After they buried the dead werewolf in the woods, Ray drove them to the place where Dean had parked his Baby. The men had decided to have a drink together and trade some stories before they’d go separate ways.
“Does your dad always takes you hunting with him?” Dean asked his arms crossed. His question got Eden to pay attention to their conversation.
The teenage boy looked at him confused. “Like most of the time he does. Why are you asking?”
“What about school? You still go there, right? I mean you can’t be older than sixteen.” Sam said, not responding to his last question.
“I’m seventeen and yeah, I still go to school.”
Before Sam and Dean could continue their cross-examination Ray came back from his van with a bottle of whiskey in his hands. “I don’t have any glasses but…”
“We’ll be fine.” Dean smiled.
Eden sighed. That was going to be a long night. After a couple of bad jokes and half a bottle whiskey later Dean was telling them the story of the Winchester Family Business with Sam commenting after every second sentence he said.
Bored to death Eden sat on the hood of her dad’s car, going through her classmates snapchat story for the third time, trying to find out if Matt had a new girlfriend. Not that she cared, but when she came back from spring break she needed something to gossip about with Florence Atackley.
“So you’re a Winchester.” Jordan interrupted her lurking. “I always thought Benaiah was your father.”
She put her phone in the pocket of her sweatshirt and looked at him. Boy, was he hot! The muscles under his shirt, his almost black eyes, his dark skin. Eden wished boys at her school would look like that. She bit her lower lip. “Huh? No No No. See, Ben’s my godfather… and my mother’s cousin, that explains why we have the same last name.”
“And you’ve been hunting with your dad and uncle since she died?” he asked and sat down next to her. Eden noticed how her dad turned around to them for a second before he got back to his conversation.
“Well, actually I was on my first hunt today and that wasn’t really a hunt thanks to you,” Eden told him while she raised her eyebrows a little annoyed because of that.
“I’m sorry for that,” he gave a charming smile, “Maybe I can make it up to you some time.”
She smiled back, “I’m sure you can.”
Dean, who had heard every word, turned around again and knocked on his Impalas hood twice. “And I’m sure you cannot. Get in the car, Edie. We’re going home.”
Eden rolled her eyes and said goodbye to Jordan and his father before she got on the back seat. Sam, who sat down in the shotgun, looked at her and shook his head to show her his disapproval.
Even more annoyed Eden leaned out of the open car window and glanced over to her father who was talking to Ray alone. He spoke with lowered voice but Eden could hear what they were talking about.
“…Maybe you are too far down that road, but you have to keep your son away from it. My father, he raised Sam and me to become hunters, but we never actually had the chance to live a normal life. That’s why I’ve been trying to keep Eden from hunting. You can’t imagine the things I went through and I don’t want this to happen to her too. So, as a hunter and as a father I’m telling you to make sure Jordan doesn’t go down that path, ever.”
What Dean just said was nothing new to his daughter. She knew he had always felt that way. Eden leaned back in her seat. It may have been a stupid idea of begging him to tag her along, but she just wanted to be close to him and Sam since she only got to see them so infrequently. And now that her grandmother was back from death Eden didn’t even need to try to become their center of attention again.
“So? Do you think there is still food left from dinner?” Dean asked when he got in the car.
By asking that he made it pretty clear that he didn’t want to talk about what Eden just heard, so she just played along. “Maybe but you wouldn’t want to eat that. Since Polina moved in we always have some weird stuff for lunch and dinner. Something with celery and leek. She even made me eat a beet casserole.”
“What a cruel woman,” Sam said amused.
Suddenly Eden rubbed her eyes sleepily then looked at the rearview mirror just to realize the both men were watching her.
“Aw, Baby is tired!” her uncle teased her and Dean laughed.
She punched his shoulder. “Yes, I am. Can’t we just go?”
Her father nodded and started the engine. For a while, they drove in silence back to Benaiah’s ranch. Eden leaned over the back of the front seat, her head between Sam’s and Dean’s shoulders. She knew how much it annoyed them but she did it anyways.
“Are you guys already heading home tomorrow?” Eden asked them. Her dad and uncle never really liked her godfather, that’s why they never really stayed longer that they had to.
“No” Dean answered. “We’re leaving on Saturday and our coming with us, you have school on Monday, forgot?”
She shook her head, “No, I did not. But Saturday is in two days. Are you sure you want to leave Mary alone at home so long? Not that I want you to leave but… does she even know how to use the coffee maker or the microwave?”
