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Dean x Reader

Tease by @sdavid09

Just a Dream by @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki

All I Ask by @you-are-not-in-my-contacts-list

The World Gets In Your Way by @nichelle-my-belle

New Arrival - Daddy!Dean by @supernaturallymarvellous

It’s Not Fair by @chelsea-winchester

Good To You (Pt. 20) by @quiddy-writes

Two Beds by @imadeangirl-butimsamcurious

Where It All Began (College AU): Apartment Hunting by @supernatural-jackles

Sam x Reader

You’re My Superhero by @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms

Time Moved On by @impala-dreamer

The Babysitter by @revwinchester

One Last Dance by @megansescape

The One with the Boobies by @notnaturalanahi

Cas x Reader

Mysterious Black Substance by @castielxreaders

Finding An Excuse by @thegreatficmaster

Crowley x Reader

The Game of Love by @roxy-davenport

RPF/OC

Accidents Happen (Jared x Reader) by @impalaimagining

Girlfriend? (Pt. 3) (Jared x Taylor) by @impalaimagining

Destination Ackles (Jensen x Reader) by @creatively-charlie

Whiskey and You (Jensen x Reader) by @iwriteaboutdean

Lifetime Of Firsts: First Meetings (Matt x Nini) by @thegreatficmaster

So Cute (Jared x Reader) by @not-moose-one-shots

Non-Reader Pairing/Non-Reader Works/Non-Romantic Pairing

Gravity by @mamaredd123

A Little Too Late (Pt. 35) by @lucifersagents

Dean knew this was a mistake from the start. Why did he ever even offer to do this when neither of them wanted to be there?

Maybe because Jack was all Dean had left and he had to fight to keep him too.

Sam had a wife and three year old son, a girl on the way. Dean was happy about that. Sam deserved to be happy. Cas had found a friend, an angel friend that treated him well and even if it wasn’t called marriage by angel rules, they were forever. Dean was happy about that. Cas deserved to be happy.

Dean wasn’t so sure he deserved to be happy.

He’d been happy for a little while. The decision to retire wasn’t an easy one but it wasn’t hard either. None of them were getting any younger and Dean knew his older guy charm wouldn’t last forever.

He hadn’t expected when the pretty blonde turned around to recognize the face. Not his first love but she was the second. First girl he’d ever legitimately bought a drink for, not to get in her pants but because Dean needed an excuse to talk to her more.

Just over sixteen years it’d been. Jessie, a single mom with a sixteen year old. Dean thought they’d been careful that night but there was always the chance of an accident happening anyways. He just happened to be that accident.

She wasn’t hurt or upset. She told him Jack was the best thing that ever happened to her. She knew about the hunting and knew it best to keep them separate from that life.

Dean was still as in love with her as ever only now he had a horrifying guilt. He was that guy, the love ‘em and leave ‘em who left Jessie alone to raise a kid. Somehow, she managed to not make it hurt as much with just a few kind words. Dean had been drifting around for a few weeks, unsure of where to go and decided to stick around, try to apologize for the wrong he did.

Dean was more nervous than Jack when they met, that was for sure. Dean knew every thought his son had about him and he didn’t blame him one bit. Jack couldn’t help but be a little in awe, looking at Dean, noticing they had the same eyes, that their hair curled up the same direction. He hadn’t quite hit his growth spurt yet but the little, lean guy looked hopefully that maybe he’d get some of Dean’s other genes to kick in.

It was easy with Jessie, Dean sliding into their lives like he belonged. Soon enough they were doing the whole living together, married, kid on the way thing. Dean always kept an eye on Jack though, wanted him to feel included, that he was always wanted by Dean.

Dean never expected Jack to ever feel the same way, he just couldn’t. Too many years of neglect and pain couldn’t be washed away like that. But Dean saw that Jack was excited for his mom and the newbie on the way.

Until it was Dean and Jack, driving home in Baby from the cemetery, neither saying a word. Half their family was gone and Jack gave Dean a look that said as soon as he was out of high school and off to college, Dean would never see him again.

Dean didn’t realize he’d lose everything that day.

