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Request for @ashluvsaj52 :Dean Ambrose x reader

Can you write a Dean story where he helps his best friend (he’s in love with) raise her 3 year old daughter

Word count: +5300

Warnings: swears, SAD, angst, heavy-ish topics (young single mother, young pregnancy, daughter doesn’t know father, some heartache and a slow burn; stuff like that) But there is a happy ending cause I can’t leave y’all with something sad ;)

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“Dakota… please, Uncle Dean is coming soon.” You breathed as your three year old daughter ran circles around you. You had a laundry basket resting on your hip and you were trying to make your way to the couch, dodging toys and your daughter’s tiny feet.

“Uncle Dean is coming?” She asked with excitement. Your eyes widened and you nodded at her while she squealed. She loved her Uncle Dean, but not as much as you did.

Dean Ambrose has been your best friend since high school, he was one of the only people that stuck with you through everything. You got pregnant with Dakota when you were 22, her dad ran out on you the second he found out, your Catholic family shunned you, and everyone seemed to be against you. Except for Dean. He stuck by you and helped you every step of the way. He was there at the drop of a hat for you always, and you couldn't be more thankful that he was there for you.

“Mommy, why is uncle Dean always here? Where’s daddy?” Dakota’s small little voice and her hand tugging on your shirt grabbed your attention.

“Huh?” You were shocked, Dakota never asked about her father before and you never mentioned him. Why was she asking? How did she even know to ask?

“At daycare, Miss T asked what mommy and daddy do. Mommy has 2 jobs and goes to school. Who is daddy, what does daddy do?” She asked with wide eyes. You put the laundry basket on the coffee table before picking up your daughter and sitting on the couch with her on your lap.

“Sweetie, your daddy ran away before you were born.” You said, it broke your heart to say but you couldn't lie to her. She just stared at you with confusion and you prayed for Dean to open the door.

“Why did daddy run away?”

“Because he didn’t want a baby. But between us, your daddy is stupid for running away because if he stayed, he’d have you. So he’s missing out on the best baby ever.” Your words put a smile on Dakota’s face.

“Mommy, what about uncle Dean? He can be my daddy.” You smiled sadly at your daughter before she continued. “Uncle Dean has a job. I can tell Miss T daddy builds houses.” Dakota’s words shocked you again. But thankfully, Dean walked through the door before you could answer. You breathed out with relief when you heard the front door open and heavy footsteps walk inside.

“You in here, squeak?” He yelled into the house before the front door closed. Dakota jumped off the couch and ran out of the living room to find Dean. Seconds later, Dean walked into the living room, Dakota hanging on his back. He was wearing a white tank top and jeans with his timberland work boots. He came directly from work. Nothing made you feel simultaneously better and worse than when he came straight from work. Better because Dean came to you right away, you and Dakota were his first priority. Worse because Dean was 26, just like you, except he didn't mess up like you did and he deserves a life of his own.

“You found her.” You joked as you got up to say hi. Dean put Dakota down before wrapping his strong arms around you tightly. You tucked your face into his chest and inhaled deeply. A mixture of sweat and old spice filled your nose and you could feel your muscles relax. Dean rested his chin on your head and moved only to kiss your forehead before putting his head back. The guilt faded and you smiled with the knowledge that Dean came to straight to your apartment, to him, your needs came first.

“Thank you so much for coming over.” You sighed into his chest and he squeezed you tighter. You tried to be strong and take care of Dakota by yourself, and most of the time you did really well. But you did work two jobs and take some online college courses; taking care of a child by yourself is hard work, you were so grateful that you had someone that was always willing to help. “I really appreciate this.”

“Anytime, darlin’.” Dean mumbled before breaking the hug.

The sad truth was that Dean was hopelessly in love with you, and you had no idea. And he’d never tell you, he didn't want to complicate your life even more so he kept to himself. In the beginning, before he grew to love Dakota, he’d only come for you. It killed him that you had to work so hard and he could only do so much. He wished you’d except the money he offered you, but you never did. But eventually, Dakota became Dean’s best friend, and he told her everything.

“Okay, squeak. What do you wanna do first?” Dean asked, turning his attention to the little girl who stood with a smile watching her mom and uncle holding each other. Dakota started listing all of the things she wanted to do with Dean and his eyes ventured to you, you looked extremely stressed. “Before we get to all those fun things, why don’t we clean up?” Dean suggested as he looked around the living room. Toys were scattered everywhere and you could barely see the floor anymore. Thank you. You mouthed to Dean. He winked at you and turned back to Dakota, who stood with her nose scrunched.

“Your mommy told me that if we cleaned up, I can take you to the playground.” Dean whispered. Dakota’s eyes brightened and she dropped to her knees to start picking up her toys.

“How do you do that?” You asked in awe after Dean walked over to you. He smirked and shrugged before giving you one last hug. “I’m gonna take a shower then do some work.” Dean nodded and let you go.

“You really like my mommy, huh?” Dakota asked once the bathroom door closed. Dean looked amused and he sat down next to the little girl.

“You know I do, squeak. You’re my most trusted spy, Kota.” He said while helping her pick up toys. “So, how was daycare today.” He asked before straightening a barbie’s dress and putting her in the dollhouse.

“My teacher asked us what mommy and daddy do.” She said easily. Dean tensed at the words, he knew you’d been trying to raise Dakota with the mindset that not having a dad around is normal, he should’ve known that a school teacher would screw that up.

