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zepskies · 6 months ago

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Headcanon: When You're Having His Child...

Pairings: Dean Winchester x F. Reader, Beau Arlen x F. Reader, Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader

AN: This one is requested by @cevansbaby-dove, and is kind of a continuation of this imagine: When you have morning sickness.

Tags/Warnings: Potential fluff overload.

HC: How Dean, Beau, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would act while you're in labor.

Dean Winchester

Oh, sweet man...

Dean does the thing where he pretends he has his shit together.

He's really trying, for your sake, for his own, and to save face around Sam and Eileen and Jody and everyone else in the hospital waiting room.

They can see it, and he knows it: he's freaking the hell out.

When he's in the room with you, he's either helping you, holding your hand, waiting for you to be dilated enough to start the whole "having a baby" process, or pacing around on those bowlegs, occasionally dragging a hand over his mouth in that telltale nervous gesture.

"Babe, come 'ere," you say with strain. That last contraction really took it out of you. "You're making me even more nervous than I already am."

Dean goes to you and smooths a hand over your hair.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry. How're you holding up?"

Tears well up in your eyes, but you try to breathe through it. You're overwhelmed, you're in pain, and you've been in labor for several hours already.

"We're ready for this, right?" you ask, squeezing his hand. He sits on the edge of your bed and makes sure you look him in the eyes.

"We're about to find out," he says, with a bit of teasing. But his gaze is steady when he brings your hand up to his lips. "You don't gotta worry about anything. I'm gonna be with you, come whatever, okay?"

You smile, because you don't just believe him. You know.

Because after years of fighting together, surviving together, living together, you know that this is just one more adventure you get to go on with him by your side.

Now, Dean would rather not see all the gritty details of the birth, but he stays in the delivery room, letting you squeeze the shit out of his hand. He's not going to leave your side. He's wiping sweat from your brow and encouraging you, being whatever kind of support you need.

After the baby's born and the nurses bring her back all cleaned up, Dean holds his daughter for the first time.

He has tears in his eyes. For a long moment, he doesn't even blink. He stares down at that small, perfect face. Already he sees some of your features in her.

He can't put into words how he feels. It's overwhelming in his chest. But one thing is certain...

Dean's never been more grateful to be alive than in this moment.

He blinks, and the first of his tears fall. He brings her to you, sitting down carefully on the edge of your bed again so you can hold her. You're beyond exhaustion, sweaty, and weeping, but one thing is certain...

You've never been more grateful for Dean than in this moment.

You turn to him, giving him a small smile. He returns it, and he leans in to give you a gentle kiss.

"Do you have a name picked out yet?" one of the nurses asks.

You and Dean share a look: his imploring, yours knowing.

"We're not naming her Baby," you warn him.

"Aw, come on."

Beau Arlen

Round 2! 🫡

Beau runs the gambit from excited, to anxious, to freaking the hell out, and back to excited.

This is "Round 2" for him. His second child. But he's had reservations about being an "older" father to a new baby. (He's pushing 50 at this point. No matter how much he keeps in shape, he still feels his age in his bowlegged knees.)

You've assured him that plenty of men have children at his age.

Regardless of his insecurities though, you know he's still over the moon. Beau has always wanted more kids, deep down, and now thanks to you, he's getting his wish.

He's the man who's "prepared for anything."

When your water broke, he already had your to-go bag ready with everything you might need.

But he continues to ask you questions from the moment he's got you out the door to the drive over to the hospital, and even in the lobby.

"You thirsty? You comfortable like that? How's the pain? Just breathe, baby. I gotcha. Watch your step now. You hungry? We've got protein bars in the bag, unless you're cravin' something else. First things first, let's check in. Oh, I hope we can getcha in a private room. Let's see--oh damn, they sure are packed today, huh? Okay, how're you holdin' up? How's the pain, level of 1 to 10? Yep, got it, hold my hand. Just breathe through it. I gotcha."

Bless him. The man means well, but he's driving you freakin' crazy.

"Beau, I know. If you don't take a breath, I'm gonna pop you in the damn nose."

He tries not to smile at your grumpiness. "...Okay, I hear ya. Let's just get you into your room."

He rarely leaves your side during the entire labor, just to get you anything you might actually need. The radio at his belt occasionally goes off for work, but he apologizes, having forgotten to turn it off. He put Jenny in charge while he's gone.

"Let's just hope the precinct's still standing when I get back," he jokes. He finally turns off the radio and takes it off his belt, to your relief. And he returns his undivided attention to you.

Beau witnessed the birth of his daughter Emily, so he's no stranger to being in the delivery room. He even ventures past the curtain when your son is born, breathing air into his little lungs and letting out a powerful cry.

Beau laughs with tears in his eyes. "That's my boy."

When the nurses place him into your arms first, Beau supports your hold and brushes your sweaty hair back from your face. "Good job, honey. Good job."

