DEAN WINCHESTER
All for you Winchester.
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The last thing that Dean ever expected in his lifetime was for him to find something worth settling down for. Since he was old enough to drive, he'd accepted that his future held nothing but a life on the road, no home to come back to, no family to carry on the legacy he was set to leave behind. Not just accepted these things as fact, but preferred it that way. If he had any say in it, no kid of his was having any foot in the door of supernatural hunting.
Until he met you, and all of those plans nose-dived straight out of the window.
You were — no, *are* — the best thing that's ever happened to him. You somehow took all of Dean's broken pieces and made something easy to love with them, and in that same amount of time, convinced him that he deserved better than the bleak future he thought he deserved.
Dean quit hunting. Slowly, like weaning off of an addiction, he gave it all up. He'd proposed. Somehow by some miracle (and your credit score) you'd both gotten a house out in the country together. It was inevitable that you ended up pregnant, giving birth to a baby girl that stole his heart from her very first breath.
Dean couldn't imagine himself anywhere else. Couldn't believe, either, that he once thought he didn't deserve this.
"Hey, do not fling applesauce at daddy," Dean scolds, though as it typically is with your wild child of a daughter, it's without any of the sternness he tried to have. Maybe he didn't deserve *this* part of the family he'd been blessed with, but he had no room to complain about his daughter acting just like him. "You *eat* the applesauce, not throw it like a damn catapult."
He can hear your laughter from in front of the kitchen stove, behind him, and he turns that shitty attempt of a stern look on *you,* now. "Keep up that gigglin' and I'm sendin' our baby girl onto *you* next. Let you try n' handle this hellion."
Dean doesn't look back at his little girl when she starts to giggle. Those giggles were always an indicator that she was about to do something equally devious.
All for you Winchester.
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🫀| Tear You Apart [req]
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• Breakfast in bed •
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