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This Evergreen Love (Part 3)

Summary: Enjoy World’s Best Dad? Check out the third part from Dean’s perspective…

This Evergreen Love Masterlist

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 3,200ish

Warnings: language, injured Dean

A/N: Written in Dean’s POV…

“Daddy, Ms. Y/L/N said to tell you thank you for lunch,” said Gracie when she climbed in the backseat. “She forgot hers.”

“Daddy was thinking ahead,” I said, pulling out to head for home with a tiny smile. I guess I wasn’t the only one getting in over their head. “You said you got to do some first grade stuff today, munchkin.”

“We got to visit the first grade rooms today. They have less toys,” she said with a frown. 

“Well you’re going to be so busy learning next year you won’t have as much playtime. It’s how learning works,” I said, Gracie humming out loud. “Did Y/N already teach you that?”

“Ms. Y/L/N,” she said. 

“Oh, yes, Ms. Y/L/N,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Anything else exciting besides the fewer toys?”

“We get reading buddies from the fifth graders. They’re so big!” she said.

“Well you’re going to be that big someday. Maybe even as big as me,” I said. Probably not but the pout I caught in the rearview made me laugh. “You don’t want to be as big as me?”

“If I get big, I can’t be munchkin anymore,” she said.

“Oh, you’ll always be munchkin, munchkin,” I said. She talked a few more minutes about her very through time spent on the playground at recess, informing me that she played cops and robbers, came in second in their swinging competition and made it all the way across the monkey bars, all in the span of thirty minutes.

“How was work Daddy?” she asked as we pulled into the driveway. 

“Good munchkin,” I said as she hopped out. 

“What do you do all day? You never tell me,” she said, running through the garage and pushing the door open.

“I help make things. This week I’m helping put a building together. We’re doing walls,” I said, no way in the world putting up sheetrock could come out as glamourous.

“Do you do that because you’re so tall?” she asked.

“Exactly,” I said, wanting to say I can’t stand electrical or plumbing and grunt work is what they have left for someone like me. “We’re going over to Y/N’s for dinner in a little while so how about a small snack?”

“Apples?” she asked, opening the fridge up, looking for one of her baggies with the cut up fruit.

“Um,” I said, looking down over her, her head leaning back against my leg. “We have carrots and celery it looks like.”

“I want apples,” she said, crossing her arms. 

“Well Daddy may have raided your snack drawer for his lunch today but your carrots are good. You like those,” I said, pulling the bag out. She sighed but took it and pulled out a juice box, patting my thigh as she walked away. 

“S’okay. You can have my apples,” she said, heading to the table to eat.

“Well thank you, munchkin,” I said, ruffling her hair as I took the celery. “That’s why you’re my favorite girl.”

“Can we play go fish?” she asked, grabbing the deck of cards from the chair she had her marker bin tossed on.

“Sure,” I said, grabbing a jar of peanut butter and throwing some in a bowl, putting it down at the table as she pulled the cards out. “How many cards are there?”

“Fifty four,” she said.

“There’s only fifty two, munchkin,” I said, watching her shake her head.

“No. You forgot the jokers,” she said with a smug little smile.

“You’re right,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re a math whiz like your uncle.”

“You’re good at math. You do it when you pay for stuff, right?” she asked. 

“Uh huh,” I said, picking up the stack and shuffling it, diving up some cards. “Alright, you got any fives?”

“Go fish, Daddy.”

I could feel a bruise on my shoulder from jumping around Y/N’s backyard like an idiot when she put her hand there to lean up and kiss me back. She tasted like sugar and honey and she was smiling into it, like I hadn’t completely forgotten how to kiss someone. I couldn’t help but wrap her up and press her flush against me, feeling the switch in her go from nerves to she definitely wanted more. 

Until Gracie’s voice cut through the air and I realized she’d never seen me kiss someone before. Did it freak her out? Scare her? Make her mad or jealous? Make her think I didn’t want her anymore?