Dean barely saw Jack after that, only in the mornings or at night, only in the brief times when he came to get his dinner and would take it upstairs to eat. He hit his growth spurt that summer, settling at six foot, just under Dean, his muscles growing and the weight packing on as well when he’d joined football. Dean was never that strong at that age and he wondered in bed one night if Jack was doing it just so he could punch Dean in his face one day.

He’d deserve it anyway.

“How’s school going?” asked Dean, breaking the silence for the first time in hours. Jack ignored him as he listened to his music, staring out the window. Dean reached over and pulled one of the earbuds out. “Uncle Sammy said the Stanford board was impressed by your application.”

“That’s cool, I guess,” said Jack, putting his music back on. Dean wondered how tense this would get when Jack realized his phone wasn’t going to work out in the middle of the forest. Only three days alone with his son, nothing to distract them from one another.

Why was that the scariest thing Dean Winchester had ever faced?

It was another few hours before Dean was pulling into a parking spot on the edge of the forest. He turned off the engine and went over to the small park station while Jack sat in his seat, probably texting his friends that this was cruel and unusual punishment.

“Hey,” said Dean, walking inside. “I called a week ago, said me and my son are going camping and hunting this weekend?”

“Winchesters?” asked the girl behind the counter. Dean nodded and she smiled, pulling out some paperwork. “Here’s you and your son’s hunting licenses,” she said, sliding over the two small cards. “Just sign in with your expected departure date so the guys can come looking if we don’t see that you’ve signed out.”

“You guys do things by the book here, huh?” joked Dean, signing in as he shoved the cards in his back jean pocket.

“You have a weeklong permit so if you decide on more than the three days you or your son can run back and just change it,” she said. Dean had to fight from rolling his eyes. Three days was hard enough. A week and Jack would kill him.

By the time Dean was back at Baby, Jack was waiting outside, his backpack and rifle on the pavement. Dean gave him his license without Jack looking away from his phone. Dean sighed as he pulled out his backpack and shotgun. It was small game season and Dean wasn’t much in the mood to kill anything ever again but that didn’t mean he went unprotected, even in the woods.

“Ready?” asked Dean, locking up baby and stashing his keys in his pack, Jack shoving his phone in one of the pockets. He didn’t say anything but just took off, Dean sighing again as he put on his pack and followed after.

“This looks like a good spot,” said Dean after a few hours, finding a nice clearing that seemed far away from any animals hunting trails. Jack took that as a sign to sit down on a nearby log and slip off his pack, clearly saying Dean was doing all the work.

“Can you fill up some water for us?” asked Dean, tossing him his jug, Jack catching it with ease. “Good reflexes.”

“Whatever,” said Jack, taking both nearly empty jugs to the nearby stream.

“Well he spoke at the very least,” said Dean to himself, setting about getting the tent in place. Jack was gone only ten minutes but Dean was already done, poking at a fire when he got back. 

“How’d you do all that?” said Jack, unable to keep his curiosity from getting the better of him. Dean shrugged.

“I went camping a lot with your uncle and grandpa, got used to moving fast,” said Dean. Jack tossed him his now full jug and Dean caught it with one hand, placing it beside him. Jack sat back on the log, next to Dean, neither saying anything as they rested in silence.

“I don’t really want to go hunting this weekend,” said Jack suddenly, breaking Dean from his haze.

“I know, we don’t have to,” said Dean. “Just needed an excuse.”

“An excuse?” asked Jack, turning to face Dean.

“Yeah, to have the guns,” said Dean, thinking nothing of it. When Jack started to move away he realized he was talking to a normal person, not a hunter. “For protection.”

“Protection from what?” asked Jack, standing and choosing to sit in one of the fold up chairs they’d brought, on the other side of the fire, as far away from Dean as he could get.

“Anything that could want to hurt you, Jack,” said Dean, poking at the fire again.

“You realize that’s pretty fucked up?” he said, Dean’s head snapping up.

“You realize this is the longest you’ve held a conversation with me in a year?” said Dean. “Now that’s fucked up. I’ve always been the fucked up one in this kid. Go ahead and hate me and think I’m some psycho for wanting you to be safe and just go hiking, do what you want this weekend. God knows we’re both only out here because Sam thinks I’m depressed and this’ll help, you’re here because he held that recommendation over your head like an ass.”

