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mc-slowwalker · 3 years ago

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shipping to australia is a nightmare. anytime I go to do any online shopping I’m instantly stopped by the thought of shipping. hahahahahahaha at least that’d be a funny way to go out tho

yeah true!! every time I’m watching a vod I’ll get so startled cause they always pop up when you’re least expecting them too. I’ve only got my prime sub and I haven’t tested it but I have a feeling that twitch would still give you ads. they seem like the type

so true I’m not paying hundreds of dollars for textbooks I’m barely gonna use for half a year. oof that sucks. if I didn’t google my way through those exams I guarantee I would have failed though😅😅 then one subject that was ungoogleable, I did fail. god now I feel bad about how terrible a student I am

it’s so nice to see dream being on streams and having fun and interacting with other people !! it sucks cause I would absolutely LOVE to see dream on ppsat but I hate the idea of toxic people that would find reasons to shit on them :// like with gartic phone the other day. I felt like so toxic when the twitter updates account tweeted that dream was there cause I knew the “twitter stans” were coming. and I don’t even have a terribly negative view of stans as a whole. and then turns out it was justified and then I felt even worse. the gumi stuff pissed me off too. feeling a bit bad for dream tho. mans can’t even play with his friends without them getting attacked. I clicked on the links in your subtitle/heading/whatever it’s called when I first followed you like 6 or so months ago. was pretty funny

damnnn you’re doing all of those?? that’s tough. I dropped language (french) in yr 10 and decided to never touch maths again after I finished highschool and I loweky like maths too. oh I will 100% be telling people to touch grass that is so funny. I also can’t say anything about the nerd thing cause I just fully had the thought “what if I write an essay on the internet and it’s effect on language development”

Yes!! please tales!! where is it!! my weekly dose of happiness. I remember the last tales stream I watched like it was yesterday�� I miss the ____ my beloved gifs that would be everywhere everytime a new character was introduced. I may have very little clue about any of the in between/the other side lore but damn were the builds insanely good. I was watching tubbo’s stream too and he said there wasn’t anything to do on the dream smp and like true ig but🥲🥲 he also said he’s been thinking about lore on twitter tho!!! so there is that !! hmm yeah I do wonder what they’re waiting for actually cause it’s been genuinely so long that c!dream’s been in the prison for. I wanna why it’s so important cause cc!dream and cc!sam put a lot of emphasis on it. and I just really really want to see what c!dream will be like out of the prison. for so many reasons

oh nooo ripppp. that’s kinda funny tho. the video was so short that was funny too. sapnap and george 2000iq moment nice. it was a nice vid tho, chill and enjoyable. so much dream content recently I feel like he’s about to drop off the face of the earth or miraculously stream something (highly unlikely but I can hope)

When streamers runs ads you gey a warning! But when vods do it it’s just a hey haha fuck you! You’re 100% right about twitch jeff bezo wouldn’t let any thing go to waste. He’s not the ceo right now but I hate him anyways. I’ve never actually used prime sub because I don’t have amazon prime, but I’ve been gifted subs a couple of times which was neat!

You know I may not be the best student but as someone who has cried a lot because of school I think it’s morally correct to be a bad student Cheat!! You’re paying then money they owe your ass so fucking much!! Abuse their resources stick it to the man. No time in life for guilt especially considering that universities are just corporations anyways they made hide behind the guise of learning but I’m calling them out no way knowledge gotta cost this much

I also love seeing dream stream with his other friends! To badly quote scott smajor, the dream team is made up of anti social sweaty fucks (affectionate). He’s always so awkward at first and ngl? Huge confidence booster /j/j. Logically I understand that twitter update accounts are useful, but I think they should all collectively take a break for a minute. Would it change anything? No. But it would make a lot of people very unhappy. I don’t even know what to do about toxic twitter stans because like, content creators and us can call them out and not at all condone their actions but we can’f actually do anything about it? It’s super frustrating. And I feel like a hypocrite too because if dream does stuff with a cc I hate I bitch about it too I just don’t have as far a reach. Like I for sure threw a whole fit when dream went on to kaceytron’s stream. Actually I tend to get upset when he goes onto streams with people who actively hate him. So I struggle with that because despite feeling like I’m justified in doing that, twitter stans feel justified in their stuff too. You could argue that it’s different because the chance that the ccs will see it is near 0 but it’s still the same behavior isn’t it? For sure not saying twitter stans are right, they piss me off how dare they say shit about gumi, but also I worry that I act similar you know?