“Oh yeah? What’d you say?” He asked, trying to make his tone sound normal.

“I said mommy has two jobs and that I don’t know who daddy is.” Dakota started. “Then, Miss T asked where my daddy is. I don’t know that. All of the other kids in my class have daddies, why don’t I have one Dean?” Dean’s heart broke for the little girl.

“You don’t need a daddy, Kota. You know your mommy loves you and takes really good care of you.” After that, Dean kept the conversation light. He didn't want to say something you didn't want Dakota to know.

After you had gotten out of the shower, the living room was clean and Dean was sitting with Dakota eating some Mac and Cheese. You kissed your daughter’s head and Dean’s cheek before walking back into your room, hoping to get some schoolwork done while they’re at the park.

The only thing you could think about was Dakota in daycare today. What went through her head when her teacher asked about her father? When all the other kids talked about their dads, what was she thinking about? Then, she asked if Dean could be her dad. She had no idea how heartbreaking that was. She’d never have a normal life, but you were so happy that Dean could act as a semi father figure in her life. You tried to raise your daughter good enough that she wouldn't worry about not having a dad but you knew how important a father was to a little girl. She needed a dad, but she’d never have one. All these thoughts made you question yourself but you shut them out and focused on your laptop. You couldn’t do this now, you didn’t always have time like this to do your work.

After Dakota got sick of the playground, she and Dean walked hand in hand through the park. Not long after that, Dakota begged Dean for ice cream. After almost no convincing and only one pretty please, Dean took Dakota to their favorite ice cream place in the park. They walked through the doors and were met by the familiar scent and face behind the counter.

“Oh, it’s two of my favorite people in the world.” The sweet old lady who owned the place said happily. “Where’s Y/N?” She asked, her tone sweet like the ice cream. Dakota told the lady before ordering herself and Dean the usual, double chocolate chunk for her and mint chip for him.

As the two sat together, eating their ice cream at the bar, Dakota’s eyes shifted to a bright pink daddy daughter dance flyer. “Molly, what’s that?” She asked the old lady while pointing to the colorful flyer.

“Oh that’s for the daddy daughter dance,” she started before leaning over the counter. “You should bring your uncle Dean.” Molly was well aware of your situation, you and Dean had been getting ice cream there since high school and Molly had always been working there.

Molly’s words reminded Dakota about the question she had for Dean. “Uncle Dean?” She started. Dean looked up from his cone and stared down at the little girl looking back at him. “Why can’t you be my daddy?” His eyes widened. “I could tell Miss T that daddy builds houses. I know you like my mommy Dean, more than a friend. She likes you too, she told me once. She talked about your dimples forever and I don’t know what dimples are.” Dean smiled, his dimples on full display while his stomach did flips.

“You know I’m working on it, Kota. But your mommy is busy taking care of you, she can’t take care of me too.” Dean joked. Dakota looked disappointed, but it didn’t take Dean long to get her mind off of it.

After another 20 minutes, the sun began to set, Dean and Dakota walked back to the parking lot and climbed in his truck before going back to your house. You were sitting at the table with your computer, surprisingly, you had gotten a lot of work done when Dean walked back inside with Dakota asleep in his arms. You couldn't help but imagine that Dean was her father and it made you happy for a second. You imagined your husband and your sleepy daughter coming inside from playing in the yard all evening. You smiled to yourself but stopped your mind before it upset you. You and Dean put Dakota to bed and stayed up talking for a little bit before he drove back to his own apartment. Leaving you all alone in the silence.

You woke up to the sound of rain on a Saturday morning. Rain and Saturday were a terrible combination. Dakota didn’t have daycare and usually, you’d take her to the park and do some school work while she played at the playground. But on rainy days, Dakota was cooped up inside the apartment all day. It wasn’t too small, so she’d usually be fine for a couple hours, but at around noon, she’d get antsy and begin to drive you crazy. You didn’t work at the restaurant on Saturdays and you didn’t have to go into work at the massage place before 4pm.

You laid in bed, knowing that Dakota was already awake and will start to get antsy soon. You were so close to getting your business degree, meaning work began to pile up. You had fallen behind on schoolwork when Dakota was sick at the beginning of the week and you really needed to catch up. That’s why the knocks at the door practically brought tears to your eyes.

Dakota was standing at the door, waiting for you to say she could open it. You looked through the peephole, and saw Dean standing with Roman and Seth. “It’s Uncle Dean, and he brought Roman and Sethie.” You said with a grin, Dakota squealed before pulling the door open.

“Uncle Dean! Roman! Sethie!” The little girl yelled, loud enough to annoy the neighbors but you didn’t care. Those guys were jerks anyway. Dakota yanked Seth into the living room to show him her new tea set, while Dean and Roman walked into the kitchen with you.

“Oh you guys don’t want to take her all day.” You said after Dean put the offer out. Dakota was too invested in her tea set to hear and you spoke quietly while you flipped pancakes. “She’s loud and squirmy and she has a short attention span and there’s always toys everywhere. Plus it’s raining and she won’t be able to go outside and she’ll get antsy and-” You spoke while you stared down at the pan. Once you looked up to see the two men staring, you realized what you were saying. Roman looked slightly nervous and you realized they might not agree take her “-and she’s a peach! She’s smiley and energized, but well behaved. And she loves a good time. You guys are gonna have so much fun today, it’s gonna be great.” You said before turning back to the pan. Dean smirked at you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“We’ll take her to indoor mini golf and a movie or something.” Dean whispered before kissing your temple and squeezing you tight. You smiled gratefully at Dean and Roman before taking breakfast to your daughter. She sat on the floor and used the coffee table to hold her plate while she watched Curious George.