"I know," you tease weakly.

Beau chuckles. He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead and looks down at the small bundle in your arms and his.

"We have a son," Beau says. His eyes are red and shining. "I have a son."

"You have a son," you nod. You look over at him and lean in for a kiss. He obliges you, and rests his forehead against yours afterwards.

Life is meant for moments like this, he thinks.

He's damn grateful it's with you.

Soldier Boy (Ben)

Readers of Strong as Blood in the BMD-verse will recognize some of this HC...

This day has been a long time coming, for both of you.

He smells like cigar smoke when he comes back into your recovery room. For which you have no doubt, Ben had been puffing away with Butcher and M.M. outside the hospital.

Ben was with you for most of the lead up to the birth, but you actually agreed that having him in the delivery room wasn't a good idea. He never did well with you in pain, and with his temper, he might just scare the shit out of the doctor and nurses.

He strides toward you though, when he enters the room. He lays a hand on your head and another on the baby's tuft of brown, downy hair.

"We have a daughter," you tell him, with a watery smile.

Part of him still twinges with disappointment. He didn't react well when he found out you weren't carrying a boy, his future son.

(You'd given him enough hell that he never brought up the subject again.)

But that all fades away when he looks down at his daughter's face.

He carefully sits on the edge of your bed, but he's suspended in time. His chest tightens in a way he's never experienced before.

It's almost like pain, but not. Not at all.

He brushes a thumb along the baby's soft cheek. He's almost hesitant to touch her, knowing how fragile she is.

"Beautiful, like her mother," he says at last. And he means it.

He earns your smile.

"Flatterer," you accuse. You know you look as wrecked as you feel. Somehow, none of that matter's whenever you look at your child's face.

You look over at Ben with a shining smile. His lips twitch. He leans in and meets your lips with a kiss, slow and deep and intimate in this quiet little room.

“You okay?” he asks you, after he pulls away. “Got everything you need?”

He’s become even more protective, of course, but also more attentive to you. Especially in the last few months of your pregnancy, seeing how uncomfortable you've become.

It warms you every time, when you consider how rough, how stoic, and how damn-near emotionally repressed he can be.

It seems that fatherhood is beginning to soften him, even before he begins. You quirk a smile at the thought, and at his question.

“Imagine pushing a super melon out of your dick. That’s how I’m doing,” you say cheekily.

He snorts a bit loudly at that, and you shush him, as if it wasn’t your fault he was laughing. He expects nothing less from you.

“But I’m okay,” you answer his second question. “All I need right now is you.”

Ben considers you, a slightly gentler smile curving his lips, and he nods.

“All right,” he says. In this moment, he realizes that his entire world is in this room.

He’d never admit it, but it's a terrifying thought, for a man who once had everything and nothing.

You unknowingly stop the path of his thoughts when you ask him, "Want to hold her for a while?"

Ben perks up at attention. He's a bit uncertain on how exactly to hold the baby, but he can't lose face and tell you that. So he just accepts the bundle when you place her in his arms.

As he looks down at a small face that already has some of his features, he inhales a faltering breath.

It's the first time you ever see true tears in his eyes, despite how much he resists. One manages to draw a path down his cheek.

“You know, you’re blessed to have my genes, sweetheart,” he says. It elicits a knowing scoff out of you. “But you’re also lucky as hell to have your mom.”

Ben looks up and finds the predictable well of tears forming in your eyes. His smirk softens around the edges.

“She’s the best damn woman you’re ever gonna meet,” he says.

AN: All right, I'll stop. 😭 I hope you enjoy this one, fluff overload and all! Who was your favorite this time: Dean, Beau, or Ben? 💜

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summary spending time at drew's mom's house and drew being the best dad in the world.

warning(s) a lot of baby fever drew (you’ve been warned)

You awoke at eight in the morning to your six month son, Caleb, babbling on Drew's chest. Drew's enormous hands grip Caleb's small hands to prevent him from falling. Their brief communicate made you grin before you turned over.

Seeing Drew become a dad is one of the most beautiful and monumental things to experience with your own eyes. Drew is incredibly careful and loving with Caleb. He is meant to be a dad.

"Do you see mommy?" Caleb's gaze is fixed on you, a toothless smile growing in his face, "Can you say good morning?" Drew questions Caleb, as if he understands what he is saying.

Caleb raises his arms in response, making you quietly chuckle, "Good morning, my handsome little guy!"

"What about me?" Drew mumbles, pretending to be butt hurt⎯what a drama queen.

"Oh and good morning my handsome hunka of a man" you try holding in your laughter but you let it out. Drew looks at you with his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

Never heard you say that before. He thinks to himself.

"What time did you two wake up?" you ask Drew, scooping Caleb to nurse him before he gets fussy. "Thirty minutes ago," he responds, seeing you cradle Caleb in your arms and helping you pull his shirt to nurse him.