I’m glad is was amusing I haven’t gotten any angry anons so I can never tell if the links are working or not

Listen listen it’s less that I chose this and more that they’re requirements. Spanish is a req, but I’ve always really liked spanish? I’ve found with learning languages I have to be interested in the lanrguage’s history/culture. So french makes me mad but spanish makes me feel cozy and I like it! I pick up spanish pretty fast too and I’d like to be actually fluent in it some day. Language as a whole is super interesting. Also the internet has made language even more interesting with widespread similarities and what not

Listen I would agree more with tubbo but instead Imm going to lighheartedly call him a coward who’s afraid of surprise lore! He said he would be there more often if other people logged on more often but I know for a fact other people feel the same and by him not regularly logging on he’s adding to it! I think foolish, ponk, puffy, and bbh have really upped my standards for lore. They log on at least once a week and make their own plot. Like bro if you’re bored start some shit tommy style! Personally I would make enemies with all the beets people. Tubbo has such cool lore I just wish he was willing to be a little more spontaneous. He was tired last night though so I can see his boredom beinf effected by that. I really really enjoyed bear smp those guys were so fucking funny and I will be watching more of them. Need to catch up on hermitcraft too

Who’s to say he can’t drop off the face of the planet and stream? He can multitask. Also hems been big on reddit recently so we’ll see where that leads ajddj

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vinylackles · 6 years ago

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rescue

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summary: you’re pregnant with dean’s baby, and therefore riding the bench back at the bunker. but too many missed calls later, you know that something is very wrong, and you have no choice but to go save the boys... if you can make it in time

this came to mind the other day and I literally cannot write anything else until I get this out of my head haha so I hope you enjoy! its angst, but it ends in fluff, like always :)

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“I’m gonna kill your dad, just so you’re in the loop in there,” you muttered to your growing belly, pacing back and forth, covering the length of both the tables in the library. The little girl in your stomach kicked in response.

“Oh you wanna help? Thanks for the support.” Rubbing your belly with one hand, you clicked Dean’s name yet again on your phone, knowing deep down that it was going to go to voicemail. Sure enough, his raspy voice came across the line for the ninth time.

This is Dean Winchester. But if you’ve got this number you already knew that. Leave me a message about whatever’s on your ass and Sam and I will get back to you as soon as we can.

“If you don’t answer your phone, it’s gonna be me that’s on your ass, you hear me? Pick up, dammit!”

You yelled loud enough to make your little girl jump a bit. You rubbed your belly in apology, surprised at the tears in your eyes. Actually, you weren’t all that surprised. Pregnancy hormones were wild enough to make you cry over dropping a pen these days. But you knew these were real tears. Fear tears, as Dean called them. He’d always be so concerned when you started to cry over the smallest things, so he’d started to categorize them. There were sad tears when he would go off on a hunt, and worried tears when you thought about the life your baby would have. Random tears, about the simplest things like craving a burger from some hole-in-the-wall diner two states over (he’d gone and gotten it for you, of course). And fear tears, which were his least favorite of them.

Nothing is going to hurt you, either of you, or me or Sam or Cas or Jack. Not on my watch, he would say to calm you down.

“Liar,” you grumbled at the memory. After several more failed calls, including to Sam’s phone, your nerves were fried, and you knew something was seriously wrong.

“Well babes, looks like you’re going to get to go on a hunt after all. Don’t get used to it,” you said, looking down. You were 7 months along, your stomach protruding so far you could barely see your toes. In all honesty, all you wanted to do was lay down in bed but Dean and Sam were in trouble.

Taking a few deep breaths, you tried to lower your blood pressure and heart rate, knowing everything you were feeling was going right to the little human inside of you.

“We’re fine, daddy’s fine, everything is gonna be just fine,” you repeated the mantra to yourself as you began to pack. Despite the fact that you hadn’t done it in months, it was a bit like riding a bike. You weren’t always pregnant and bunker-bound. You could hunt with the best of them, but your little girl’s safety was the priority for all of you, so you were on the bench for now.