“He didn’t do that,” said Jack, staring at the fire, much like Dean. “Are you? Depressed?”

“No, Jack, I’m fine,” said Dean, standing and heading into the tent. “Let’s just have dinner.” When Dean came back out with a few over the fire meals, he didn’t expect Jack to be standing there, right in his face.

“You did that with mom a lot,” said Jack, Dean skirting past him and over to the fire. “You did that too.”

“Jack, what do you want me to say?” said Dean. “Do you want me to regret coming back? Fine, I regret it. I should have left you two be. You would have her if I left well enough alone.”

“You regret that I exist, got in the way of you and mom and having the kid you actually wanted, not the accident son,” said Jack, sitting down in the chair. 

“If I had known you existed, I would have dropped everything and come running,” said Dean. “I can’t fix that.”

“What changed that mom wouldn’t say two words about you growing up to suddenly you’re welcomed back with open arms?” asked Jack, glaring over with that Winchester stare.

“i won’t ever tell you that,” said Dean, tilting his head. “You have to trust me on this.”

“Trust you? Why the hell should I fucking trust you?” asked Jack, Dean ready to punch something or breakdown, he wasn’t sure.

“It’s the reason there are guns out here, Jack,” said Dean, standing up and pointing at the weapons. “I am protecting you. I will always protect you no matter how much you can’t stand me. There are things you will never know about me, things you can’t ever know for your safety,” said Dean.

“You want me to trust you, tell me one honest thing about yourself, just one,” said Jack, standing up as well, the fire the only thing keeping him from flying one of his fists in Dean’s direction.

“I love you,” said Dean, the words coming out quieter than he’d hoped. “I’m terrified of what happens when you go to college and you kick me out of your life.”

“I don’t love you,” said Jack, the words taking the fight out of Dean. He only nodded and sat back down, not caring that he’d finally broken for good and would have to wait three days to be alone and let it out.

“We should have dinner,” Dean got out, only a small waiver to his voice.

“I knew it, you don’t care,” said Jack, walking over and shoving Dean’s shoulder. “If you cared you’d tell me I’m wrong, that you’d fight for me.”

“I’ve seen this play out before kid, with Sam and your grandpa,” said Dean, Jack looking taken aback. “Grandpa pushed and guess what? Sam left us and they barely got a chance to makeup before he died. Sam was gone, grandpa left me, your grandma, did you even know she died when I was 4? I was alone. I know how to be alone and I’ll do it again. Just because I won’t push you doesn’t mean I won’t spend the rest of my life looking out for you, even if you don’t know it.”

“Good,” said Jack, sitting down next to Dean, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

“Good what?” asked Dean, watching Jack try to keep it together.

“You care,” he got out before he had to turn his back. Dean let him get it out of his system, putting a hand on his back, rubbing slow circles into it. “Sorry,” he said by the time the food was done, letting Dean catch part of his puffy face.

“You don’t have to apologize,” said Dean, running a hand on Jack’s shoulder tentatively but finding it seemed to calm him down. “Winchester men can be tough as nails but we sure know how to cry.”

“Did you really not have anyone?” asked Jack, taking the tin of food Dean handed him.

“For a little while, yeah,” said Dean, picking at his food. “But I got Sam back. He got me through the bad stuff and there’s been plenty of it.”

“Mom knew about that stuff, didn’t she?” asked Jack, Dean nodding. “Someday, will you tell me?”

“If I say no, are you going to stop talking to me again?” asked Dean, turning the tables on him.

“I want to know about my dad is all,” said Jack, both of them knowing he’d never even come close to calling Dean that. “But I won’t make you.”

“Thanks,” said Dean, eating a forkful, feeling his son’s eyes on him. “Maybe someday alright? I want to see straight A’s this quarter. Or ya know, a glance at your homework every now and then. What do seniors even take nowadays? I had to fake my way through your open house.”

“English, government, some college classes, shop,” said Jack, smiling a bit as he caught Dean’s face. “I’m getting that car someday, gotta know how to take care of her.”

“I am not giving you Baby as a graduation present,” said Dean, pointing at Jack, seeing him smile. God he’d never felt this at ease with own son. He hoped it lasted.