“Thanks again for taking her today, you guys. You don’t understand how much I love you all.” You said before hugging each man individually. Roman and Seth work with Dean at the construction site, they’ve been friends for a couple years now. Dean introduced them to you when you were a couple months pregnant with Dakota. They too were always willing to help, but not as much as Dean.

The first stop was indoor mini golf and an arcade. The rain continued to pour down while they played. The conversation stayed light and basic while they played with Dakota. They talked about Dakota’s favorite princesses, and what she does at daycare. After Seth “counted” up the score and Dakota won by a million, Dean gave her 20 dollars for tokens to play whatever games she wanted.

“Dude, I saw how to hugged Y/N earlier. You literally buried your face in her hair and closed your eyes like you were in heaven.” Roman said to Dean while the three men watched Dakota run around the arcade.

Dean sighed and remembered this morning. He hugged you from behind this morning and it was wonderful. You were standing at the stove, cooking pancakes and he wrapped his arms around you tightly, he could get used to that. Dean dreamed that he could wake up every morning and see you, he wished that he could snuggle with you and Dakota in your bed on a cold day in winter. Dean wished for these things everyday, but he never did anything more than think about it.

“Will you ever make a move? We know you love her.” Seth said, a smile on his face while watching the 3 year old pulling tickets out of a machine.

Dean was smiling too, but there was sadness in his eyes. He wanted you so bad. “You guys know I can’t.” Dean started while playing with the pocket of his jeans. “Y/N is so busy with two jobs and school and Dakota, I’m not gonna put another thing on her plate. I can’t do that to her.”

“But, Dean, you’ll be able to help her.” Seth said, confusion in his voice.

“I’ve been her friend since high school, I don’t want to make it weird.” Dean said. “She has so much to deal with I can’t add myself right now.”

The silence in your apartment was nice, you had music on while you did your schoolwork and you had gotten pretty caught up. You had two hours until you had your massage client so you decided to look at some bills.

You couldn’t even hear the music anymore, you’ve been staring at a single piece of paper for over 15 minutes. You could barely afford Dakota’s day care. You wanted so badly for your daughter to live comfortably, without the knowledge of how hard it is to afford her. The solution was simple, you’d take a break from school, get a third job or start working more at the restaurant.

Roman, Seth, and Dean were no longer talking about you, the conversation rotated between sports, Dakota, and why Roman lost in mini golf.

“Guys I swear it’s cause my putter was too small.” Roman pleaded his case while Seth and Dean just laughed at the big man.

The next thing they knew, Dakota came running. “Uncle Dean! Some mean boy took my tickets!” She said, her lip quivering. “Roman, go beat him up.”

“Oh sweetie, you know Roman can’t just beat people up.” Dean started, wrapping his arms around the child. “But show me where he is and we’ll go get your tickets back.” Dean said. Dakota smiled and grabbed onto Dean’s hand before turning on her heel and leading him through the arcade.

“Oh he belongs with Y/N.” Seth said when Dean was out of earshot. “I mean did you see how he tensed up when Dakota came running? Why doesn’t he just talk to Y/N? I know she loves him back.” Roman agreed.

“He really loves both of them. I’ve never seen Dean care about anything like he cares about Dakota. He’s always there for Y/N. Like seriously, he barely worked when Dakota was sick. He goes directly to Y/N’s almost everyday. And he still claims that he doesn’t want to bother her, it hurts watching the two of them sometimes.”

The checked your phone, you had to get to work if you wanted to talk to your boss. You got up from the stool in the kitchen and walked into your room to grab your purse. You left a note on the counter and walked down the street.

“Hey Y/N, you’re here early. Your appointment isn’t for another 30 minutes.” Your boss said when she saw you walk into the back.

“Hey Sarah, yeah I came early cause I need to talk to you. I was wondering if you could put me on the schedule for some other things. I could cover for people and massage clients that don’t have someone yet. Or maybe I could do the opening or closing shift-” your boss cut you off before you could say anything else.

“Y/N, tell me what’s going on. Why do you need these extra jobs?” Sarah was aware of your situation but you tried to not beg for money.

You knew you wouldn’t get out of this. “I can’t afford Dakota’s daycare and I don’t want her to know that her mom is struggling to take care of her.” You wanted to be strong for your daughter.

Sarah looked at you with a smile. “You’re a wonderful mother and I really admire that you ask for more work rather than a higher rate. And of course I’ll add you to the schedule when I can. Lisa works the closing shift but if you want to work the openings you’re welcome to after you drop Dakota off at daycare.” You smiled widely and thanked your boss before giving her a hug and walking into your massage room.

“Did you have fun today, Kota?” Seth asked as they walked out of the movie.

“Yeah! Today was so fun. That movie was so good. You guys stink at mini golf.” She giggled as Roman carried the little girl on his back.

“Don’t brag too much, Dakota. We’ll have rematch and we’re gonna beat you next time.” Dean joked, his fingers poking Dakota making her giggle again. Dean couldn't get enough of that little giggle, he would pay good money to hear it everyday of he could.