The corner of Deans mouth twitched. “It’s very kind of you that you worry about your grandmother but it’s the other way around, actually.” He said in a sad tone. “See Eden, Mom left us.”
“Uh?” Eden arched her eyebrow but then she noticed their sad looks. “Well, I’m sorry for that.”
“No need to, Champ.”
She wrapped an arm around each of them to cheer them up a little. “You have to look at the bright side of it: You still got me and I sure as hell won’t leave you!”
It didn’t really cheer them up, she knew it didn’t, but they smiled anyway.
“I know you won’t,” Dean said and he sounded only half as sad as before.
Later that night, Eden was already in bed, Dean walked into her bedroom and sat down next to her.
“I think we should talk about today, Champ,” He told her and Eden moaned.
Sam already did that for about twenty minutes, without coming to a conclusion. “Like I already said before, you did a good job investigating the case-”
“But at the end, it wasn’t really worth anything” she interrupted him, pulling her blanket up to her chin.
“No, listen to me. You did great, Champ. Sam and I could really need your help sometimes.”
Eden glanced away from the TV to her father, half surprised half worried. “I thought I was the only one who bumped her head today.”
Dean smirked and shook his head. “The thing is, if we let you investigate for us, you’ll start to hunt soon and you know I don’t like the idea of you being a hunter. But like you said, you’re a Winchester, I mean you’re also a fancy ass Van den Berg, but you’re still a Winchester and, as hard as it might be for me to admit that, it means you’re also a hunter. Believe me, I wish it was different. You don’t have the slightest idea of what’s going on in our world, you think you do but you don’t. Which is why I’m gonna show you…”
The whole speech Eden stared at her father, wondering if he was possessed or something. The Dean she knew had sent her to a fancy ass boarding school, with her godfather’s money, because he didn’t want her to be involved in the hunting life.
“… until you wish I would’ve beaten you ass after you yelled at me this afternoon instead of tagging you along!”
She sighed in relief, which confused her dad. “Look, Daddy, I’m not that into hunting and, to be honest with you, I’m not that into spankings either.” Eden joked. Her dad never laid hand on her even if he said he would a hundred times already, so that wouldn’t scare her unless it was coming out of Sam’s mouth. “I just don’t want to be alone at home the whole time. Even with Cass home, it doesn’t change, all he does is nothing except driving me to school and picking me up afterward. You guys could just take me with you more often.” She saw how Dean opened his mouth to interrupt her, but she knew what he wanted to say. “I know I have to go to school, but I’m in sophomore year and I’m fifteen. I can go to school for the next four years tops!”
Dean gasped shockingly. “That means two years extra you are going to spent with Sam and me.”
“Would you bother?”
“Of course I wouldn’t,” he said stroking her hair, “You…You are my Baby Girl.”
“I know that Daddy” Eden smiled at him. He hadn’t called her Baby Girl in years, not since John gave him his car. “You wanna join Sammy and me for a movie night?”
“A movie night? It’s after midnight, I can’t believe Sam said agreed to that.” Dean didn’t sound angry or anything, he sounded rather calm.
Right in that moment, Sam walked in holding the complete Hobbit trilogy in his hand. He made a surprised face after he saw the two of them staring at him. “What?”
“C’mon Dad. Join us!” Eden offered again, while Sam put The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey in the DVD player.
“Fine!” Dean gave in, “But as soon as you two start geeking around and comparing the book to the movies I’m out.”
“We won’t!” she promised him, shooting cheeky smirk at Sam who winked back at her. Both of them knew that Dean would be asleep in fifteen minutes.
So Eden laid in bed between her dad and her uncle, humming the soundtrack to the movie, feeling extremely happy at the moment.
You woke up around 7am the next morning and quickly had to make your way to the bathroom. You’d been having morning sickness for the last few days, but until yesterday assumed it was just a stomach bug.
After you were feeling better you showered and got yourself cleaned up before thinking about how you were going to talk to your dad.
You decided it would be best to tell him exactly how you felt, straight forward just like you had with Sam.
Slowly you left your room and headed towards the main portion of the bunker, you knew your dad would be up seeing as it was nearly 8. When you walked through the library and he wasn’t there you headed to the kitchen to see if he was there, but you only found Sam.
“Where’s my dad?”
“”He’s outside, in the garage. Said he had some work to do on baby, you should go see him.” Sam was calm, and it calmed you down. It was like any other day, Sam was drinking coffee and trolling for cases, and your dad was working on the car. You just nodded and left to find your dad.