“Um, in the spirit of this new whole talking, father son thing, I should probably tell you I got my early acceptance to Stanford,” said Jack, ducking his head down shyly.

“Come here,” said Dean, hugging Jack, not feeling resistance in it for the first time ever. “I’m so proud of you. Your mom and the little one would be too.”

“Come on, I just got done crying like five minutes ago,” said Jack, burying his head in Dean’s shoulder. 

“Alright, here,” said Dean moving away to the small cooler they’d brought. “Now these aren’t allowed here and your mother certainly wouldn’t approve of this, but my boy got into his dream school.” Dean handed over a beer and Jack looked at him a little amazed. “Now pretend you’ve never had one of those and don’t chug it like any self respecting son.”

“I’m not going to leave you ya know. You won’t be alone,” said Jack, Dean’s turn to fight back tears.

“Thanks,” said Dean, kicking at the ground. “Alright, so...we don’t need to have the sex talk right? Like you know how condoms and birth control and all that works right?”

“Yes, god, I had that talk with mom a long time ago,” said Jack, shaking his head.

“Okay, moving on,” said Dean, feeling for Jack to have to have that conversation with his mother. “What do you want to know about me?”

“Everything?” asked Jack, Dean sitting down next to him. 

“What do you know about me?” asked Dean and at that moment he’d put Jack in an equally awkward situation. Dean was very much a stranger to him. “Scratch that, let’s talk about why I fell in love with your mom.”

“Where’d you go to school?” asked Jack, turning the tables, knowing Dean was avoiding the questions for fear of revealing something. Dean always knew he’d tell him about the hunting and monsters. But he’d hoped for one more day where his son thought he'd always just been a car mechanic.

“You want the truth?” asked Dean, Jack nodding eagerly. “Grab my bag, there’s a flask of whiskey in there. You’ll need it to get through this.”

Dean had started from the beginning and was surprised at his son’s reaction. After he thought Dean was crazy at first of course. But he simply...understood everything, including Dean’s absence from his life.

“Mom was keeping us safe,” Jack said in his sleeping bag, trying to stay awake to hear more. “My dad’s a fucking badass on top of that.”

“Language,” said Dean, getting an eyebrow raise. “I gotta try to be a parent sometimes kid.”

“You’re a good guy, dad,” said Jack, yawning and shutting his eyes. 

“I’m a little concerned that you aren’t more freaked out by this,” said Dean, letting that compliment wash over him and heal things he didn’t know were broken. 

“I thought I saw a ghost once. I knew it had to be real,” said Jack. “I was right.”

“I’m glad that was your take away,” said Dean, ruffling his hair, finding it the same lighter shade of blonde his had been years ago. “I’m old, let’s go to bed.”

“You’re like not even 40,” said Jack, raising an eyebrow. 

“Don’t remind me that I made you when I was barely of drinking age,” said Dean. “You better be wrapping up if you’re doing that yet. Scratch that, you’re 17. Just keep your hands to yourself for a few years and ask the girl-”

“Dad, stop talking,” said Jack, slapping a hand over Dean’s mouth.

“Hey, you haven’t even heard about my first arrest,” said Dean chuckling as Jack sat up.

“You were arrested?” he asked, his eyes wide. “What did you do?”

“Shoplifting,” said Dean. “Sammy needed some food.” 

“I take back every bad thing I’ve ever said or thought about you,” said Jack, Dean sitting up to let Jack pull him into a hug.

“Thank you,” said Dean. “But remember, you’re a teenager so I’ll probably do something to make you hate me in about seven minutes.”

“Dad...” whined Jack, pulling away with a smile. “Annoyed? Yes. Hate? No, never going to do that.”

“Come on, let’s get some sleep and tomorrow we can go on a hike,” said Dean, laying down. “I can tell you all about how grandpa going missing on a hunting trip led to your uncle and me and Cas saving the world more times than we can count.”

“You saved the world? Okay, that’s-”

“Dude, go to sleep before I spoil how I’m besties with God,” said Dean, making sure to get in one more tease.

“You aren’t serious, are you?” asked Jack, his eyes wide as he crawled back into his bag.

“Night Jack. I love you,” said Dean, turning off the lantern.

“Love you too dad.”

For the first night in a long time, Dean knew he was going to be okay.