Today is going to be a great day. Drew and you will be heading out to Drew's mom house. She wanted everyone to come over to spend some quality family time. Plus, it's been awhile since you've seen Jodie and family with Drew filming and such.

Arriving to the house, you carried Caleb's diaper bag on your shoulder, and Drew held Caleb in his carseat⎯sleeping peacefully away. "Do you think he'll wake up when the door opens?" you ask Drew, gesturing to Caleb.

Drew shrugs his shoulders, "I say it’s fifty fifty with him," he says honestly.

When the front door opens, Jodie is there, beaming and beaming with excitement. She stepped aside, motioned for you guys to enter with her right hand, and then embraced you warmly.

With her hands on her knees, she leans slightly down and admires Caleb. "It's good to see you both," she squeals, "and seeing my handsome grandson who's sleeping."

Everyone's faces brightened up when they saw you enter the living room. You hugged everyone while Drew was on the other side of the living room.

Drew placed the carseat on the floor, kneeled down, and pulled up the handle and cover, revealing Caleb stirring in his seat. Drew let Caleb to sleep till he awoke.

"How was the drive getting here?" Brooke questioned, leaning against the kitchen counter and sipping her wine.

"Not too bad," Drew responds, "we were stopped in minor traffic."

Caleb is whimpering faintly in the living room, and you notice him wiping his tired eyes. "My sweet boy," you coo as you unbuckle him. "Mama's got you," you shh.

When you go into the kitchen with Caleb putting his head on your chest, looking around, and covering his face when everyone says "hi."

"Why are you being shy bub?" You chuckle lightly before kissing his temple─Caleb places his left hand on your chest, showing his face again─laughter fills the kitchen when he grins randomly.

──

The house became increasingly active throughout the day. You and Jodie talked in the kitchen about Caleb's developmental milestones, such how he was learning to sit up on his own and babbled "da-da" the other day. Meanwhile, Drew and Caleb exchanged moments that made your heart throb from love.

Every got their fair share of being in Calebs presence. It's amazing knowing how loved he is by his loved ones. Basically, he was the life of the show today.

Jodie has a play mat with an arch filled with colorful, textural toys that he can hold and pull. Drew lay on his stomach near Caleb, holding up a brightly colored toy to get his son's attention. "C'mon, buddy. "You can do it," he encouraged softly.

Brooke sits on the edge of the couch, filming the memorable moment. Everyone focused their attention on the two boys on the floor. Jodie and you were wondering what made everyone stop talking in the kitchen.

Caleb gave out a determined grunt, his tiny legs flailing as he attempted to get closer to the toy. Drew celebrated as if Caleb had just scored a touchdown. "That's my boy!"

──

Everyone was seated at the dinner table finishing their food. Caleb took a nap on the couch─it was his nap time and secured without falling off the edge. Drew was already finished with his plate and spent time with Caleb.

Drew sank onto the recliner chair, Caleb nestling in his arms. Caleb was rambling incoherently, his little fingers tracing Drew's facial features.

"You're telling me all your secrets, huh?" Drew muttered, his voice low and soft. Caleb reacted with a gurgling that sounded disturbingly like laughter, and Drew's entire face brightened up.

Drew's twin.

There are specific things he does that prove he is Drew's son. Caleb was seated in his high chair last week, tasting new foods for the first time. Drew and you were sitting in front, feeding him. Caleb tries the food while squinting and leaning back with wide eyes, similar to Drew's behavior⎯he must've thought you did something.

Caleb was lying on Brooke's chest, gripping her pointer finger, and watching the football game on TV as the night came to an end. He made plenty of sounds whenever a tackle or touchdown happened.

You checked the time on your phone, it was getting late, and you guys needed to head back to the house soon. Drew started getting your belongings together while you started saying your goodbyes.

"It was so nice having you guys over," Jodie says, beaming with both delight and sadness as she watches you settle away. "Love is coming over Jodie," you say, smiling.

After getting home and settling in your pajamas, Drew and you gave Caleb a bath⎯his favorite thing ever. Always kicking and splashing everywhere. Drew carried Caleb in his room nextdoor while you did your skincare.

"I wonder what they're doing" you mumbled to yourself as you washed your hands.

You lingered in the doorway, watching Drew hold Caleb close and sway gently. "Goodnight, buddy," he said softly, his lips caressing Caleb's temple. "You're my everything, you know that?"

You feel a tear fall down your face. The sight caused your throat to knot with emotion. Once again, Drew being such an amazing dad.

You walked into the room and wrapped your arms around Drew from behind. He glances up and places his left hand on your right arm, "Hey, beautiful."

"You're good dad, you know that?" You tell him honestly, burying your face in his neck, thinking how nice he smells.

"And you're good mom, you gave me our son as you carried him so much," he whispers carefully so he won't wake Caleb, "you went through so much, I should be the one complimenting you."

What did you do to deserve someone like him?

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