You slowly and quietly made your way outside, as you got closer to him a knot in your stomach continued to grow. When you were about three feet from the car you spoke up.
“Daddy” you knew he heard you, but wouldn't be surprised if he didn’t respond.
He didn't say anything but he put down the towel in his hands and turned to you. You took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking up.
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry dad. I never meant for this to happen, I was dumb and irresponsible and it’s all my fault. I’m so sorry….” You took a second to pause, to keep yourself from crying and he stayed silent.
“I need you, I can’t lose my dad. I know how much I messed up, but I’m really scared, I don't know what to do and I need you, I need my dad. I know you hate me, but I need you and I’ll do anything-”
“I don't hate you y/n, You’re my kid, you’re my baby. I could never hate you, it’s my job to look out for you and make sure you’re always okay. This scares me too.” That wasn’t what you expected, he was supposed to yell and scream and call you a slut. He was so calm, he was so much like your dad.
“W-what, yesterday you-” you couldn’t finish, you were crying again, and before you knew it you were wrapped tightly in your dad's arms.
“Y/n i was terrible to you yesterday, I was mean and horrible and I said disgusting things. I would take every word of it back if I could. I never wanted to hurt you baby girl, I’m so sorry.” You just nodded, you didn't have any words left, you were just happy to have your dad back.
“Dad can you pass the orange juice?”
It had been three days since you and your dad had made up and things were going good. After you had made up your dad called and set up an appointment with a doctor to have you and the baby checked out, which is where you were heading later today.
“Here you go, don’t forget we have to leave here in 20. So be ready. I’ve got to shower because I’m pretty sure there's still Djinn in my hair.” Since you found out about the baby Sam and your dad hadden’t let you go on hunts, but they were still taking cases that were close to the bunker until you got a little further along.
“That’s disgusting, I think I’m gonna hurl.”
“Really y/n, benched for a week and you’re already getting soft on me. Come on.”
“No dad I’m actually gonna hurl.” Which was true, your morning sickness had been getting worse since you found out. You quickly jumped from the kitchen stool and ran to the nearest bathroom.
20 minutes later you and your dad were both cleaned up and ready to leave when you started to get nervous about the appointment. You had decided that you wanted to carry the baby to term, but you weren’t sure whether or not you would be able to keep it and raise it. You knew you would love this baby, with everything you had, but growing up a hunter wasn’t good for anyone.
When you were in the car your dad started to notice something was wrong.
“Y/n what’s going on, are you feeling okay?”
“Dad, what if something's wrong with the baby?” It was something you had been thinking about since your dad made this appointment
“If, anything is wrong we will deal with it. Because we’re Winchester’s, and we deal with things professionally. That said, I think this baby will be just fine, because we winchesters are due for some good.” Your dad reached over with one hand and grabbed yours, he always knew how to calm you down.
You pulled up to the office about 15 minutes early, it was your first visit so you had loads of paperwork to fill out. You and your dad both grabbed your fake ID’s and made your way inside.
“Alright Miss. Dawson, it looks like you are about 12 weeks along, so I’m gonna want to start your prenatal care right away. I normally like to see mom’s between 6 and 8 weeks, is there a reason you waited so long?” You were not prepared for all this information, and questions, hell you weren’t even really sure what prenatal care included.
You grabbed your dad’s hand and took a deep breath before looking back to your doctor, “Well I actually only found out about a week ago. This uh- wasn’t planned.” It felt weird, like you were guilty for not coming sooner, but you didn’t even know there was a reason to come sooner.
“That’s fine it’s not too unusual to miss the signs in the first few weeks, especially if you don’t have a regular period, or something along those lines. Now since you are 12 weeks your baby is plenty big enough to see on the scan, do you want to take a look?” You quickly nodded your head anxious to see this little baby.
The gel was cold on your stomach, but you hardly noticed, you were too excited. Sure you had been nervous as hell about the idea of this baby, you still were but that didn’t mean you weren’t in love with it already.
“Okay, so here is the feet, and theses are the arms, ands hands, and here is the head.” Your OB easily found all the parts of your baby, she told you it was a good size, and everything looked good.
That was when you knew you were going to keep this baby, growing up would be hard but your dad was right. You were a Winchester, and so is your baby, and Winchesters make things work.
Characters: Eden Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, OC!Matt, Castiel (Mentioned)
Warnings: Language, Violence
Word Count: 1897
Summary: the Winchesters domestic life, Troublemaker!Eden (again), some heartbreak
A/N: So, I thought about doing a couple of one shot about 1- 10-year-old Eden, to clear up some things about her past and her relationships with Dean, Sam, Bobby, John etc., what do you guys think about that?