You were sitting on the couch, your computer on your lap. You were so grateful that both your boss at the spa and at the restaurant let you work extra shifts, but that meant you’d have to take a break from school. Which you didn’t mind. You wanted Dakota to continue daycare and go to preschool, all while not knowing that her mom was struggling.

Dakota was asleep in Dean’s arms when the three men walked into your apartment. “I’ll take her to bed.” Dean whispered while Roman and Seth hugged you goodbye. They left after another couple minutes, leaving you alone with Dean and a sleepy Dakota.

“I wanted to thank you again for today, I just- she can be a lot to handle sometimes.” You said after Dean walked out of Dakota’s room and softly closed the door.

Dean smiled genuinely and grabbed your hands, leading you to the couch. “I know, but it’s really no problem. You know you can call me when you need help. I’ll always be here to help.”

“Dean… she asked about her dad yesterday.” Your voice was soft and you could feel the tears coming.

“I know...” Dean’s voice was soft and trailed off into nothing after the two words left his mouth.

The next thing you know, tears were falling fast down your cheeks and everything came out. “I'm so tired. I love her, but I’m exhausted. I can't deal with this now too. It’s not fair that she won’t have a dad, but I don't want her to know him. It's just that this is so hard and you have no idea how happy I am that you’re here.” Your voice was now softer than a whisper and Dean was leaning against you to hear your desperate words. “And now I have to get another job because she’s starting preschool soon and I can't afford it. I'm gonna mess this up. I’m gonna mess my little Dakota up.” You felt Dean’s arms wrap around you tightly and you felt at home there. You buried your face in his neck and let his scent fill your nose.

“Are you kidding, Y/N? You’re such a strong person and Dakota got lucky with a mom like you.” Dean let you go but kept his hands on his shoulders so you could look at him. “And so what? She doesn't have a dad? Who cares? She's better off anyway, her birth father is an idiot. And I'll always be here for you. Whenever you need me, I’m here. You know that.” Dean’s arms wrapped around you again and he pressed his lips to the top of your head. “I know how much you do and I know how stressful it is. My mom raised me and my brother by herself and look at me now, I'm just fine. And my mom was a druggie, so Dakota's gonna be set. She's real smart, too. She’s gonna go to a good school and be perfect and smart and pretty, like her mommy.”

“I’m taking a break from school.” You mumbled against his shoulder. He asked you to repeat yourself and he moved your head off of his shoulder so he could hear you better. “I got more hours from both jobs and I’m gonna take a break from school until I know I can pay for daycare and preschool.”

“No. I’m not letting you do that.” Dean started firmly. “You already work as a waitress and you're a masseuse. There’s no chance in hell I'm letting you stop taking those fucking business courses. Y/N, you started off as a free-lance who gave massages out of your apartment. Now look, you told me last week that you got a job at a good place and that soon, you’ll be able to quit your waitress job. You're gonna get a fucking business degree and you're gonna open your own place in Hawaii like you've always wanted. Like you told me when we were in high school.” Dean’s voice was quiet too and he reached up to wipe the tears from your cheek. For some odd reason, it broke his heart to think you’ve given up on your dream. He hoped to live it with you.

He had a dream about that once. You were leaving for the airport and he dropped you off, they didn’t allow him to take you to the gate. As he was driving down the highway, he’d realize what he was doing, what he was losing. Then, he’d make a tire screeching U-turn and speed back to the airport. He’d fight through security and run to the gate. You’d be getting on the plane but he’d call out your name, you’d stop walking at the sound of his voice. You turn around, drop your suitcase and run to him. “I can’t live without you, Y/N. I love you more than words can describe. Take me with you.” He’d neg while holding you tightly in his arms. You’d nod your head and go with him to Hawaii. And everything would be perfect.

“Dean, that was a long time ago, that was my dream before I was pregnant.” You said. The look in his eyes made you feel guilty. He was so excited when you told him about your dreams. He wanted to go to Hawaii with you, and you wanted him to come.

You had the same dream, Dean stopping you at the airport, begging to go with you. You just never knew he had dreamt the same thing.

“So, Dakota will love it in Hawaii. I’m not letting you sell yourself short. You're smart and I know you can do it. Plus, I'll be here for you, I'll take care of Dakota whenever you need me.” Dean’s normally rough voice sounded extremely soft and silky when he spoke. His blue eyes seemed brighter than you’d seen before and he held your face gently in his hands.

You opened your mouth to speak but your voice failed you, so Dean spoke instead. “You’re such a wonderful person. And stop crying, you know how upset I get when you cry.” Dean pressed his forehead against yours. You couldn’t stop crying though, it had been so long since you let this all hit you and you knew it wasn’t gonna stop. “Y/N please don’t cry.” Dean whispered, his lips only an inch away from yours.

“Dean,” your voice was close to silence but he heard your silent begging. You were begging for him and he knew it. You were begging for his lips on yours, begging for his arms to hold you, begging for him to make it all better. “please…”

That one word was all he needed and Dean smashed his lips against yours. Both you and Dean melted into the kiss and forgot about the whole world. Dean’s hands moved from cradling your face to your hips before lifting you into his lap, still not breaking the kiss. Your hands trailed all over Dean’s strong body as if you’ve never touched another human being before this. Your hands traveled his body erratically before you pulled on the hem of his shirt. You didn’t know what you were doing, but you didn’t want it to stop.

