#cas: why does the king of hell call you babygirl?

[certifiedwerewolf]

When did we start using the term babygirl the way we do? It was definitely after 2o12, right?

[cedarwoodtears]

ud characters playing the sims bc im bored

ashley: for such a sweet girl you’d be surprised at the fact she has a lot of sacrificial mods..what do you need them for?????? she still has her cute little family households of course but why do you have THREE serial killer sims. tbf they’re some of her ocs so it makes sense!! she loves making her ocs and making them have cute little happy domestic family lives…but also. so many strip clubs ashley we get you wanna look at virtual boobs LMFAOOOO we know all the animations you have downloaded yeah..it’s okay no shame in it girl ✊ ash doesn’t like playing around other people though she would rather not flash them….

chris: dedicates his time to breaking and exploiting the game…the ways this man thinks of ways to get a million simoleons you would think this man is el0n reincarnated no LOLLL even he’s got to step back sometimes and be like “this is a little fucked. oh well” and goes back to trapping pregnant sims in the pool and forcing them to constantly spawn cradles outside because they’re immortal and stuck in a constant birth loop. it’s entertaining as hell though i can’t blame him hours absolutely fly by when he’s breaking the game, half the time he’s just on call with his friends and sometimes sharing his screen so they can watch the horrors

emily: spends HOURS in cas. don’t ask how much cc she has on her computer. she stopped checking long ago. barely ever plays in live mode or build mode but always has the most EXQUISITE JAW-DROPPINGGGG sims. like wow i didn’t even know pixels could look this good. she’s made over all the townies and loves to make more…and they all manage to look unique in their own way she does NOT struggle with same face syndrome. em has made herself and the sim version of mike fight and she killed him LOLLL she used to do that with all the people she didn’t get along but now that she’s made up with a good majority of them they’re good friends in the game now..how cordial!!

jess: build mode GODDD oh my gosh she does not play around like that. you’d think her dream was to be an architect or interior designer the way she plays. she managed to rebuild the washington lodge amazingly!! it took her awhile to get the confidence to go back up there but she took her reference photos and got back..it took her a few weeks but she did it!! that’s her biggest achievement so far but she also just generally makes super nice houses!! like girl if you don’t use your talents in the real world NOW!!! we need you jess please save us from these ugly modern homes..babygirl..babygirl please…she hates modern homes. some of her favorite styles are gothic revival and mediterranean ^^

josh: he sometimes uses it to cope with his sisters deaths…he has a save file with them and him and he spends a lot of nights making them all a happy family with no worries 💔 usually he gets real sad after and doesn’t touch it for a few weeks….but then his next save is his mafia kingpin drug dealing multi millionaire who is the king of willow creek and has 80 girlfriends LOL josh what a life you’re making your sims live..either that or making the most old pathetic senile men do crazy stuff WHYYYYY is that man a stripper he’s about to die in one day LMAOOOO he occasionally uses the sims as inspiration for his short films funny enough!! maybe not the mafia one. or the um. other one. i’m sure him and chris would be down to poorly recreate it and laugh at it though

matt: has the WORST luck when playing…his guy somehow always manages to get caught on fire, drown, get into fights, get abducted by aliens, get stuff repossessed, all the bad things you can think happened in the sims has happened to him. tbf he doesn’t really know how to play so that doesn’t help LMAO he makes sure to save constantly at least!!! matt does his best to keep a happy family though even if it means doing a little money chest here and there ahem..kaching…motherlode…it’s not cheating if it’s for the better. that’s what he says. so it’s not wrong. matt also loves making the moms knit for the kids too i just think he sometimes wants to take knitting ideas from the game so he uses the moms to do so..

mike: his sims are always so ROWDY and WILD wdym your sims are bad as hell. and not in the good way. homewreckers, leaving toddlers homeless and constantly getting into fights and having the whole neighborhood hate you like mike 😭😭 not his sim self though. no that man GRINDED for WEEKS to max out all his skills and become the prime minister. and also have like 50 friends and an amazing romantic partner and be a multimillionaire all while being dashingly handsome…just like himself in real life, no?!? nah he knows that’s not true but doesn’t mean he can’t wish!! but yeah if it’s not himself in the sims they’re all such objectively bad people LMAOO we need to take away the extreme violence mod from him..