Lucky for you, you knew what the boys were up against. A shapeshifter, just north of Tulsa. So you packed anything silver you could get your hands on, throwing it in a bag and grabbing the keys to one of the cars in the garage.

Your daughter didn’t want to cooperate for the drive, forcing you to take so many pee pit-stops that it set you back almost an hour, but finally, you made it to the motel with the cheapest rates in town, knowing that’s where they’d be. You’d hoped to see the Impala in the parking lot, but you knew it wouldn’t be there.

With a sigh, you headed into the front office.

“Hi there, I was wondering if you could tell me what room Jason Vanzant checked into? I’m his wife.” You put on your nicest voice at the front desk as you threw out his alias, but the receptionist just gave you a sad smile.

“I’m sorry hun, I’m not allowed to give out personal information. It’s a new policy.”

You cradled your belly a little tighter, thinking on your feet.

“Damn. I just have this feeling that’s he’s off doing something he shouldn’t, you know? He’s been talking to this guy, I found his messages and they said they might be sneaking away and coming here. I think it’s his secret lover or something. And with the baby coming so soon, I just wanted to get to the bottom of it. Well, anyways that’s okay, I understand. Thank you! Have a nice day!”

You didn’t make it five steps towards the door before she spoke up.

“Hang on baby, this guy your boy was talkin’ too... he wasn’t tall, like real tall, with brown hair, was he?”

“Yeah actually that sounds like it could be him. Looks kinda like a lumberjack?” You had to bite back your laughter at her simple description of Sam. You’d have to tell him about it when you got the chance.

Without another word, she slid the key across the counter.

“Room 303. And if he gives you any trouble, you come get me, you hear?” Her face was dead serious and you nodded at her, knowing she would kick Dean’s ass if you said the word.

Your triumph made you forget your sore feet for a moment, and you made your way to room 303 as quickly as you could. You were unsurprised to see the piles of lore books and Sam’s laptop, still open and whirring away on the table.

You flicked through what you could find in the papers, finally finding a map with a black circle on it, much to your dismay.

“Aw c’mon now, can’t a pregnant lady catch a break!” You groaned as soon as you realized all the lines in front of you were in fact the sewer grid of the town. “Frickin’ shapeshifters.”

Your daughter kicked around, landing one to your ribs that stung quite a bit. A pang of worry shot through you. She usually wasn’t this excited or active unless Dean was talking to her through your skin, especially if she hadn’t heard his voice in a few days. You were convinced she missed him just as much as you did when he went on hunts. But since he wasn’t here, you knew she could sense something was wrong.

“Shh shh shh, it’s okay sweetheart, we’re gonna find daddy.” The words were meant to soothe her, but you needed to hear them as well.

You got back in your car, prowling slowly around town until you saw Baby parked on a side street. You pulled in behind her, unpacking your weapons after you parked. The elastic waistband of your pants came in handy as you stowed the gun and the knife, along with your phone, just in case you needed to use the video to figure out who was who.

You were completely unsurprised to see the sewer cover had been moved aside, and you were thankful. There was no way you would have been able to lift it, and it was hard enough to explain going into a sewer as a not-pregnant lady.

The ladder was harder to maneuver than you thought it would be, your belly getting in your way with almost every step. You finally made it down with shaky knees, half from exhaustion and half from nerves.

She was doing backflips in your belly, obviously feeling your nerves too, but you did your best to ignore her as you drew your knife, trying your best to be silent as you moved through the damp tunnels.

The signs of the shifter began to appear. A patch of skin there, some blood on the walls, a clump of hair here. You weren’t positive that it was still down there until you heard voices.

“It’s very interesting up in this suit of yours Dean. So many things to play with in your brain. Who should I go find, hmm? How about little Jack? He hasn’t seen you in a few days, I bet he’d love to go out for another fishing trip. Or, maybe, I should really hit you where it hurts. Your girl’s been calling you all day, I bet she’d come rushing if I asked.”

“You stay away from her,” Dean snarled, and you breathed a sigh of relief. He may be hurt, but at least he was alive. Staying flat against the wall and out of sight with a protruding stomach wasn’t the easiest, but you did the best you could as you inched towards the sound.