Dean picked his back up off the couch cushion so you could pull his shirt up and only broke the kiss for a second when you pulled his shirt over his head. You had seen Dean shirtless before, but you looked at him differently now. You felt an ache in your gut for him, you’ve wanted him since high school and now you had your chance. Dean smashed his lips into yours again after you had seductively dropped his shirt onto the floor behind you.

Dean broke the kiss again only for a moment to look at you. Your hair was a mess from his hands tangling in it, your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were red and swollen from all the kissing. He needed to know if you were okay with all of this, you nodded your head, telling him that you wanted more. He fumbled with your shirt before you covered his large hands with your own.

You pulled your shirt off slowly and dropped it onto the couch while Dean stared at up at you with wide eyes. His calloused fingers ran up your sides slowly, his eyes staring down at the goosebumps his fingers left in their wake, as if to memorize the feeling of every inch of your skin. Dean’s hands finally made it back to cradling your face and he stared at you with admiration. You felt your face redden and Dean’s lips press to your nose. He quickly adjusted his grip on you and lifted you up off the couch to carry you to your room.

Dakota’s small feel padded through the kitchen to the living room. It was Sunday morning and mommy always said to play quiet on Sunday so she could sleep. Sunday was the only day you didn’t work and you tried to cherish your sleep. As Dakota made her way to her barbies, she stepped on a shirt. Her eyebrows scrunched, she’s seen it before. She picked it up and the familiar scent caught her nose. It was the white shirt uncle Dean wore yesterday. Why is it on the floor? She looked around, uncle Dean’s boots were still by the door. He didn’t go home.

“Mommy,” Dakota’s small voice was quiet while she opened the door to your room, Dean’s shirt clutched in her hand like a blanket. The little girl’s eyebrows scrunched and she dropped the shirt once she saw her uncle Dean sitting up in her mom’s bed. His fingers were interlocked together and his hands were resting behind his head. “Where’s mommy?” She asked while she climbed into the bed.

“Your mommy’s in the bathroom.” He said calmly before moving his hands and letting Dakota cuddle up to his side. Just like her mom did. “Dakota,” Dean said after a moment of silence, the 3 year old’s attention shot to Dean. “I kissed your mommy last night. But you can’t tell mommy I told you. Pinky promise?” Dean suggested, holding out his pinky finger.

Dakota wrapped her tiny pinky around Dean’s, her eyes brightened and she opened her mouth to speak when she heard the news but before she could get any words out, the bathroom door opened. “Good morning, Kota. How are you sweetie?” You asked, pretending to not be surprised by your daughter in your bed. You immediately felt exposed in front of your 3 year old, you were only wearing an old shirt of Dean’s that he had left at your apartment a while ago.

“I’m good, mommy. Uncle Dean told me a secret!” The little girl said excitedly. You raised your eyebrows, knowing it wouldn’t be long until she spoke. “You and uncle Dean kissed!” She squealed, not even a second later. You smiled at your beaming daughter and the embarrassed man in your bed.

“Well Dakota, I have another secret for you.” You said when you walked closer to Dean and your daughter. Dakota’s bright eyes and wide smile turned to you before you spoke. “I’m gonna kiss him again.” You whispered, it was definitely loud enough for Dean to hear, but he acted like he didn’t. He stared at you innocently before you leaned down to peck Dean on the lips and crawl into bed on Dean’s opposite side.

You sat in a comfortable silence with Dean in between your daughter and you. After a couple minutes, Dakota’s little voice broke the silence. “Mommy, can I tell Miss T that daddy builds houses.”

Your stomach dropped at your daughters words and guilt filled you. Dakota didn't mean for the comment to be uncomfortable, she didn’t know. Apparently, you didn’t know either. You looked at Dean with an embarrassed look on your face but he grabbed your chin and kissed your lips softly. He nodded his head to you softly before turning back to the 3 year old waiting for an answer.

“Yes you can, Dakota.” Dean said. The little girl beamed and you cuddled closer to him.

Eventually you’d tell Dakota all about her real father and that Dean should never replace that, even if she has never met him. You’d also tell her that if she ever became curious about her father that you would help her contact him. But you’d tell her that when she got older and would be able to understand better. You’d never let her begin to think that Dean was her birth father, but having him as a father figure would be great for her. And great for you too. But you’d say all of this some other time, right now you just wanted to relax and let Dean do what he said he would; make everything better.

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supernatural7543 · 4 years ago

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Guns and Golden Wings part 7

First off. This is my first fanfic and first time using tumblr. I do not own anything in this except the plot. Disclaimer mentions of torture/blood and swear words. please enjoy!