sam: always cheats to make the animals constantly in a good mood and never age bc she can’t let them die that would be wrong…sam loves making super long family lineages though like one of her favorites is her royal family of canada one..not the most realistic duh but it’s a silly little hobby of hers she’s had since she was a kid!!! there’s always an ominous graveyard outside the house with all the ancestors though. just a bit creepy. anytime she sees a ghost she sends it back to the spirit realm she will NOT have them roaming around!!! sometimes she just moves them onto another lot bc she’s trying to deal with 8 sims at once and well it gets a bit distracting having random furniture start floating when 3 of your sims are about to accidentally starve

[pocketsizedsam-blog1]

Falling For Crowley

Crowley x Nephillium!Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Swearing, Death

Y/N Novak was just your everyday girl. You got up. You went to school. Got straight A's. Came back home. Played a few games on your phone. Scrolled through your Instagram. But there was just one thing that separated you, from the rest of the girls your age. You're half angel. Your grandfather is god and your dad is the angel who fell in love with humanity. The only other family you had were your uncles, Sam and Dean Winchester. Oh, and did I forget to mention...? You're in love with the King of Hell. You didn't quite know how your dad would take it. Being in love with his arch nemesis and all. But you knew... He just wanted you to be happy. So he'd support you, right? Not quite.

"I'm sorry, what?" Cas looked at you coldly.

"I said... I've got a date!" Your exclamation became faint as you knew he was not happy.

"And who is this... guy?" He said with borderline disgust.

"Crowley." You muttered, barely audible.

"What's that sweetheart? You see... Your dad is way older than I am and I couldn't hear that... So I don't think he could." Your uncle Dean half joked.

"I said Crowley." You raised your voice, becoming angry with the three hunters in front of you.

Sam and Dean were taken aback. The brothers exchanged worried glances between each other.  Your dad however, stood up straight with anger.

"Crowley?" Cas half choked, but brushed it off as he was trying to show you his angry side.

"Yes, Crowley!" You growled.

"You can forget about it." He snarled.

Your face went beet red as you were deciding whether you should defy your dad and go on the date anyways or run into your room and take refuge from his wrath.

"Well. You don't own me. I'm my own person. And I can go on this date if I want too!"

"Well... technically he does own you until you're eighteen." Sam said wearily. "You're only seventeen years, four months, three days, twenty-one hours, sixteen minutes and.... twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one seconds old."

"Okay thank you for that, Uncle Sam." You grumbled.

"Crowley is dangerous, Y/N! I can't believe you want to go on a date with that d-dickwad!" Dean stuttered, loosing his sense of speech as he was so stunned by your decision.

"Be-cause! He's been really sweet to me!" You half swooned at the thought of Crowley in that sexy suit.

"Okay. Ew. Gross." Dean choked.

"Crowley. Really? Crowley?!?!" Cas growled.

"Yes, dad." You sniffed. "Crowley. I knew I shouldn't have told you."

You whipped around as quick as you could and made a beeline for your room. You heard your dad's heaving foot steps follow behind you, but then you heard your uncles stop him. Hours later your dad came into check on you, but you wanted no part in talking to him.

"Just leave me alone, dad." You grumbled.

"Y/N, you know... I only want the best for you... But Crowley...? He's a dangerous man. Way too dangerous for my seventeen year old babygirl." Cas tried to sympathize with you.

"You know what? Dad, I don't care!" You felt yourself bursting at the seams. "He's not going to hurt me! And he's going to protect me from whatever bad tries to get me! Like you guys always do. 'Cause you're just as dangerous as he is!"  

"Your uncles and I do way more good than Crowley does, Y/N."

"I already told you. I. Don't. Care. Get out, dad!"

With that, your dad left. It was always pretty quiet in the bunker. But right now, it wasn't helping. You didn't want to see your dad or your uncles. Your thoughts drifted to Crowley.

"Hello Darling." You heard a gruff voice with a thick English accent come from behind you.

"Crowley!" You whispered and whipped around, rushing into his arms.

He held you in a tight embrace as a smile crept across your face.

"Thank you for coming." Your smile widened as you took in the smell of his cologne.

You didn't care what your dad said, You loved the demon for who he was, and he loved you for who you are. Nothing would come between you. You knew he would protect you.

"I heard your call. Did they find out about us, pumpkin?" He slid a hand up and down your back in order to caress you.

"Yeah. Dad's not happy." Your voice became higher as the tears threatened to spill. "Neither is Uncle Sam or Uncle Dean. They're probably going to disown me or some shit."

"No, they won't, Y/N Dear, you're overreacting. Would it be better if I... talked to them?" He said reluctantly.

