Summary: Samantha Mae Winchester. He couldnât stop instantly wondering about her future. Maybe she could be a famous actress or a doctor like those guys from TV. S.M. Winchester, MD. He liked the way that sound. But she could do anything she liked, after all. She would be free to make whatever she wanted with her life because he would protect her from all of the monsters.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
WC: 610 words
Warnings: A lot of fluff and some brief insecurity. Dad Dean, cause that is the best thing in the world.
Dean couldnât sleep. It wasnât because of nightmares or because he had to stay alert for a monster, not this time. He was sat beside your hospital bed, wide awake in the dark with his eyes focused on the hospital crib on the other side of the room.
Samantha. Samantha Mae Winchester.
She was born six hours ago, and for Chuckâs sake, he was still freaking out from your labour. His first â and maybe only â kid was a few steps away from him and he was absolutely sure he was going to mess everything up.
He hadnât held her yet. The nurse had offered him the baby more than once and even youâve done it more than then, but he was just watching from afar as everyone took care of the two of you. Sam, Cas, Mary and Jack were in the bunker, know better than to disturb in such a moment: you were exhausted and he was still coming to terms with parenthood.
The soft whimper made him sit up straight, and he quickly noticed the baby crying softly.
Dean looked around, terrified. He couldnât wake you up but also couldnât find the button that called a nurse. Slowly, he walked to the crib and reached out to touch Samanthaâs little stomach, instantly making her look at him.
âHey,â he whispered. âItâs⌠Itâs okay, really. Thereâs no need to cry.â
She wasnât hungry. Just one hour ago, you had breastfed her and a guy nurse had put on a new diaper on her. But if she wasnât hungry or dirty, why did she keep crying?
Slowly, he moved down and tried to pick her up, resting her little â tiny â body in his arms, and walked awkwardly to the chair again, sitting down and rocking back and forth softly.
âItâs okay,â he whispered. âPlease, donât cry. Come on.â
Slowly, she stopped crying and moved her piercing blue eyes to stare at him, curious. According to you, they would soon turn green, but he didnât mind if they didnât. They were beautiful the same way.
âSee?â he breathed in. âItâs okay. You just needed⌠Needed some company, right? See?â
He was a father now, the dad of the baby in his arms, and he was 100% you had something wrong with your mind when the two of you decided â together â that you would keep the baby after finding out you were pregnant. In this life, things werenât easy and parenting⌠Dude, that was some big shit, both for himself and for you â the two of you now â but sometimes⌠Sometimes he wondered if he should walk away and leave you, maybe it was a better idea than staying around and ruining everything. He never left, though. He could never do that to you.
After she fell asleep again, he didnât feel time passing. He didnât notice anything until he heard the knock on the door and a nurse came in silently.
âDo you need anything, sir?â
âNo,â he muttered. âWeâre okay.â
Samantha Mae Winchester. He couldnât stop instantly wondering about her future. Maybe she could be a famous actress or a doctor like those guys from TV. S.M. Winchester, MD. He liked the way that sound. But she could do anything she liked, after all. She would be free to make whatever she wanted with her life because he would protect her from all of the monsters.
The nurse left the three of you alone again and he hesitantly moved his finger touched her small palm, smiling more when she wrapped her finger around it without even hesitating.
âWelcome, Samantha Mae,â he whispered. âIâm your dad, and I love you a whole hell lot.â
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