“And you’re sure she’s already up?” Dean asked his younger brother, checking his watch again. He had to take her to school in twenty minutes or else she would be late for her first class.
The brothers had agreed to let Eden stay home for another day so she could rest before getting back to school. Of course, Eden completely disagreed with that. She told them that now there were only three days to go until her spring break and begged them to call her off school for those three days so she could visit her godfather early this years since she couldn’t spend Christmas with him. But all that begging was worth nothing.
“Yes, Dean. I’m sure. I made her get out of my bed this morning.” Sam assured him, rolling his eyes. When his niece was five years old he would let her sleep in his bed to make her feel safe. Two years ago, after Eden moved back home from boarding school, he realized that it had been a bad decision since Eden barely slept in her own room when Sam was home.
Shortly after Sam finished his sentence, Eden walked into the kitchen a sleepy look on her face, clucking her backpack behind her. Her outfit looked like she had dressed up in three seconds and her hair was a mess, but her make-up was on point.
“Well, good morning, Sweetheart!” Mary greeted her.
“Mornin’,” she mumbled back and sat down next to her father. “Do we still have waffles?”
“We did, five minutes ago,” Dean told her before he took a drink of coffee from his World’s Second Greatest Dad mug, which Eden got him for his last birthday. “Here, have a toast.” He dropped a slice of bread on her plate.
Eden fixed herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and slowly started eating. She clearly wasn’t in a good mood.
“Is that a scrunchie?” Sam suddenly asked her pointing at the black velvet hair tie around her wrist, trying to cheer her up a bit. She answered with a nod. “I thought those things went out of style twenty years ago!”
Everyone stared surprised at Sam, wondering why he knew about these things. Eden was the first one to reply. “You went out of style twenty years ago.”
“Since when do you let her talk to me like that?” Sam asked Dean surprised when he heard him laughing. Usually, Dean wouldn’t let his daughter be so cheeky with them.
His brother rolled his eyes and so did Eden.
After breakfast, Dean drove his daughter to school. When he parked the Pickup Cass had stolen in front of the building Eden still made an upset face. She had even started pouting.
“Okay Champ, something is clearly bothering you,” Dean said, “What is it? Mom? Or those Brits?”
Eden didn’t really think about them, she simply got used to her dad and uncle bringing home people, who she had never seen before and she didn’t care about the British Men of Letters because after all, they were civilized human beings. “None of it. I just don’t wanna get in there,” she answered him nodding at the big redbrick building.
“Well, that’s just too bad,” her father went through her dark hair with his hand, “and now move your ass!”
“Fine!” Eden muttered, “Will you pick me up?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Yeah, please!” she begged a little. Her dad could be quite good at comforting her when he knew that he wasn’t the one who made things unpleasant for her in the first place.
“Then I’ll try.” he smiled.
Eden smiled back, then picked up her backpack and got out of the car.
The entire eight hours of school Eden wouldn’t say a word unless her teachers told her to. She even managed to ignore Matt for a little longer. She knew he wanted to know what happened a couple days ago, but Eden just didn’t want to talk about it. After school, the talk Eden was trying to avoid happened. Matt had caught up with her while she was waiting for her dad to show up.
“Eden.” he greeted her, “What the hell is wrong with you?” The blonde guy seemed to be pretty mad at her.
She looked at him, unsure if she should answer him since some of their classmates were still around. “Nothing” she simply said and stared away, hoping the Pickup or the Impala would drive around the corner.
“Nothing? So you’re literally saying that you showed up at my house having a mental breakdown because of nothing? And that you’ve been ignoring me because of nothing?” Matt asked her angrily, which just made Eden roll her eyes. “What? Are we in fucking preschool?”
When she didn’t answer he continued, “See, I actually thought that we could trust each other and tell each other everything because that’s what I’ve been doing for like the past year, but now I am so sick of your goddamn bullshit, Eden, I am so fucking sick of it!”
“Hm, let me help you out a little.” the teenage girl started, already fed up with the situation “We are not a thing, Matt! I am not your girlfriend and I owe you nothing! We agreed on that, remember?”
Suddenly Matt’s anger turned into an attitude, “You knew that I wanted things to be different. I once really liked you, Eden, but that was before I realized that you’re just a little bitch, who had been using me for whatever stupid cause you made up in that pea brain of yours. And in that way, even Shirley Chambers would be better for me that you!”