"No! No! Just... just take me away from here." You pleaded, holding onto him tightly.

"As you wish my Queen." He smiled devilishly, as he took you to hell.

"Everybody thinks that hell is very warm, but it's not as hot as everyone thinks, it's actually quite cold..." Crowley rambled on as he gave you the grand tour. "And this is where you can stay until you're ready to go home."

"I can't stay with you?" You began to whine.

"Baby steps, dear." He smiled cheekily, pressing a kiss against your forehead. "Your dad'll kill you and I."

"Yeah, but I'm not his babygirl anymore. I can make my own decisions, Crowley, my dad needs to understand that!" You grumbled and crossed your arms.

 "Well, it's getting late and you've had a rough day, get some rest! It won't be long before moose, squirrel and wings find you." He pressed another kiss on your forehead as he ushered you into the room.

As per your request, Crowley kept you hidden for your uncles and dad even though the three men knew you were with him. You and Crowley had grown even closer than you had when your relationship was of the top secrecy. Every now and then your dad left you messages, they became less frequent as he began to accept you didn't want to go back.

"What is it like?" Crowley asked curiously.

"What is what like?" You cocked your head to the side and you swayed to the music.

"Having grace coursing throughout your veins?"

"Well I guess it must be the same as you being a demon... I've never really thought about it I guess."

"What's the one word you'd use to explain it?" He adjusted his grip on your hand as you two slow danced.

"Well... The one word that comes to mind is... Electrifying!" You smiled up at him.

"Hmmm... electrifying?" He chuckled, pressing his lips against yours softly.

"Mmmhm... just like that!" You rested your head on his shoulder. "Sometimes my grace feels like a prison, Dad doesn't ever let me use it. I suppose he had to fight hard to keep the angels from me too."

"I see that your starting to realize why your dad was reluctant on letting you date me."

"Yeah... I miss him." You started to sniff as you choked back tears looking up at Crowley.

"You should have listened to him." Crowley snarled.

The pain came on all at once. It started at your stomach and shot throughout your body like lightning. You began to choke slightly as you watched Crowley's facial expressions. His eyes darted from yours to your stomach, undoubtedly to where the pain was coming from. You followed his motions and looked down afraid of what you'd see. The music behind you drowned out as all you could feel was pain. Your ears began ringing as if a C-4 bomb went off right next to you and you felt as if your knees were going to give out below you! As your eyes traveled down Crowley's chest, they stopped at your aching abdomen. Crowley's knuckled were a shade of white as he grasped the blade tighter. You watched as Crowley cocked the blade ninety degrees to his left. Blood and grace began to spew out of your stomach twice as fast now. You could feel the blade piercing your organs, It almost burned. You began to loose your vision due to the blood loss. Throughout the blurriness, you seen a vile being held very close to your wound. Every inch of your bright blue grace poured into that vile and filled it over half way. You grasped at your abdomen, your eyes pleading for help with Crowley's intrusive glare. As Crowley abruptly pulled the blade out of your stomach, you felt yourself falling, faster than ever. Before hitting the ground, you heard a familiar voice. It wasn't Crowley.... nor one of his servants. No, it was your dad.

"Y/N!"

You've never seen Crowley zap out quicker ever before. Cas rushed over to you, pulling your warm, freshly deceased body into his arms. You had died just a second before. Cas grasped at your arms, begging you to come back. He was frozen in place. He didn't know what to do. The woman he loved died giving birth to you and you were gone too. No amount of pain, no amount of grief could compare to the way Castiel was feeling right now. Sam and Dean looked at each other, tears pricking both their eyes almost unwillingly as both boys knew someone had to be there for Cas. Sure, Cas had to deal with a lot of loss before, but he's never lost his little girl. No amount of loss before this moment or after this moment could have prepared Cas for that feeling.

"Y/N?" He sobbed. "Y/N please! C'mon baby, wake up! It's me! It's dad! I'm here!"