One week later

You and Gabe over the past week had become inseparable. Dean didn't like it one bit, but you didn't care, you were happy. One day Dean called you in “Hey y/n, we want you to join us on a hunt. Pack some clothes including a dress and put them in the car.” You nodded and went to pack. Gabe soon joined you. “Sup sweetheart” he walked over and gave you a kiss. “Whatcha doing?” You looked at him “ packing.” You said matter-of-factly. “For?” He asked. “I'm going on a hunt with the boys.” You replied focusing on your packing. You looked to gabe he looked worried. You smiled sweetly. “Want to join us?” He nodded “then go pack feathers!” You called. He left and you were alone with your packing. Shit. I don't have any dresses. You thought to yourself. You heard a knock at the door and went and opened it. Gabe was standing there holding a small suitcase. You cocked an eyebrow. “Really? That's it?” He opened it grinning and you saw it was filled with candy. You rolled your eyes and laughed. Figures gabe would only pack sweets. You finished throwing clothes in your suitcase and met Sam, Dean and Gabe near the stairs. The boys put your stuff in the car and got in. You followed and patted the seat as a gesture to Gabe to get in. He got in the car in spite of Dean. And you were on your way. The case was in South Dakota so it was a long drive, for you, but fortunately Gabe was there to entertain you. At first you shared jokes and played games with him but after a while you fell asleep on his lap. You had another dream. All this time the dreams never stopped but they stopped freaking you out as bad, but this dream was different. You were alone at a motel. You heard a small knock at the door and opened it to see the yellow eyed demon. You screamed and scurried away. He walked forward with a Evil grin on his face and grabbed you by the throat. You tried desperately to get away but it was all in vain. You heard Gabes voice come from the doorway and felt a glimmer of hope “let go of the girl.” Yellow eyes looked at him, smiled and snapped his fingers. Gabe doubled over, coughing. He moved his hand from his mouth and there was blood on it. You and Gabe stared in disbelief, bit then he doubled over again. The demon looked at you “y/n this is what will happen if you stay with those imbeciles! You will lose everything and everyone. That's when I will come. When you are so broken and destroyed that you will never revolt again!” Gabe coughed really hard and you stared at him in horror as slowly and painfully he coughed out his intestines and died there on the ground. The demon dragged you away. Tears were streaming down your face. You didn't even get to say goodbye or tell him how much you loved him. You sat up with a jolt. It was just a dream. It was just a dream. It was just a dream. You had to keep telling yourself that. Then you realized that you were alone in the car. Panic flooded your body when the door behind you opened. You whipped around to see Gabes sweet face and mischievous smile. “Glad your awake sugar. We are here.” He nodded his head toward the motel. You nodded and got up, still shaken by the dream and Gabe noticed. “You okay sugar?” He asked with concern in his voice “it felt so real.” You mumbled. “What felt so real?” He questioned. You looked back at him and he understood. “Another nightmare?” You nodded and looked down. “Want to talk about it? The boys got two rooms, so I could help you unpack.” Gabe offered. You agreed and you both went inside. You got your key from the boys and you and Gabe walked to your room. It was decent. It had two queen size beds and a bathroom, mini fridge, desk, and a couple of lamps next to the bed. You placed your stuff on a bed and Gabe put his stuff on the other one. Gabe patted the bed and you sat down next to him. He put his arm around you and said “ok tell me about the dreams.” You sighed “ The first dream I woke up in a dark room I found a door and went through. I got blinded by the light on the other side and when my eyes adjusted I saw Sam lying there in a pool of his own blood, throat ripped out. I looked a little farther and saw Cas dead in Dean's arms. Dean then took out his gun and killed himself. I ran and tripped over something and when I turned back it was you, that was the worst one, then the yellow eyed demon came and told me it was my fault that they were all dead and that I should go back with him. Then I woke up. The Second dream I woke up in my old Cell. When I looked around I saw you, beaten and bloody worse than I had ever seen you. Then a demon came in. I thought it was to drain my blood like they normally did but he didn't. He walked over to you and started cutting and cutting. I begged him to stop and he did then pushed the blade deep in your stomach and you died. The dreams mostly stayed like this, but the dream I just had was different. I was alone in a motel room and there was a knock at the door. It was the yellow eyed demon he grabbed me by the throat. You then came and told him to let me go but then he snapped his fingers and you fell over and started to cough up blood. Soon you had coughed up your insides and died. I-” your voice broke “ I didn't even get to say goodbye or tell you how much I- you meant to me.” He held you close. “Hey sweetie I am not going anywhere, no one is. There is nothing to worry about ok?” You nodded and held him close.