I was fairly sure I did a good job of hiding all that while we tried to explain a little bit of dating and then Y/N looked at me, something about it saying to relax and that it was alright. Only then I saw that Gracie was happy. All that kid wanted was for me to be okay and she lit up when she saw me get with the picture.

I figured maybe it’d be okay when we started to say good night but then Gracie wanted to hug Y/N, something curious running across Y/N’s face I recognized seeing a million times on my own.

Fear.

It lasted only a second, something Gracie never saw and something Y/N probably wasn’t aware she even did. She was scared of Gracie. She’d been adamant that the kid thing didn’t bother her and I truly believed that. But there was something she was afraid of, maybe something I said that made her react like that.

Hey, we’re home safe.

I waited until Gracie was down in bed and I was laying in my own to text Y/N like she asked, wondering if I’d get a response at all.

K. Thanks. I just worry about stupid stuff sometimes.

Trust me, I do it all the time.

Tell Gracie goodnight for me. You too :)

Will do. You okay? Earlier you seemed uneasy.

Yeah. Just...like you said, all three of us have to figure this out together.

Is there something bothering you?

No. God no. I haven’t dated in a while is all. I normally don’t fall this fast for someone is all.

Me either.

She didn’t right back right away and I could feel the tension race through me. I was the one freaking her out, not Gracie, I was doing something wrong and-

I guess we fit together like that then. I’ll see you tomorrow boyfriend ;)

Sleep tight girlfriend :)

“Sleep tight girlfriend? God, she thinks we’re an idiot,” I said to myself, still smiling at the phone when three dots popped up.

Oh and take a breather. Gracie loves you and I think she really is okay with you dating. Don’t stress so much. 

I know she does. Thanks sweetheart. You don’t stress either.

What?

Over Gracie. She likes you. Half of our conversations are about her favorite teacher.

It wasn’t until I sent the text that I realized that’s where the look came from earlier. It wasn’t me she was worried about. It was that little five year old not liking her and if she cared about something like that...maybe Y/N would fit with us.

Thanks Dean. Get some sleep babe.

You too Y/N.

“Winchester,” I heard someone say just after lunchbreak. I spun around and saw the foreman, that freaking asshole one again. “You’re on fifth crew rest of the day.”

“I’m-”

“Fifth crew. They’re a man down today,” he said. I waited until he was gone to roll my eyes and head over to the other side of the site. 

“Winchester, what are you doing here?” asked the crew leader. “He’s really pissed at you lately, isn’t he?”

“Yeah. Employee punching bag of the month right here,” I said, getting up to speed on what their team was working on. It was more of the same but different floors with taller walls, not that getting up on ladders or scaffolding bothered me.

“Eh, you’re still wearing a goofy smile all day long. You’re daughter’s birthday or something?” he asked.

“No,” I said, hopping up on the planking, grabbing my nail gun.

“Lady friend?” he asked. I didn’t say anything but he laughed anyways. “Good for you, Dean.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, starting to nail away. I worked at a good pace for a while, taking a short break and moving down to the next section. I heard an argument start on the next scaffold over, not uncommon on a construction site but still an annoyance. Somebody slept with somebody’s girlfriend and blah blah...

“Don’t shove-” I heard one of the guys say before I heard that familiar whip in the air twice.

I felt the one in my leg first, especially since it knocked me off my feet and down the ten or so feet to the ground. I whacked my head back against the hard cement, thankful for the helmet until I realized it didn’t move all the way off.

“What...” I said, reaching my hand up and pulling the hard plastic thing off, a nail coming with it, something warm and wet trickling down and through my hair. “Shit.”

I glanced back at the one in my leg and went wide eyed, the splotch of red on my jeans huge and growing fast, the nail nowhere in sight. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” I said, ripping my belt off and puling it hard around my thigh. I heard other people around, shouting and yelling but my head throbbed and I was pretty certain I was on my way towards bleeding out. I was in and out the entire time to the hospital, rushing straight into an operating room before a mask was shoved over my face and I was out like a light.