“I don’t feel that way,” she said regarding his last sentence. Maybe she was a little bitch and maybe he used to like her her, but there was no way Shirley Chambers was better than her.
“Sometimes I think you don’t feel anything…except maybe for your uncle, which by the way would be exactly your kind of crazy shit.”
That hit Eden hard, but probably not as hard as her fist hit Matt’s nose. He stumbled backward, holding his bleeding nose and glancing at her shockingly. “You dumb whore!”
A voice angrier and louder that Matt’s echoed through the school yard. “Eden Marie Van den Berg Winchester! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Eden spun around seeing her angry father walking up to her. “Please Dad, let me explain!” she tried to calm him down before he could reach her.
“Oh, that better be a damn good explanation!” Dean said while checking Matt’s nose and asking him if he was okay. After Matt answered with a nod, he turned around to his daughter, “Otherwise I’ll whoop your ass when we get home and this time I’m serious!”
The teenage girl swallowed hard. She felt extremely humiliated by her dad and that in front of her classmates. But she replied with her jaw clenched, finger pointing at Matt, “He’s the one who needs the ass whooping. He called me a little bitch, then claimed that I and Sam are having a thing and then he called me a dumb whore!“
Dean really tried hard to control his anger when he started speaking to Matt again. "How dare you! You have not the germ of an idea of what my family went through. So you better keep your mouth shut and stay the hell away from my daughter, boy, or I swear to god I’m gonna rip your lungs out! You hear me?”
“Ye-es Sir!” he stammered intimidated.
“Good!” he said before he looked back at his daughter, commanding her to get in the car.
Eden obeyed. She didn’t want to get in more trouble than she probably already was.
Her Dad started lecturing her as soon as he pulled the car out of the parking lot, “I can’t believe what you just did, Eden. Seriously, I thought Sam made himself pretty clear the last time you got into a fight.”
But Eden hardly listened to him talking. She just stared out of the window, watching the neighborhood passing by while thinking about what Matt said. When he said he liked her he actually meant that he was in love with her, otherwise, Matt would have broken up with her months ago. It was so stupid of Eden not so see that. She knew that now, and still she would be lying if she told him that she felt the same. Of course, she liked spending time with him, but only if her dad, Sam or Cass weren’t home. Maybe Eden just wasted his time, maybe she used him.
“…And that’s exactly why you have to learn to control your damn temper, Eden!” Dean finished, then realized that his daughter didn’t hear a word he said.
“Eden…Come on, won’t you try defending yourself?”
“Huh?”
“Please don’t tell me he broke your heart.” he said and Eden shook her head, but he didn’t see that, “I get it, Champ. I was a teenager once too.”
“Yeah, a couple lives ago,” she joked, but earned a stern glance from her father,
“He did not break my heart, he just said some things that I have to deal with.”
“Fine, just talk to Sam about it, or maybe even Cass, before it eats you up inside, okay?” Of course, Dean wouldn’t want to hear her emotional breakup story, he thought that she only did this to herself. A fifteen-year-old shouldn’t be in any kind of relationship with any boy.
“Okay.”
Back home Dean parked the stolen car in the garage and continued fixing his Baby, which still was damaged after “that British Bitch” crashed it. Eden just wandered off to the kitchen, where she spent the next thirty minutes on her phone while eating a bowl of cereal.
Her uncle decided to join her when he passed the kitchen. “Hey, Baby. Are you okay?” Sam asked her after he noticed her pensive look.
His niece shrugged her shoulders, “Don’t know”.
Clearly, Eden wasn’t okay, but also didn’t want to talk about it, Sam knew that. He just put his arm around her shoulder to comfort her.
“Sam, do you think we’re too close to be niece and uncle?” she suddenly asked.
The younger Winchester brother glanced at her surprised. “I actually never thought about that. Why would you wanna know?”
“Just reasons.”
“I don’t know. You were more like a daughter to me. I mean, after all, I did raise you.”
Eden looked up at him and smiled weakly. “And I have to admit, you did a quite good job.”
Her uncle laughed, “Okay, what is it? Did you got a bad grade or why are you trying to butter me up?”
The teen lowered her head and said with a shaky voice: “Matt broke up with me.”
And Sam wouldn’t answer. He just hugged her tight and hold her until she’d calm down.
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Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, OC Eden, Castiel(Mentioned)
Word Count: 1456
Warnings: Language
Summary: Dean trying to bond with Eden again
Back home Eden went straight to her room and laid down on her bed, staring at the framed picture of Shawn Mendes on her nightstand. She was so disappointed at her dad for falling back into old patterns and she was so mad at herself for believing he wouldn’t. All she wanted right now was getting Sam back.