Dean knocked on your door “y/n you should start getting ready, put your dress on we are going to a...gala”. Once you figured he was out of earshot you started talking. “Oh shit I am so screwed. I don't have a dress! What do I do gabe!” He looked you up and down. “ I could help.” You nodded and he snapped his fingers. You were wearing a red dress you gasped at the lovely dress and looked in the mirror your hair was in a bun and two strands were cascading down your shoulders the bun was being held by pearls and diamonds. Gabe looked at you “no that dress won't do the hair looks good but the dress is kinda eh” you made an odd face. Was he crazy? This dress was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. He snapped again and you were in a different dress but your hair was the same the dress was a purplish color. You stared at the beautiful gown but gabe frowned and snapped again and you were in a different dress. He snapped about 5 or 6 more times until he settled on a dress. It was gorgeous and Gabe smiled “it brings out your eyes. And it matches my outfit! So that's a perk!” You cocked an eyebrow and he snapped. He was now wearing a midnight blue tux.He looked incredibly handsome. He held out his arm “m’lady our limo to the gala awaits.” You took his arm and you both walked out and saw Sam and Dean in their fake FBI suits. Sam's eyes widened and Dean's mouth dropped when they saw you. “There's no way that's fitting in baby.” Deans said Gabe smirked and said “Us? Take that car? To a gala? Please Dean, I have way more class than that!” He turned to you “shall we?” You followed him out and to the boys amazement you and Gabe got in the limo parked outside. Gabe rolled down the window and looked to the boys “sorry dean-o, no room for you 2” then the limo drove away. You looked to Gabe “we could've taken them” he answered “I know but then we would get no alone time.” He gave you a smile that made your insides melt and you looked at him and he looked at you. His eyes were so beautiful. The car parked and you both got out. He took your hand and kissed It. Then you both went inside, and directly the bar. You and Gabe were seated for but 5 minutes when you heard a man call out “gabriel!? Why you son of a bitch! I haven't seen you since the renaissance!” You turned to see a man with blond hair walkover to you and Gabe. You cocked an eyebrow at Gabe and he sighed. “ Hey Balthazar, how has it been?” Balthazar walked over and gave Gabriel a hug. He then turned to you. He took your hand and brought it to his lips. “And who might this lovely flower be?” Gabe sighed again “Balthazar this is y/n Winchester. Y/N this is my brother Balthazar ” Balthazar's eyes widened. “How in hell did you get her away from her brothers!?” He laughed. You smiled “Feathers here whisked me away.” You said causing Gabe to smile and Balthazar’s jaw to drop. You looked to gabe “hey feathers, why don't you go get us all some drinks.” Gabe nodded and walked away. You turned to look to Balthazar, whose jaw was still dropped. You laughed “what?” He took a moment then answered. “If anyone ever talked to my brother that way he would smite them so fast. But you. You are different. I think he really cares about you. Like REALLY cares.” You let that sink in and Gabe returned with some drinks. When you had finished your drinks Gabe held out a hand “May I have this dance m’lady?” You laughed and took his hand as he whisked you away on the dance floor. As you were dancing you spotted your brothers. You pulled out your phone from the pocket (yes your dress had pockets!) and took a picture of them. You sent it to them and watched Dean's face as he looked at the picture then Sam's face when Dean showed him the picture. The look on his face was priceless and caused you to laugh a little “Why are you laughing sugar?” you showed him the picture and said “just messing with my brothers.” Gabe took your phone. “Want to really mess with them?” He asked with a mischievous grin. You nodded and he went to take a selfie of you and him. You smiled and at the last moment right before he took the picture he kissed you. When you both pulled away he asked “should I send it?” You nodded and he clicked send. You hugged him and said that you would meet him at the barge nodded and you were able to find Sam and Dean as they looked at the picture. “I'll kill him!” You heard Dean say, it kinda made you laugh seeing him so angry at one simple kiss. You sent a text to the boys telling them to meet you at the bar. You went and found Gabe having another drink. You sat down next to him. “Gabe?” He looked up “what's up sugar?” He smiled “can I ask you a question?” He nodded and you could see the concern in his eyes “what are we?” You asked. He looked at you and his eyes were serious “we are whatever you want us to be.” You smiled slightly “ Gabriel. I know I'm not the prettiest or the smartest I'm definitely not the nicest girl and I know if you wanted you could probably bang any of these people, but will you be my boyfriend?” He smiled and put his hands on your waist. He picked you up and twirled you around once you were on your feet again he said “Hells yeah sugar! I will always be yours.” He kissed you and you hugged him and all felt right. Your lips parted and just then the boys ran over. “Vamps on the move. Sams gonna follow it and corner it in an alley we will go behind and trap it. Ok?” You nodded and left with Gabe. He snapped when you had left the gala and you both were in your normal clothes. You grabbed your machete and ran for the alley; you both cornered the vamp and went home.

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Winter Snow: Chapter Fifteen

Author’s Note: Yes, a lot of native Hawaiians believe that it is unlucky to take lava rocks away from the islands. Bad luck is said to befall those who do take rocks home with them from Hawaii. Mauna Kea actually receives hundreds of returned rocks by mail every year from tourists that are experiencing bad luck after taking them. It is called the Curse of Pele. Look it up. Even if you DON’T believe in curses, it is extremely disrespectful to Hawaiian culture to take lava rocks or sand from the islands...so, please don’t do it.

“Will you marry me, Winter?”

Very slowly, I sat up to look at him. The steering wheel was now jabbing me in the spine but I was too stunned to care.

“You can’t be serious.” I shook my head.

“Why not?” He challenged.

He looked as relaxed as could be, reclined in his seat.

“We’re not ready.” I shook my head again.

He actually had to nerve to smirk at me. When the hell had my boyfriend become Draco Malfoy? Wait a minute...that explained everything! The Chapmans were really the Malfoy family using polyjuice potion! After Voldemort was defeated, they fled the wizarding world because everyone wanted to kill them.

“Sorry, Luna...but no. I think my family is screwed up enough all on its own, thanks.”

Fuck! I needed to get help. The thinking out loud shit really needed to stop.

“Why? I think it’s cute.”

Double fuck!

“And we are ready to get married.” Dakota brought the conversation back on track. “We already live like man and wife. We get up in the morning and you make breakfast while I take care of Granger and Malfoy. We take turns cleaning and cooking. We go grocery shopping together. Every week on payday, we sit down and budget our money together...speaking of wifely behavior...I’m pretty sure the only reason my parents know I’m alive half the time is because you make a point of calling every week and checking in. I haven’t signed a birthday or get well card since November because you do it for me. You haven’t shoveled snow or filled your own gas tank in just as long. This is all the behavior of an already married couple.”

Not once during his entire speech did he even lift his head.

“We’re too young! You just turned twenty-two and I’m only nineteen! A teenager!” I continued to argue as the steering wheel continued to dig into my back.

“Lily Potter was only eighteen when she married James Potter. By the time she was your age, she was already pregnant with Harry.” That damn Malfoy smirk was back on his face. “Severus Snape was only twenty-one when Lily died and he pledged his life to fighting the Dark Lord and keeping her son safe. Age is a state of mind and what you make it. It only matters if you let it matter.”