“You wanna hear her voice one last time huh? I can play if for you, if you’d like.” Your stomach twisted as you heard your own recorded voice begin to play. But it’s pompous move gave you the cover you needed, the sound masking your footsteps as you moved in behind it.

It was quick after that. You pulled the knife and stabbed with all your strength, right through it’s back without looking. You knew you’d hit home in it’s heart when it’s knees gave out and it slumped forward onto the ground. It died, and you didn’t watch it, knowing that if you did it would look just like Dean dying right in front of you.

Instead you lifted your eyes to see Sam and Dean, their hands tied behind their backs, facing away from you.

“Hello? Whose there?” Sam yelled out, craning his neck to see you. You waddled your way over, suddenly much more aware of how much your daughter was kicking, and how sore you were as the adrenaline faded.

“Who else would be here to save your ass?” You rolled your eyes, very carefully crouching down so you could cut Sam’s ropes.

“Y/N?” He asked incrediously, turning to look at you in amazement as soon as he was free.

“The one and only. Cut him loose, will you? I’m exhausted.” You passed him the knife, leaning up against the wall. You felt like you’d been run over by a truck.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” Sam took the knife, turning to his brother and cutting his hands free.

You had barely noticed Dean talking until he was right there, his hands cradling your face.

“The hell were you thinking, coming out here!?” His voice was angry but his face was relieved in the moment you saw it before he crushed you to him.

“You didn’t pick up your phone. That’s murder one for a pregnant lady,” you teased, melting into him, just thankful to have him back in your arms.

“You could have gotten yourself, or her, hurt!” His voice was a bit more scolding that you would have liked, and you quirked an eyebrow. Sam saw your expression, recognizing it immediately. He tried to look distracted, suddenly fascinated with the pipes above him.

“Well if you two could handle a damn shapeshifter, I’d be cozy in Kansas right now, and she’d be safe! I’d rather her grow up with a dad, so you’re welcome!” Your tone was just mean enough for him to get the point that you were not about to have this discussion.

“Sorry. Guess it just got the best of me for a minute. Can’t stand to think of either of you in danger anymore, it’s my new and improved weak spot I supp-”

“Dean. I love you, but please stop talking,” you cut him off, holding your stomach. He looked up at you in confusion, a bit of hurt in his eyes.

“She’s been doing backflips for an hour now, and she can hear you. You know how she gets. If you keep it up she’s gonna crack a rib.”

Dean nodded, suddenly serious as he placed a hand on your belly for a moment.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here,” he said quietly. You happily put an arm around him, letting him carry more of your weight. He only had a few scratches, and you were dead on your feet, so you didn’t feel too bad.

If the ladder going down had been hard, the ladder going up was almost impossible. You had a fear you were going to fall, even though Dean was right behind you, a steady hand on you the whole time.

Each step was daunting, and even with the words of encouragement from both Winchesters, the anxiety didn’t cease and it took you forever to finally breathe the fresh air above you. Sam helped to pull you out and you sat on the pavement for a moment, catching your breath.

Dean climbed out agilely behind you, brushing your hair from your face as he kissed your forehead.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, a bit embarrassed at yourself.

“Absolutely not. You were protecting her, never apologize for that.” He said it quietly, just for you, before he helped you gently to your feet.

“Are we still heading out tonight?” Sam asked, and though he tried to hide it you could see that he was ready to leave. You dreaded the idea of the return car ride. All you wanted was a soft bed and a shower.

“You go ahead. I’ll bring her and baby, and uh, other baby, back tomorrow. I think they’ve traveled enough today,” Dean said, reaching in your pocket to grab the keys and toss them to his brother.

The sense of relief that washed over you when you leaned back on Baby’s leather was immense. But it wasn’t long until you were being pulled in for a kiss, Dean’s lips soft and warm against yours.

“Sorry about what I said down there. I get a little frazzled when I think about you all in danger,” he said quietly. You could barely hear it over the rumble of Sam’s car as he pulled away.

“You were protecting your girls, can’t fault you for that.”

“Has she calmed down? Can I talk to her?”

You nodded, melting at the way he lit up as he looked down at her, even if it was just your stomach.

“Hey baby girl. You take it easy on your mom in there, alright? She just saved your dumb dad, which I’m sure she’ll be more than excited to tell you about some day.”