Her phone rang. It was Matt, who was already calling for the fifth time today, but Eden ignored the call just like the ones before.
Someone was walking down the hallway to Eden’s door. She could easily hear who it was. A few seconds later her dad opened the door. He sat down on her bed and Eden turned her back at him.
“Please, just leave me alone.” she muttered into her pillow.
Dean placed his hand on her leg trying to soothe her a little. “Hey, I just came to talk.”
“Well, it sure is too late for that!” Eden said annoyed and pushed his hand away.
“Eden!” Dean raised his voice.
“No!” she cut him off, “If you want to do me a favor then you can leave, but don’t try to talk to me, it’s just gonna make things worse.”
“But I’m just wanna make things better.” he said, now calmer.
“Then leave! And don’t try to solve this little problem, you’re definitely going to make the wrong decision!” Eden yelled at him.
Dean stared back at his daughter, surprised by her behavior. “Everything I did today was to protect you from getting hurt. You can’t blame me for trying to protect you, Eden. Don’t you do that!”
She raised her eyebrows, “Oh, no. You don’t seriously think this is about what you did, don’t you?”
“Well, then what is this about? Please enlighten me, Miss Smartmouth!”
Eden laughed at her father’s stupidity and didn’t answer. He could figure this out by himself since he always knew what to do anyways. When Dean realized that he wasn’t going to get an answer, he angrily left his daughters room. Eden hid under her blanket. It wasn’t about what her father had done, it was about how he had done it. She knew that he tried to keep her from getting hurt or worse, but that wasn’t a reason to treat her like a little kid with behavioral disorders. She usually always did what her dad had told her to do, even if she didn’t want to do it, so there had never been a reason for Dean to react like that.
Eden had left her room exactly three times, once to get something to eat and twice to use the toilet, before Sam knocked on her door. Without waiting for an answer he walked in.
“Sammy!” she yelled and jumped into his arms, happy to see him alive and healthy.
“Oh, Baby. I’m so glad you’re okay!” he said relieved as he hugged her back.
Eden buried her face in his shoulder to keep herself from crying. After a long hug, they sat down on her bed “So, what did they do to you? You look surprisingly good.”
“Yeah, well. They tortured me but I’m okay now, thanks to Cass.” Sam told her smiling, then more concerned. “I actually thought they would get you too.”
“But they didn’t,” Eden, who was still hugging his arm, answered her uncle.
Sam kissed her forehead and stroked her hair. Both remained in this position for a while. “So… My mom is back from death.”
“I know. Still freaks me out and I guess her too,” she said, remembering the first time they met. It was super awkward.
“I-I just don’t know how to act around her, you know? And I have no idea what to say to her… It’s just…”
“Weird?” Eden finished his sentence and he nodded. “Maybe we all just need some time to adjust. I mean, a lot of shit has happened the past few days.”
“You couldn’t think of any other way to say this, huh?” Sam smirked. He wanted to change the subject because he knew how bad Eden was in giving encouraging speeches. “Anyways, we bought food and don’t tell me you’re not hungry…” He stood up and mumbled, “after all you’re still your father’s daughter.”
The teenager started biting her lower lip. She sure was hungry, but she didn’t want to face her dad at all.
“Baby, I wasn’t asking,” her uncle said tugging at her shirt. “Come on.”
So Eden followed Sam to the war room, where the world map table was already set with paper plates and fast food. Dean and Mary were already eating. She sat down opposite of her dad but avoided eye contact. Eden grabbed some fries and chicken, staring down at Siberia on the world map, wondering if the weather there was as bad as her geography teacher once told her.
Dean noticed that his daughter still had the big bruise on her left cheek and he started to regret what he said to her yesterday. “Eden, why wouldn’t let Cass fix you up?”
His daughter replied by giving him her death stare, which Dean had been familiar with for almost sixteen years now. Everytime Eden had been mad her father but couldn’t yell at him, mostly because she was afraid of what would happen after she did, she would just give him this hatred look.
Eden quickly ate up so she could go back to her room or perhaps take a shower. She could feel the unpleasant atmosphere in the room and she hated it. “Can I please go now?”
“Fine, go!” Dean dismissed her and she stood up.
As soon as she was gone Mary turned towards Dean, “So she won’t talk to you?”