Damn him! He had (accurately) used Harry Potter against me!

“Dakota, you’re only asking because you’re pissed off at your grandpa.”

It was the last negative argument that I had even though I was pretty sure it wasn’t true. Why was I fighting this so hard? Why did I have to be the patronus to the dementor of my own happiness? When I thought of my future, Dakota was always the husband that I saw by my side. My imaginary children all had his dark brown, almond shaped eyes. Why was I letting my age hold me back?

Dakota reached up a hand and ran it over his face before he huffed, “Look in the glove compartment. That’s where Dad said he hid it.”

Curiously, and with a great deal of contorting myself in directions I wasn’t meant to go, I leaned over and opened the glove compartment. Shifting aside some insurance papers, I found...a ring box.

Picking it up, almost like it was made of glass, I moved back to my position straddling Dakota’s lap and just stared at the box.

“Open it,” He bounced his lap one time to get my attention.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the lid...and found the weirdest looking ring that I have ever seen. The silver band was inlaid with some kind of wood and there were three stones - a large diamond in the center, flanked by two smaller diamonds.

“The band is made with Hawaiian koa wood.” He explained. “I knew you wouldn’t want a traditional ring so I had this made. This way you could always carry a little piece of the islands we came from. I had thought about a lava stone...but I was scared of pissing off Pele.”

I couldn’t have held back the tears if I had tried. One minute, I was trying to think of any excuse I could to get out of marrying Dakota, the next I’m sobbing harder than when I found out Alan Rickman died.

“Damn, baby, come here.” He took the ring box from my hand and set it on the passenger seat before pulling me down to lay against his chest as he wrapped his well-muscled arms around me. “I didn’t mean to upset you, Winter.” He dropped a kiss to my forehead. “I just wanted you to know that I was already thinking about marrying you. A friend of Jamie’s made the ring and I was going to ask you on your birthday. I even have you dad’s permission.”

“I’m not mad at you and you didn’t upset me. I’m just made at myself.” I admitted as my tears continued to flow all over his nice blue dress shirt.

“Why are you mad at yourself, sweetie?” He ran a hand up and down my neck and my tears slowly started to ease up.

“Because I know you’re right. We pretty much are already married.” I spoke into his shirt as a few tears still managed to escape. “Even our parents know we are meant to be together. When I think of our future...I see us married. I see a bunch of kids driving me crazy as I homeschool them. I want to marry you. The only reason I’m saying no is because I’m worried about the rest of the world...a world that’s never accepted me. I’m letting what society thinks control me. That’s why I’m mad at myself.”

“This is your chance to break the hold that society has on you.” He held me tight and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Say, ‘fuck the world’ and marry me, Winter.”

I broke out of the hold that he had on me and sat up so I could look him in the eyes.

“Yes,” I nodded.

I went to reach for the ring but Dakota already had it in his hand and was removing my Claddagh ring and replacing it with koa ring.

I moved the Claddagh ring to my right hand before leaning down for a kiss.

“I love you, Winter.” He whispered against my lips when we parted for air.

“I love you, Dakota,” I responded, suddenly wishing that the two of us were in a locked room with a box of condoms and a bed.

“You know the beach is deserted and there’s a blanket in the backseat.” He must have read my mind but we still had a problem.

“We don’t have any condoms, baby.” I groaned.

I really needed to go on the pill.

“I’m willing to take the chance if you are.” He shrugged.

“Dakota, this is a gamble where if we lose...we end up with a baby...as in another human being we would be responsible for.” I pointed out the obvious. “Once again, I will point out...you are twenty-two and I’m only nineteen.”

“I wouldn’t think of a baby with the woman I love as losing.” Dakota shook his head. “I’d think if it as a blessing. Money wouldn’t be a problem. My brief stint on reality TV paid pretty well and I have my trust fund from my dad. Your parents pay us more than the living wage and we barely have any expenses living on resort property. We could easily afford to remodel the second bedroom in the cabin to turn it into a nursery. Your mom would be over the moon to have a grandkid and would give both of us plenty of time off.” He had clearly thought about this before. “And who cares how old we are? Lily Potter had Harry when she was twenty. Princess Diana was twenty when she had Prince William. My mom was eighteen when she had me. Are you going to let society say when we can have a baby?”

Well, when he put it that way, it made me want to try and have his baby. Me being me...I told him so.

“I’m game, Winter.” He reached up and cupped my cheek. “I really don’t want to wait if you don’t. I want to be a dad. I want to make you a mom.”

I almost started crying again. How did I get lucky enough to find the Harry to my Ginny?

“Can we get married this summer? Here on the islands?” I asked.

Hawaii was a spiritual place. The place that we had both taken our first breaths. Our first steps had been taken on Hawaiian soil. The everlasting symbol of our love that Dakota had just placed on my finger was a piece of Hawaii herself. It was only right that our marriage start in this beautiful, magical place.

“Of course we can, sweetie.” He ran a hand through my hair. “This is where I was hoping to marry you.”

“I want to have your baby,” I told him as I caught his hand and kissed the palm. “Not because we don’t have a condom. I want to keep trying after tonight. I want a family with you...only with you.”

He pulled me down and kissed me hard.

“I’ll grab the blanket...hop up.” He lightly smacked my ass when we parted.

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