“Of course,” you grinned, running your fingers through Dean’s short hair as he leaned down to kiss your belly, his hands resting ever so gently. Even so, he felt a particularly hard kick that she landed, making you hiss in a breath.

“Sorry! Sorry!” He said, backing up immediately, but he had the widest grin on his face. It made you laugh, which brought a whole new wave of soreness that you ignored.

“She’s a daddy’s girl, thats for sure.”

The drive back to the motel was almost enough to lull you to sleep, especially with Dean’s warm hand in yours. When you pulled in you fought back a groan, not wanting to get up.

“Stay here. You still got your gun?”

“Dean were in the middle of nowhere, no one is going to bother us.”

“I can leave mine...”

“Yes, I’ve got a gun. We’ll be fine,” you chuckled, squeezing his hand before letting go. You weren’t sure how long he was gone, but you felt the car shake a bit when he put the weapons bag in the back before climbing in beside you and starting her up.

“I thought we were staying here for the night?” You pouted a bit, your fantasy of crawling into bed soon fading quick.

“You didn’t really think I was gonna make you sleep there did you? Besides, the front office lady looked like she was gonna kill me for some reason.”

You chuckled at that, deciding to leave the story for another day. You curled up next to him as he pulled out of the parking lot and drove through the town. You were almost asleep again when he turned left, parking as close as he could get to the door of one of the nicest hotels you’d ever seen. He wiped the blood off his face quickly in the mirror before turning to you.

“Wait here.” He kissed your forehead before heading in through the doors. A few minutes later he returned to you, grabbing the bag and helping you out of the car and into the building. You both looked so out of place amongst the high class patrons all around, but you were too exhausted to care.

Getting up to your room was a bit of a drowsy blur, but when you got there you perked up. The room was massive, with a plush king size bed in the middle. Everything was so light and elegant, from the large windows to the sofa on the other side of the room.

“I ordered us some food, it should be up here soon,” Dean said, guiding you over to the bed and helping you sit down. The mattress felt like heaven underneath you and you laid back against it in bliss.

“I feel like I’m on a cloud,” you tried to say, but it came out garbled even to your own ears. You felt warm lips press to your forehead and you hummed a bit.

“Sleep,” Dean murmured and that was all it took. You drifted off into happy dreams of Dean with a pink bundle in his arms, and you weren’t sure how long you slept before you heard a bit of clanging that brought you back to.

“Hey, it’s just me. Food’s here if you’re hungry.”

Mouth practically watering, you did your best to sit up, but it just wasn’t working.

“Uh babe? Little help?” You squeaked, reaching up your hands. He was over to you in a second, taking your hand and guiding you up to sitting. It wasn’t until you fully came to that you realized he had repositioned you in the bed when you’d fallen asleep and you were resting against the pillows. Even just the simple gesture made your heart swell.

“I got a lot of stuff, no tomatoes anywhere though,” he explained, rifling through the food. The smell of them had made you nauseous for the last few weeks.

“That pasta looks good,” you said, pointing towards a particularly cheesy one that made your stomach growl. He grabbed a tray, putting the bowl on it with some bread, fruit and juice next to it before he handed it to you. You began to dig in, getting through quite a bit before you realized Dean wasn’t eating, just watching you with a smile.

“You’re creepy. Sit down and eat.”

“You’re cute,” he countered.

“C’mon,” you patted the bed next to you. He obliged, climbing up and settling in. You ate with casual conversation until your bellies were full.

“Maybe she was just kicking me to say ‘feed me woman!’ She’s calm now,” you said quietly, thankful that your daughter had decided to turn in for the night.

“Did she make you sore today?” Dean asked, rubbing gentle circles over your skin.

“Everything made me sore today,” you teased, wiggling over into his arms as best you could. He helped, pulling you towards him and tucking your head under his chin.

“You know, I paid for the room with the big bathtub. Want me to run one?”

“But then you have to get up. And you’re warm. And comfy,” you mumbled, nuzzling into his skin. You felt his frame shake a bit with a laugh, his lips kissing your hair.

“I saw bubble bath on the counter in there.”

You stilled at that, and he chuckled again, reading your body language. You were a sucker for a good bubble bath and he knew it.

“I’ll come get you when its ready.” He kissed you again before sliding off the side of the bed, shedding his shirt on the way to the large bathroom. You relaxed into the covers, waiting until he came to get you, clad in only boxers.