He pleaded and pleaded, but no amount of pleading could ever bring you back. You were too far gone. Each person in that now practically empty room had each given something  special to you that neither could get back. Your father devoted his entire life on earth to taking care of you, protecting you from all the good and bad that would ever try to harm you. He succeeded. Until he let you out of his sight for what felt one second. The wall he had built around you had all come tumbling down as Crowley tapped it with the lightest amount of force. Your uncle Sam had given you a kidney when you were sick. Castiel had became human just weeks before, feeling as helpless as ever. Sam had also taught you everything you knew about leadership and how to use your verbal skills. He was a man of many wise words. Your uncle Dean taught you how to shoot a gun and how to drive. He taught you neat tricks you knew your dad would kill you for if he had ever caught you using them. But most of all those three men taught you how to love. Even when you wanted to strangle the other. They gave you a family, they listened to you and helped you fix your problems. The abomination, the righteous man, and Lucifer's vessel taught you how to love and care for others. Even when they had trouble with that themselves. But there was no more to give anymore. Nothing more to teach. You were gone. Betrayed by someone you thought you loved. Leaving behind three men with broken hearts, just as hurt as you were when you felt the light burning out.

[bellero]

I Love You Too, Babygirl.

Summary- based on the 11th season finale, after it’s agreed that Dean will be used as a bomb to get to Amara his daughter doesn’t take the news well.

Warnings- mentions of death, swearing, angst.

A/N- I know, I have’t posted a fic in ages but I have’t had a very positive mindset for the past two weeks so it’s been difficult, but I’m feeling better and ready to work on some requests!

Everybody was sat in the library staring at Chuck, he knew there was a way to destroy Amara, otherwise known as the darkness.

He let out a sigh and raised his hands up in surrender, “all right. Fine, the Darkness might—might have a weakness” he admitted, standing up he walked over to Crowley and took the whiskey bottle from his hand, “light” he said taking a swig and sitting back down, Crowley rolled his eyes “he tells us now” he retorted sarcastically, Chuck looked around at everyone who was giving him a look of disbelief “What? I-I just wanted to trap her. I didn't want to murder her” he defended.

“Okay, but now that we're trying to end her, how much light are we talking about?” Sam asked, Chuck let out a sigh and pondered for a while, he shrugged “I don't know. 10,000 suns set to supernova” he said, you let out a defeated sigh and sat in one of the chairs, “well, that’s impossible” you muttered, Dean shook his head “no, it’s not. you're God. So, just God them up” he said causing you to snort, “look at him, dad. He’s not in the best shape right now” you replied causing Dean to let out a sigh and run a hand over his face.

“Okay. Uh, that's all right. Uh, we just need other ideas...Rowena, what about the Book Of The Damned?” Sam asked gesturing towards the witch, she let out a scoff and shook her head causing her red hair to bounce, “this is beyond...” She trailed off, Sam sighed “okay, Crowley?” He asked, Crowley looked at him and shook his head “oh. I got nothing” he said causing Sam to sigh again, Cas was the next one to speak up “well, what about souls? They fuel your demon deals. Souls are living batteries. They're full of energy, they're full of light. Each one is as powerful as...100 suns” he said causing everyone to look at him with hopeful glints in their eyes, “h-he's not wrong” Rowena stuttered out with a small smile on her face.

“Okay, so if we got this kind of juice, then what?” Dean asked, Rowena stepped forward slightly, “you get me enough souls...I can build a bomb” she said, your dad and uncle looked between each other, “would that do the trick?” Dean asked Chuck, he shrugged “maybe..” he replied.

Dean nodded his head and looked towards Rowena, “okay. How many souls are we talking here?” He asked, she shrugged her shoulders, and looked at your father “the more the better” she replied.

Everyone started discussing where they could gather the souls, Cas went to ask in Heaven, Crowley checked Hell and Sam and Dean were leaving to gather souls from the Waverly Hills Sanatorium, you stayed behind and helped Rowena and Chuck come up with a game plan.

A while later, everyone was once again, gathered in the war room looking dejected, “the angels are—heaven won't help” Cas sighed, Dean raised an eyebrow at him “they know that this is the end, right? Of everything” he said, Cas nodded his head, “and they don't care?” Sam asked, Cas shook his head in response “it's not that. It's...They know God is dying and they don't think we can win this. Souls or no souls. They're sealing Heaven, and they're "dying with dignity"’ he said quoting them, Dean let out a sigh, “well, that's awesome” he sarcastically replied. Sam looked at Crowley “all right, Crowley. What about you?” He asked, the king of hell let out a small yet audible sigh “well, I had all the souls we needed” he admitted, Dean furrowed his eyebrows slightly and let out a short laugh “what do you mean "had"?” He asked, Crowley rolled his eyes slightly “while I was indisposed, a few of my demonic pals decided to raid my stash” he replied, everyone looked around, the hope they once had was slowly slipping away “well, what we have— it's not enough” Cas said adding on to the hopelessness of the situation.