He shook his head sadly, so Sam decided to back his brother up a little, “Well, Eden might be a cutie but she can be pretty stubborn,” he said, then looked at Dean, “I wonder where she got that from.”
Both Mary and Dean smiled weakly.
“When I saw her standing next to you, Dean, I thought: Wow, she looks a lot like you. But when you look closely, you can see that she also kinda looks like John.” Mary told her sons.
“Yeah, well don’t tell her that. Eden hates to hear it. I mean, what girl wants to look like her father or grandfather.” Dean meant. Everyone, who knew John and had met Eden, said exactly the same thing.
“Understood,” his mother said, “Anyone wants dessert?”
After Dean had finished half of blueberry pie, he decided to try and talk to his daughter again. When he entered her room she was lying on her bed again, wearing pajamas and her fuzzy pink robe, a towel wrapped around her head. She was reading in her Biology book to catch up with all the stuff she missed at school the past few days.
“Eden” he began, but she just rolled her eyes, “Please, hear me out!”
The teenage girl looked up to him. “What is it, Dad?”
Dean took a deep breath,“See, I already told you that everything I ever did was only to protect you, but maybe I’ve been too strict with you. I should have never taken parenting advice from your grandpa.”
Eden actually seemed to listen to him.
“And I should have been there for you when you needed me and not push you away.”
“Damn right you shouldn’t!” his daughter turned her head away from him. At least he knew now what he did wrong.
Dean stepped closer to her bed. He took something out of the pocket of his jeans, which appeared to be the amulet Sam gave to him once. Eden’s jaw dropped. She hasn’t seen that thing in years.
“I want you to have it.” Dean gave it to his daughter slowly, “I know how much you loved it when you were younger.”
“But…” Eden first wanted to say that she couldn’t accept his gift, but then she realized that it was a part of her dad’s peace offer. “Thank you.” She knew that now it was her turn to apologize, so she had to swallow her pride, “Maybe I’ve been acting a little bit…bratty. I probably shouldn’t have talked to you like that yesterday and today.”
“Damn right you shouldn’t!” he mocked her voice, while she softly pinched her cheek.
Eden smiled, staring down at the leather necklace. She knew things were okay. At least for now.
Warnings : Let’s be honest, it’s Flangst. Starts off Angsty but I promise, there’s fluffy cuteness. Character death,
Square filled : Holding hands.
Written for : @spnfluffbingo
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Dean tried to push you out, push you away. He did everything he could not to get close, not to let you fall. He was scared. Scared that if he loved you, he’d lose you. And if he lost you, he’d never be able to love again.
But fall he did. And so did you.
Dean loved you with everything he had. He made it work as best he could doing what he did. And so had you. Always understanding when he had to go, always welcoming him back with open arms when he returned. Holding him through the nightmares when he was home, and listening him to snore over the phone when he wasn’t.
And through it all, Dean was scared. He knew it was coming, he had warned you a million times, but you refused to go, refused to leave him. He didn’t know how it would happen, he just knew it would.
It wasn’t what he expected.
He never got a chance to never love after you, because you didn’t die because of some monster, some demon. It wasn’t a death he could have prevented, or even helped stop. It had been unexpected, but not in vain. Your death had meant something, at least that’s what Sam told him.
You had died giving him a daughter.
Dean had been holding your hand, glancing over to where the doctors cleaned her up, glancing to his brother who was leaning over to look down at her and telling Dean how beautiful she was, when suddenly your hand went slack. “Baby?” The last words he ever said to you, the last ones you heard before the doctors started rushing around, trying to stop the hemorrhaging.
You were rushed out, Dean running along side and yelling at Sam to “Stay with the baby!”
But soon, you were gone.
Dean sat in a chair in the hall, tears in his eyes but unable to move. “Dean..”
“Not now, Sammy.” Dean stared blankly at the floor.
“You haven’t even held her, or seen her-”
“I said not now!” Dean growled, glaring up.
“Go see your daughter, Dean.”
“I-I can’t.”
Sam furrowed his brow and sat down in the chair next to Dean. “Why not?” Dean shook his head, and was about to open his mouth when Sam cut him off. “If you’re about to say I won’t understand, you’re wrong. Remember how I was after Jess?” Dean nodded. “I get it, Dean. And I’ll be here for you like you were for me. But someone needs to be here for that little girl. Your little girl.”
“I’m scared, Sammy.”
“Of what?”
Dean shook his head. “What if I can’t do it?”
“I’m here, I’ll help.”