“C’mon beautiful.” His voice was soft as he reached underneath you, scooping you up.

“You don’t have to carry me you know, I know I’m heavier than I used to be,” you said, though you wanted nothing more than to not have to be on your feet.

“Hush.” He sat you on your feet but his hands never left you as he eased your shirt over your head first. He undid your bra with gentle fingers, moving down to your pants. Even the smallest thing of not having to bend over to wiggle out of your jeans was so nice.

He picked you up again once you were fully naked, half to be romantic and half because you both knew you couldn’t hike your leg high enough to get into the clawfoot tub that was waiting for you, full of fine bubbles and warm water.

As you sunk down you could almost feel the tension leaving your body. You leaned forward as Dean shed his boxers, climbing in behind you. He was so agile despite his size it was as if he barely moved the water, settling himself behind you before pulling you onto his lap. His hands began to roam, but it wasn’t sexual like usual. He was rubbing the knots out of your muscles one by one, hitting all the spots he knew would be sore on a normal day, but especially after the one you just had. No words were needed, so you just relaxed into him, letting him do his work as he hummed some song you knew you’d heard in the impala a few times.

When his work was done you were practically jelly under his hands. He moved to hold onto your belly, tracing gentle patterns on the skin. He loved your bump so much, it made you melt. You knew he’d miss it when it was gone.

“Can’t believe she’s going to be here so soon,” you mused, looking down at his hands holding her where the bubbles had begun to fade.

“I can’t wait. I hope she’s just like you.”

“I hope she has your eyes,” you countered, turning a bit so you could see them. Bright green, as always. He kissed you again, soft and slow. He was even gentler with you in all aspects these days, and you were soaking it up.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, resting his forehead against yours.

“You were worried, and I already forgave you. It’s okay,” you reassured him for his words earlier yet again.

“Not that, even though I’m sorry about that too. This was supposed to be an easy hunt, the easiest one out of the new batch. That’s why we chose it. Should have been as easy as a salt and burn. Thought I’d be back to you all in a day or two. I got too cocky. No hunt is that simple, and I got myself stuck.”

“And I got to save the day. I was going a little stir crazy anyways.” You kept your tone light, trying to cheer him up a bit though you knew it was futile.

“Me being stupid put you - both of you in harms way. I can’t keep doing that, especially when she’s actually here. I don’t wanna be like my dad. I want to be there for her, always.”

You fought the tears that were welling in your eyes. He was going to be such a good dad, you could already tell.

“I want to keep her safe, but I can’t do that if I’m not with her. I’m gonna give up hunting, entirely. I have to. Leave it all behind me.”

You leaned back a bit at that, your brow furrowed. Bringing a hand up out of the water you stroked his cheek, watching him relax into your touch.

“I don’t think that’s gonna work.”

“Huh? You don’t want me to stop?” Dean’s confusion was obvious.

“You know I want you safe and with me in the bunker more than anything. But I don’t think you can just give it up entirely. Kids have parents with dangerous jobs, and it shows them how to be brave. It’s no different just because you’re a hunter. It’s what you do, and you’re damn good at it.”

“Maybe you could be like Bobby. You’re so smart, and you know so much. All the new hunters can go out and do the dirty work, and come to you if they need help. And if a hunt comes up that they absolutely need you on, then you go and you come back, like you always do. Hunting is part of who you are, and that’s not something to be ashamed of.”

“I love you,” he said, unable to find any other words. You were fine with that, twisting to get a better angle and kissing him hard, smiling against his lips.

“If I’m the new Bobby, does that make me old?” He said after a while, effectively breaking the mood. You just shook your head, kissing him one more time before sitting up.

“C’mon, get me outta here before we get even more pruny.”

The next few minutes were full of pampering, from him lifting you out and drying you off, to him pulling one of his shirts over your head and helping you step into comfortable panties.

He led you back to bed, helping you climb in before coming around the other side and slotting himself in behind you, pulling you close.

“Thanks for saving my ass today, per usual.”

“Anytime. Can’t wait to tell our little girl all about it someday.”

#idk why I got so stuck on this but it was so cute in my head #so here u go hope u enjoy #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester #writing #spn imagine #supernatural imagine #dean winchester x reader

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