Suddenly the electricity started buzzing and the lights were flickering around the war room, “well, that could be nothing but good news” Crowley sarcastically retorted, Cas took out an angel blade, Dean grabbed you and pulled you next to him as him and Sam pulled out their guns. They turned and aimed at the door on the upper level of the War Room.

The familiar face of Billie made an appearance, “nice diggs” she said looking around, “Billie?” Sam asked lowering his gun, she made her way down the metal stairs, “who’s Billie?” Rowena asked, you let out a slight sigh and pulled your arm out of your dads grip, you turned to Rowena “reaper. wants us dead, tons of fun” you said sarcastically, Rowena nodded and your turned back to the reaper.

“What’re you doing here?” Sam asked, she stood in front of your dad and uncle with her arms crossed, “I saw you boys at Waverly Hills, and call me a curious kitten, but with, you know, credits about to roll, I gotta ask—why you boys busting ghosts?” She asked, you and Sam looked at each other with furrowed eyebrows whilst your dad carried on talking “why do you care?” He asked causing the reaper to roll her eyes in annoyance, “dead folks—kind of my thing. So... spill” she demanded, Sam and Dean looked at each other, silently communicating, “we're collecting souls to build a bomb” Sam spoke,                   “to blow the Darkness to hell”  Dean followed.

Sam, Dean and Billie looked towards the bomb which is glowing on the table, “okay” Billie said nodding her head, Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “okay?Uh, w-what does that mean, "okay"?” He asked, Billie let out a slight sigh “means way things are going, I'm about an hour away from reaping God himself” she said gesturing towards Chuck who was slumped on the chair watching the conversation in front of him.

“So you're here to help us?” Cas asked questioning the reaper, she let out a small laugh “little tip—you want souls, call a reaper” she replied walking over to the small glowing object sat on the table, she picked it up and held it in her hand, “well, this is exciting” Dean muttered causing you to roll your eyes, but he nudged you when he saw a small smile play on your lips.

There was a sudden whooshing noise as the bomb glowed and bright beams of light streamed around the room, your eyes were widened with awe as you watched them fly into the bomb, the glowing stopped and it was silent.

“How many souls are in there?” Cas asked Billie who looked from the bomb, then to him “a couple hundred... thousand. I raided the veil. Like I said, dead folks—kind of my thing” she said, Billie turned to Rowena and handed her the bomb, “we good?” She asked the red headed, Scottish witch. Rowena carefully took the bomb from the reapers hands, “very” she replied with a small smile, Billie turned around and started walking out of the bunker, “see you around” Dean said, she paused “yeah, you will. Just hope it’s not today” she then looked over her shoulder slightly “Crowley” she called causing him to smirk, but he then looked sheepish when he saw the questioning looks everybody was giving him.

“So, what now?” Cas asked, everybody was still staring at the bomb which Rowena was holding, “well, now we have the bomb, so we just got to find Amara” he said, Chuck raised his hand slightly gaining everybody’s attention, he lowered his hand hand began talking “I can track her. She's not warded anymore. Why would she be? She won” he muttered looking forward, you patted him on the shoulder “that’s the spirit” you muttered causing Sam to laugh slightly. “Okay, so what do we do next?” Dean asked everybody, Cas was the next to speak up “we need somebody to get close to her, someone with a... personal connection” he glanced towards Dean, causing everyone else to look towards him.

“Well, what are we waiting for? How do I smuggle this thing?” He asked gesturing towards the bomb, “we could always shove it up your—” you began but was cut off by Dean who hit you on your arm, “hey” he warned with a pointed finger causing you to poke out your tongue, “I mean, you could” Crowley said backing you up, Dean turned to him “don’t encourage her” he muttered causing you to let out a short laugh.

“You won't carry the bomb. You'll be the bomb” Rowena spoke up, you looked at her with widened eyes, “I'm gonna take what's in there...and put it in here” she explained placing a hand on your father chest, “once you get close to her, you press your fingers together like so— boom” she finished.

You felt a dull ache in your chest when you looked towards him, he wouldn’t actually agree to this... would he?

Dean let out a sigh, “okay” he said causing your eyes to widen even more, you stood up “no, no not okay” you protested, everybody looked quite shocked at your outburst, “I understand that we need to defeat Amara, and I understand that using the bomb is the only way to do so but... is there any other way to sneak it in?” You asked Rowena who just looked at you sympathetically, she shook her head “if there was another way then I’d do it, but unfortunately this is the only option, I’m sorry”.

