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Into the Woods Request for Miriam Thordottir “Daddy Sam x child! Reader. Maybe the reader hides in the Impalla and goes with Sam and Dean on a hunt but gets lots in the woods?” A/N: Reader is a toddler. “Be good for Uncle Bobby, okay?” Sam cooed, holding you in his arms. “Okay, Daddy,” you replied, tripping over your tongue. You let out a giggle as he kissed your head and passed you to Dean, who repeated the action. “We’ll pick you up as soon as we can,” he promised, and you nodded. “Okay, Uncle Dean,” you agreed as he set you on the floor. You immediately ran to Bobby wh

Once again, the shot was on hold cause of the rain! You loved Vancouver, you had since the moment you got the part on Supernatural. But all this rain and stormy weather was really starting to get on your last nerve. Worse was the fact that you could have sworn you heard a distance clap of thunder. Since you were young, you always hated thunder and lightening. Jensen, Jared, and Misha were rehearsing their scene, not even bothered by the sudden storm, when they all notice your sudden mood change. "Hey what's up with (name)?" Misha asked, watching you wince as yet another clap of thunder. The boys turned around following Misha's gaze till th

You ran your fingers through your (h/l) (h/c) hair. You loved taking showers, they made you feel so calm, relaxed, at peace with yourself. "Come on (y/n) other people have to shower too!" Sam shouted from outside the bathroom. You chose to ignore and continued to take your shower. The door opened, you saw the tall shadowy figure coming towards you. "At least let me shower with you." Sam opened the curtains and you caught a glimpse of something you really shouldn't have seen. You blushed, "Fine." The gentle giant stepped into the tub and got under the water. "So why exactly do you take long in the shower?"  He asks you. "Sam . . . I just bei

The end credits roll in. You look up at your father. "Daddy. Why are you crying?" He sniffles. "These are happy tears Baby Girl. I'm happy that the toys have a home." "Are you sure?" You ask. You move in closer to his arms and press your head against his chest. "I'm ok." "What was your favorite part?" You look up at him and smiles. He smiles back and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I liked it when Buzz spoke Spanish." You both burst into a fit of laughter. "I liked it when Mr. Potato head was a pickle. He looked funny." You giggle. Dean smiles and runs his fingers through your (h/c) hair. Sam comes through the motel door and smile

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

 You walked into the kitchen, you  sniffled. Dean looked up from doing the dishes while Castiel looked up from his book. "Daddy, Papa. Can I ask you something?" "Of course Baby Girl," Dean smiled and turned off the sink. "What does the word  fag  mean?" Both men stopped. Dean turned to Castiel with a shocked expression on his face. Castiel cleared his throat, "(y/n) where did you hear that word?" "At school . . . Billy P. told me." "What did he tell you?" Dean asked. "He said that I'm stupid cause' I have a fag for a Daddy." Castiel sighed and stood up from his chair, "(y/n), why don't you go to your room and play." "Am I in trouble?

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.” &

Dean shut the bedroom door behind him and faced Cas, his husband, with a warm smile. "Cas." Cas looked up from his book. A gentle smile made its way onto his face. He closed the book setting it aside. "Yes Dean?" (Y/N) is finally asleep." Silence lingered in the air as the two men stared at one another, permanent smiles on their faces. Dean went over to the bed, practically jumping, and forced his lips against his husbands. Cas let out a groan and smiled deeper into the kiss. Cas put a hand up to Dean"s chest. He tugged at the man's shirt. Dean grazed his lips gently. Two strong, calloused hands ran up his sides and pulled him closer. P

"Sam. . . What did you get (y/n) for her birthday?" Dean comes into the motel room and slams the door shut. The younger Winchester let out a small laugh. "I got her some clothes. . . Let me guess.  you  waited till' the last minute." Dean sticks his tongue out, "No! I did not wait till' the last minute! It's all part of my gift buying process." "Well. . . Does your "gift buying process" have an idea of what to get your soon to be six year old daughter?" "It's not that easy?" Dean replies. "Dude! Her birthday is tomorrow. We are heading back to Bobby's tonight." "Fine." He grumbles. Sam looks up at him, "Seriously? You didn't get her any

Where no Angel has gone before There was a flutter of wings followed by a sigh of relief. Castiel stood in the middle of the motel room. “Hello Dean.” He spoke low and catiously, “You called?” “Yeah. . . Look, I know you're an Angel and stuff but I need a huge favor from you,” “Anything.” “I need you to babysit (y/n).” “Babysit?” “Yeah. . . Sam and I are gonna take out this Vamp. nest, we should be back by night fall.” “And where is (y/n)?” “She went with Sam to get lunch. . . She'll be back.” “Hey Baby girl. I want you