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luci-in-trenchcoats · 7 years

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Coming Home

Request: i was wondering if you could do a Deanxreader where the reader is an old flame. After years he find himself in her hometown for another case. Her boyfriend had kicked her out from their home because she is pregnant and he doesn’t want kid. Dean ask her to move in the bunker for sometime. Sam, but especialy Dean do everything they can to make sure her and the baby feel happy and safe. When Dean is ready to talk about his feeling she goes in labor. After the birth Dean take care of the baby like it is his own. And it end up with the baby calling him dada, after the initial shock Dean talk to the reader and tell her he want to be with her and be a family together? Thank you so much!

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: none

You had to do a double take when you saw her in the parking lot. You looked around but saw no one nearby. You went over, wondering if this was pure coincidence or if this was the car from your teenage years. Baby he'd called it, even if was his dad's car at the time. Glancing inside you saw the marked up dashed, carved with the initials of two little boys, now men.

“Can I help you?” asked a voice you recognized. It was deeper now, a little more gruff, but you could still hear the flirt in it.

“Just checking out an old friend,” you said, turning around. You gave him a smile and had to tilt your head up to see one looking back. “You're taller than I remember.”

“You're more pregnant than I remember, sweetheart. How's it been, Y/N? Don't tell me you're working the case, ready to pop like that,” he said, pointing at your stomach.

“I'm only six months jerk,” you said, giving him a shove and a short smile. “Not great lately but I'll manage, always do.”

“I heard you'd came back to hunting after grad school,” said Dean, hopping up on the hood of Baby, patting the spot beside him. You got up with some effort and saw how Dean had put his arm back, ready to curl around you in case you decided to slide off.

“Working in an office sucks. I only did it for dad. How are you guys doing? Still dying every other week?” you teased, having heard more than your fair share of stories over the years.

“I don't think I've died in a while actually. Sam's good too. You don't sound like it though,” said Dean. You shrugged but he bumped your shoulder. It was always so easy with him. But when you went to school and he stayed behind, splitting up was the best thing you both said, just a break.

By the time you were out of there though, it'd been a while and hunting life just didn't mix with a normal one. When you were back in it finally, Dean was long gone.

“My ex in general, broke condom he didn't tell me about, kid he wants nothing to do with, booting us out. Take your pick,” you said, looking down at the bit of belly that stuck out.

“You got any family around?” you shook your head and Dean gave you a smile. “Sam and I got a place. You can stay there if you want.”

“Dean, that's sweet but-”

“A kid needs a home, not a sketchy motel room,” said Dean. “We would know.”

“Just until I get my own place, deal?” you asked.

“Whatever you say.”

Three Months Later

“Woah, where do you think you're going?” asked Dean as you tried to roll off the couch.

“Bathroom,” you said, Dean helping you get to your feet. “Tell Sam to grab some more diapers while he's out. I got a feeling this kid isn't going to be in here much longer.”

“Well your due date is in a couple days. It's getting close,” said Dean, probably as excited for the baby as if it were his own. “Can't wait to see this little cute girl.”

“I still think it's a boy. You got to stop eyeing all the pink stuff at the baby store,” you said. Dean shrugged but he was convinced it was a girl and that he was going to spoil her rotten.

At some point you stopped thinking about moving out and decided to stay, the guys insisting on it and frankly, they were excited to have the kid around. It'd been fun reconnecting with them, Sam a giant now, Dean pretty much perfect. You weren't dating but he had certainly acted like a boyfriend over the past few months.

“Hey, Y/N,” said Dean when you got back. “I know we haven't talked about it but-”

“Dean,” you said, looking down as you stood by the couch. “My water. I'm pretty sure it just broke.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “The class thing said-”

“Hospital, Dean. Now,” you said, your first contraction hitting you. “Oh, that's going to get annoying fast.”

“I'll tell Sam to meet us there,” said Dean, grabbing your bag in one hand, yours in the other. “Ready?”

“As I'm going to be.”

“Good morning mommy,” said Dean, walking by your door, bouncing your seven month old daughter on his hip. “Someone was cranky and didn't want breakfast.”

“What time is it?” you asked, rolling over to find it almost 11. “You let me sleep in you gift from Chuck.”

“You had your first hunt this week in a long time, Y/N. It took a lot out of you,” said Dean. “I love getting my bonding time with this girl. You like it too, don't you Evy?”

“Afh!” she said, grabbing holding of Dean's nose, a big smile on her face. “Abba af ub!”

“Is that so? Evy wants mommy to go to the park with us. Unless she changed her mind about it,” said Dean, the conversation vaguely in the back of your mind.

“With my two favorite people? Of course,” you said, climbing out of bed and stretching. “So did she eat?”

“Took a bit but yeah. She's still not a fan of peas like someone else I know,” he said, giving you a smirk.

“What did you eat for breakfast? Bacon? With more bacon?” you asked, holding out your arms, taking her off him.

“Shut up,” said Dean, kissing your forehead. “I saved you some.”

“Good boy. We can head out in an hour?” you asked, Dean off to heat up your breakfast.

“Hey!” said Dean, excitedly walking back over to the park bench, an ice cream in his hands. He handed one over to you, your daughter strapped to his chest trying to take his away. “Watch this.”

“Okay…” you said, Dean looking down at your daughter.

“Come on sweetie. Do it again,” said Dean. She blinked up and giggled. “Come on, show mommy what you can do.”

“Dadda apfbg!” she said, fisting her hand in his shirt with a smile.

“She can talk!” said Dean.

“I know,” you said with a smile. “You left the room yesterday and she was reaching for you, wanted ‘Dadda’ again.”

“Why didn't you say anything? Where did she even learn-”

“Because I wanted to see the look on your face when she said it. You lit up like a kid on Christmas morning,” you said.

“But I'm not her father,” said Dean. “I don't call myself that.”

“I do,” you said. “You might not have helped make her but you're her dad, Dean. You're our family.”

He looked into your eyes for a moment, watching them when you suddenly felt like you were on your first date with him, right before he kissed you.

It felt different this time, his face covered in a thick stubble, less urgency today. He couldn't lean in as far as he wanted with the baby in his chest but it was enough to let you know he'd be doing it over and over again.

“You still wear that honey lip chap,” said Dean, pulling back with a big smile, his face showing all the emotion he did when he heard her call him that simple word.

“You like the way it tastes,” you said. Dean hummed and warped an arm over your shoulders.

“So, want to make this our second first date?” he asked.

“Uphfb!” said the baby between the two of you, looking up with big eyes.

“Your girls would love that.”

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