You felt tears gather in the corner of your eyes, you quickly swallowed and looked down, taking a deep breath you pushed the tears back and looked back up but avoided eye contact with everyone. You nodded your head “okay, if it’s the only way then do it” you stuttered out, you clenched your fists to try and stop them from shaking “are you sure, Y/N?” Cas asked, you nodded your head and put a smile on your face “yeah, I mean we have to save the world... Right?” You asked, before anybody else could say anything you walked towards the steps leading towards the bunker, “where’re you going?” Sam asked, you turned to him with the fake smile still intruding your features “I just need to go for a walk, clear my mind a little... I’ll be back soon though, don’t worry” you answered.

Slamming open the door to the bunker you stumbled outside and collapsed into a wall holding your hands over your face. Once the first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream, you began to cry with the force of a person vomiting on all fours.

You looked up and breathed in deeply, held it for a few seconds and let out a ragged breath before repeating it several times.

You couldn’t loose him, not again.

You heard footsteps slowly approach, looking up you saw Castiel, “what’re you doing out here?” You asked him, your voice hoarse from all the crying. You wiped your eyes with your hands and stood up properly, “I wanted to make sure you were okay” he replied causing you to smile slightly, “thanks Cas” you said leaning back against the wall, he walked over and stood next to you, “I’m sensing a lot of emotion...” He trailed off, you shook your head “I just--I’m scared... I mean, Dean’s died so many times already I just...” you let out a sigh and closed your eyes, “I’m scared that this time, he won’t come back, and I don’t think I can deal with that. He’s my dad, I don’t think I’d do good without him...” You trailed off looking down, you chewed on your lip and looked up at Cas who was looking at you with an uneasy glint in his eye, “I can’t say that he will come back after this... I can’t say he won’t either... But, what I can say is that he’ll always be with you no matter what happens.You also have a family in there that will look out for you” he said causing you to smile slightly, you let out a breath and wrapped your arms around Cas’ waist, “thank you, Castiel” you muttered, he hugged you back rubbed your back before pulling away when the bunker door opened, Dean stepped out and sent you a small smile. Cas patted your shoulder and made his way back into the bunker leaving you and your dad alone.

Dean slowly walked over to you, “hey, kid... How’re you doing?” He asked, in any other situation you would’ve laughed at his awkwardness, but now wasn’t an appropriate time to do so.

“Are you really doing this?” You asked him causing him to stop abruptly, “are you really going to sacrifice yourself?”  You asked again, he let out a sigh and looked down at the floor before looking back at you, “sweetie, it’s the only option we have...” he trailed off, you felt your chest tighten as the aching feeling increased. You shook your head and ran both hands through your hair, you looked up at your dad whos eyes were filled with pain and guilt, “what if you don’t survive this? I’ve had to say goodbye to you so many times before I--I can’t do it again, I can’t watch you die again... You’re my dad, Dean. I need you” your voice broke so you stopped talking and took a deep breath in.

“You think I wanted to put my life on the line like this? Trust me if there were any other way to fix this mess then I’d do it” he crouched down in front of you and took your smaller hands in his much bigger ones, “listen, I might not come back from this so there’s something I want you to know before I go... When your mom dropped you off on the motel doorstep sixteen years ago, I didn’t know what to think I mean, I was terrified. I didn’t want to raise a kid into this life, I didn’t want to do to you what my dad did to me... The truth is, I was going to give you up so you could have a chance at a normal life but dad, he convinced me to keep you and to raise you... Y/N I’m so glad that I did,” he said with a soft smile, tears were threatening to spill from your eyes as he spoke, “you’ve always kept me grounded when times got bad, even when you were a toddler just starting to walk you somehow knew when I was upset, or angry and you’d just latch onto me like a little Koala” he chuckled, tears were flowing carelessly from both you and your dads eyes, “listen, when I go... I don’t want you to go hellbent on bringing me back, I want you to use this as a way to live a normal life, okay? I want you to go to school, graduate, go to college... More importantly, you need to remember that I’ll never really be gone, I’ll always be here somewhere watching over your shoulder, I’m not going to leave you, okay?” He finished, you fell into him, wrapping your arms around his neck sobbing into his shoulder. He engulfed you with his arms and held you tight as you both cried.

“I love you, dad” you muttered, your voice slightly muffled from his shoulder, Dean smiled lightly, “I love you too, babygirl”.

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