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“Uncle Sammy can I ask you something?” You ask. Sam looks up from his laptop and kindly smiles, “Sure. . .” “Daddy won't tell me anything about my Mommy. . . How come I don't have one?” Sam swallowed hard. Shutting his laptop, he picked you up and placed you in his lap. “Well . . . I really don't know anything. That's something you talk about with him.” __________________________________________________________________________________________________ “What am I supposed to tell her Sam, that her mom died  in a car accident cause we weren't looking out for her when we were supposed to?

Rubber Ducky You're the One Sam x Gabriel “We're missing something.” Gabriel dropped the towel around his waist, leaving him in the nude. The bathroom door opened, followed by a chuckle. “And what is that?” Sam asked. The Archangel smiled wide, “What? This thing, relax Sam-squatch, it's just a rubber duck.” Sam smiled, biting his lower lip, “I know that! I meant, why do you have it?” Gabriel laughed, dropping the toy in the tub filled with water, “I was just trying to make bath time more fun.” Sam gives the Angel a weary look as he removes his clothing. Sam sat in the tub, his

A picture is worth a thousand words Supernatural x reader “Hey Baby Girl.” Dean smiled when you walked into the kitchen. You stopped, looking at your father from head to toe. Instead of his usual boxers and tee shirt at nine in  the morning, he was actually dressed. He wore jeans that looked relatively new and a plaid shirt. “Daddy. . . why are you dressed so early?” Dean chuckled. “We're going to the mall. . . so go get dressed.” You nod, going off to your room. You open your closet and pull out a black dress with red polka dots on it. _________________________________________________________________

Baby’s first words Destiel and baby! Reader The phone rings. Castiel groaned and rolled out of bed, forgetting to put on his slippers and heads downstairs to the phone in the kitchen. “Hello?” He groaned. “Always so grumpy when I call.” A familiar voice laughed. Castiel smiled, “Dean. . . It's four in the morning. Of course I'm gonna' be grumpy.” “Were you dreaming about me?” Castiel felt his face heat up. “Dean. . .” “How's (y/n)?” “Fine. . . Sleeping. How's the hunt?” “Uh. . . Good, I’ll actually be back tomorrow night.” &

Good Times Bad Times “Hey Baby girl.” Dean spoke softly as his boots clicked against the hospital floor. You looked up at him from the sofa in the waiting room. “Daddy, why are you crying?” Dean picked you up, a small smile on his face. “Because Baby girl. . .” With the back of his hand, he wiped his tears. “We need to have a talk.” “Am I in trouble?” Dean laughed, running his fingers through your (h/c) hair. “No (y/n), you're not in trouble. Ok?” You looked up at Dean, tilting your head to the side. “Ok. Daddy.” Dean took a seat and placed you in his l

Nothing else matters Dean x child reader “Daddy.” You say, rubbing your eyes. You stood in the doorway of the library where Dean and Sam where looking through a pile of books. “What?” He said, not even looking up from the book. “I can't sleep.” You yawned. Dean sighed. Closing the book, he tossed it aside and rushed to your side, picking you up. “You want milk?” You shook your head. “I want a bedtime story.” “No (y/n) it’s late.” You groaned as Dean opened the door to your room and set you down on the bed. “Can you sing me a song?” Dean raises

Of course you can Supernatural x child reader Six in the morning. Six in the morning Dean's bedroom door swung open. “Daddy. . .” You said standing at the side of his bed. “Hmmm?” “Can I have ice cream for breakfast?” “Sure Baby Girl.” Dean muttered before burying his face in the pillow. You smiled, leaving his room _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ You pushed a chair towards the fridge and stood on it. Opening the freezer, you pulled out a big tub of ice cream and placed it on the counter. Carefully getting down from t

Just like your Mom John Winchester was a fighter. And he would get through this. Everyday was a constant battle. Both emotionally and physically. Mary's tragic death occurred years ago and he still suffered everyday as a result. He knew very well that his children need their mother. They needed two parents to raise them. It all ended when she was brutally murdered through the flames all those years ago. “What's her name?” John asked, his voice gruff and low. He looked down at his clasped hands unable to look at his son or his grandchild. “(y/n),” Dean said softly, bouncing the toddler in his lap. You giggled and b

"Daddy?" You say as soon as you enter the living room. Dean was pacing the living room bouncing your baby brother, John, in his arms. "What, (y/n)," he said rather annoyed. "Can you help me with my science homework?" "Not now Baby Girl. Ask Papa." You sighed, defeated, and went into the living room. You went into the kitchen where Castiel was chopping onions. "Papa. . . Can you help me with my homework?" "I'm cooking dinner. When I'm done okay?" "Okay Papa." You fake a smile and make your way up to your room. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ You walked into the kitchen

You were sitting in the kitchen, engrossed in your coloring book. "Hello (y/n)." You looked up to find Castiel, your Daddy's new boyfriend, in the kitchen. He sat across from you with a big ol' smile plastered on his face. "Hi. Mr. Novak." He chuckled, "Sweetie, we talked about this. You can call me Castiel." Unbidden, your gaze rose and staring at Castiel, your face contorted into a mask of confusion as your lips curled upwards. Your eyes became rays focused on the target sitting before you. "My Daddy's in the garage fixing his car." "I actually wanted to talk to you," He offered a warm smile. Your forehead crinkled in confusion, "Me?