“What if I can’t get over it?” Dean looked to his brother again. “What if I can’t love her? What if every time I look at her, I see her mother dying? What if-”
“Just try, Dean. You need to at least try. Go see her. Come on.” Sam pat his brother on the knee and got up. He took a step, then turned. “She’s beautiful, Dean. Just go see her. Hold her. At least once. Then, we’ll figure out what to do.”
Dean didn’t even nod as he got up and followed his brother. He moved through the halls, eyes downcast and watching Sam’s feet on the floor in front of him. Sam slowed, and started talking to someone, but Dean didn’t even look up.
“I was about to go in and feed her..”
“It’s fine, we’ll do it, if that’s okay?” Sam gave the nurse a soft smile, and she looked to Dean. “He’s taking it all pretty hard. I’m hoping this helps a bit.”
“It might.” She gave Sam a sad smile and handed over the small bottle. “I’ll check in in a bit.”
“Thanks.” Sam turned into a room, and Dean followed, still not looking up. Not even when Sam stopped. Dean just stopped behind him. “Dean?”
“Hm?” Dean looked up as Sam turned, the tiny baby looking impossibly tinier in his arms, and his breath caught in his throat.
“Wanna hold her?”
“No, Sam, I-”
“You should hold her at least once before you decided to bail, Dean. You owe Y/N that much.”
Dean swallowed. “I don’t even know how..”
Sam laughed. “It’s like the shifter baby, only it’s not shedding skin every five minutes.”
Dean shot his brother a glare, but gently took the baby from him. His baby. Dean held his breath as he stood there awkwardly. Sam motioned over to a chair, and Dean moved to sit in it. “What now?”
Sam smiled and held out a bottle. “Bet she’s getting hungry.”
Dean brought the bottle’s nipple to the baby’s mouth, and he watched as she latched right on to it, suckling gently and drinking down the formula. “She’s cute..” He mumbled softly.
“You’re just saying that because she looks like you.” Sam teased as he sat on one of the other chairs near by.
“You think?”
Sam nodded. “A baby looks more like their father the first few years of life so they’re less likely to be abandoned.”
“Seriously?” Dean looked up at Sam who shrugged.
“It’s what they say. It’s harder to deny it’s yours if it looks like you.” Sam gave him a soft smile. “But she is cute. I think she’s reaching out for you.”
Dean looked back down to see one little arm up, and he smiled. He stuck out his pinky, and when those tiny fingers wrapped around it, he was done for. This was his little girl, the new love of his life. He smiled at her, tears running down his cheeks.
“So what’s the plan, Dean?”
Dean sighed, and sniffled back the snot and tears. “I’m going to do my best by her, like I did her mother.”
Sam smiled. “I knew you would.”
“Come on, Dad!” Dean smiled as the small hand wrapped around his and dragged him along down the street. “We’re going to be late!”
“Why don’t I just drive you?” He laughed. “I’ll just grab my keys and-”
“No! I can do this!”
She didn’t let up as she hurried along ahead of him and her grip tightened. “Okay, okay.” He relented with a smile. As they rounded the corner and saw other parents and kids waiting for the bus, Dean slowed. “Are you sure you want to do this kiddo? Sammy can home school you for another year, and-”
“Daad.” She whined and turned with a pout. And in that moment, she looked her age, she looked like a 6 year old girl, but when the pout was gone, and her mouth was opened again, she was every bit a little lady. Every bit the mother she never got to know. “I want to go to school with the other kids. I want to take the bus. I’ll be okay, Daddy. You and uncle Sammy taught me everything.”
Dean sighed and nodded. “You call if anything, you got it? Emergency phone is in your bag. You have your silver pen uncle Sammy gave you, and I tucked some salt in the small pocket, so-”
“Dad.” She gave him a look he’d gotten a thousand times from you. “I know.”
Dean just nodded and squeezed her hand in his. “Be safe, princess.”
“It’s just school, Dad.” She laughed.
“Yeah. Just school.” He lifted her hand up to his lips as the bus pulled in. “Be good.”
“I will. Bye daddy, I love you!” She let go of his hand and ran to join the other kids in boarding the bus.
“I love you too.” Dean smiled. He watched as the bus pulled out, and she gave him a wave in the window before turning to talk to one of the kids sitting behind her. With a sigh, Dean looked down at his hand, missing her already.
Since that first day in the hospital, that first grasp of her hand around his finger, he held on to her, held her hand and reminded her how much he loved her every chance he got. Because he loved her. And when Dean Winchester loved someone, it didn’t always last.
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