“Hey Dean,” said Sam, giving me a relieved smile. I blinked a few times and saw rubbed my eyes, feeling a bandage over my forehead. “Trying to give me a heart attack or what?”

“What...where’s Gracie?” I asked, Sam nodding to the chair on my other side, Gracie sleeping in a chair with an unfamiliar coat on her.

“Y/N’s out in the hall,” said Sam, explaining the coat. “You ever do that again and I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

“I don’t plan on it,” I said, groaning. “What happened?”

“Some dicks got in a fight next to you at work and a nail gun went off. You’re a whole lot of lucky one didn’t...don’t do that again? Understand?” said Sam, his voice cracking a little.

“Worried about your big brother or something?” I asked, ruffling his head when he stared at his lap.

“Yeah,” he said, taking a deep breath, putting a smile back on. “Doc said you likely have a concussion and good job on that belt. It got your femoral attery. If you’d waited much longer...I don’t know how to raise a kid. You can’t do that-”

“Again. I got it Sammy,” I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. Been a while since I’ve seen you this upset.”

“I’m not going to cry, jerk,” said Sam.

“I didn’t say you were, bitch,” I said, rubbing up and down his back. “You’d do a good job with her. Feed her some fruit and veggies, send her to school, let her beat you in most of the games you play...it’s not hard.”

“That’s your job. I’m just the fun uncle that gives her too much candy and lets her watch movies she’s not suppsoed to,” said Sam.

“Thanks for grabbing her at school,” I said, suddenly remembering he’d mentioned Y/N. “What about...”

“Y/N was waiting with Gracie when I got there. I drove her with us since I figured you’d want her. She’s got a pretty good game face on but she’s freaked out. She’s kept Gracie calm, me too actually. You found a good one,” said Sam. I hissed again and Sam grabbed my remote, shoving it in my hand and pressing the button. 

“Morphine,” I said with a smile, forgetting there was anything to hurt in the first place. “Mmm, thanks Sammy. Can you get Gracie for me?”

Sam popped up and woke up Gracie, a worried smile on her face as she crawled into bed with me. 

“It’s okay, munchkin. Daddy’s great,” I said, hearing a giggle come out and Sam shake his head as I started to feel a big grin on my face. “Really, really, really awesome.”

“Flying high there Dean?” he asked. I shrugged and laughed again.

“I’m fine,” I said, Sam rolling his eyes.

“Gracie, keep an eye on him. I’m sure Y/N is ready to have a panic attack out there.”

Y/N looked absolutely terrified when I asked her to take Gracie home for me. I knew Gracie only wanted one of the three people in that room though and I certainly wasn’t in the position and I needed Sam there because I was two seconds away from losing it. Thankfully Y/N either decided she could handle it or I looked desperate enough that she carried Gracie out and said goodnight.

“Sam,” I said once he shut the door. “I almost died today.”

“But you didn’t because you’re smart,” said Sam, pulling his chair close, putting his hand on my head. 

“I can’t leave her alone. She’s so little. She’d never even remember me, Sam. I’d just be a guy to her when she is everything and...” I said, blaming the stupid drugs for making me start to tear up. 

“It’s okay buddy,” said Sam, rubbing my head. “You’re here and she’s got you. You know if anything ever happened, I’d take care of her like she was my own. Hell, she is my own and you would not just be a guy, Dean. She’d know what an amazing father she had and that you love her. So let’s stop having a freak out moment and focus on the fact that you’ve got a million great days to come with her. And you are taking that job with Benny at the garage so help me, I’m not arguing with you about it being a hand out anymore. It’s final.”

“Since when did you become the big brother,” I said, laughing a little before squeezing my eyes shut. 

“Dean, now what’s wrong?” he asked.

“I really like her Sammy,” I said, Sam cocking his head as he leaned back.

“I’m kind of aware that you adore Gracie, what-”

“Y/N, Sammy. I really like her and...I’ve been dating her two freaking days and she’s going to run for it the second I go home tomorrow,” I said. “I just threw my kid at her and said take care of her.”

“For fucks sake Dean, would you just not hate yourself for two seconds? Y/N cares about Gracie. She cares about you. Shit, she cares about me and I’ve only known her for like four hours,” said Sam.

“But-”

“No, Dean. Y/N’s a big girl. She fucking cares about you and if anyone is ever going to get through to you, it’s her. Give her the benefit of the doubt that she’s a little scared to be taking care of a kid because she’s never done it before or because she knows how much Gracie means to you. She’s not running anywhere,” said Sam.

“You can’t know that,” I said, Sam taking a deep breath.

“Well that’s what loving someone else is. You want it, you got to risk getting hurt. For you, the fact that you are risking it tells me she’s special. Now don’t be an idiot and run her out of here because you’re scared she’ll hurt you. You’ll only hurt her and that’s not fair to someone that’s willing to put up with your lame ass,” said Sam, offering a smirk.

“Do you remember when I used to have a new girlfriend every week? I was cool Dean, nothing bothers me Dean,” I said, Sam shrugging. “Now I’m...”

“My big brother has never been as cool as he thinks he is. The coolest I’ve ever seen you was tonight actually. You know, not beating yourself up every other minute,” said Sam. 

“Shut up loser,” I said, resting back in bed. “You staying the night?”

“Obviously loser,” said Sam, kicking his feet up on the bed. “Somebody needs to watch your back.”

“Thanks for the pep talk,” I said, peeling off one of my blankets and tossing it at him.

“You taking that job with Benny?” asked Sam. I nodded and he smiled. “Good.”

“Shut up, I’m trying to get some shut eye here,” I said, slouching down and onto my side.

“You can’t sleep, Dean,” said Sam, kicking me with his foot. “Come on, tell me how adorable Y/N is.”

“I am not talking about girls like we’re at a middle school sleepover,” I said, Sam crossing his arms.

“Come on, Dean. You have to stay awake and it’ll be a whole lot easier if we have something to talk about. Tell me,” said Sam, eager as a puppy dog.

“Fine but what I say stays in this room forever.”

“Hey, Dean,” said Y/N the next afternoon, leaning against my doorframe. “I’m going to run to my place quick and grab some clothes. You need anything while I’m gone? Or want me to pick up anything? I’ve got leftover tacos if you want for dinner.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I said, her face scrunching up.

“They’re just going to sit there and get wasted if I don’t. I already told you, I want to help,” she said, coming in and sitting on the edge of the bed. “How you holding up?”

“Okay. You finally kick Sam out?” I asked.

“I sent him home and to bed. I wish I had a brother like that,” she said. “Or anyone really.”

“Only kid?” I asked, her head nodding. “Any tips for Gracie?”

“I’d say get her involved in stuff with other kids but you’ve already got that down. Plus you spend time with her. You’re doing good,” she said, ruffling my head as she stood up. “Tacos, clothes...you want anything else? Secret stash of rocky road ice cream,  a copy of Keeping up with the Kardashians, anything babe?”

“Oh my god, one of those is grounds for a breakup and I pray you know which one that is,” I said, catching her eye roll.

“Well considering how big a fan of ice cream you are...” she said, heading out. “Gracie’s playing in her room. I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Y/N?” I asked, her body spinning around. A good part of me wanted to say she was being too nice, too understanding, too everything. But that tiny little part that liked her in the first place won out and let the bad stuff go. “Thanks.”

“You got it,” she said with a wave. As I heard her go down the stairs and out the door a minute later and I smiled, that little part getting a bit bigger.

“Daddy,” said Gracie as she ran in. “Is Y/N coming back?”

“Yeah Gracie. You don’t have to worry about her not coming back.”

A/N: Part 4 coming soon!

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