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i-write-about-anything · 5 years

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Abandoned Part 5

Prompt: Dean is forced to be a single father after the reader left them. Three years later she shows up out of no where. (bc there’s always fics of girls being single mothers to Dean’s kids and bc i saw this episode again and thought of it overnight lol)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Daddy!Dean (let’s face it, it’s a damn warning.) Vomiting? Violence.

PARTS:

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

The sound of her son’s voice echoed through Sam’s kitchen, his small voice describing his favorite toy. Sam had got it for him, two years ago for Christmas, it was buzz lightyear as far as she could tell by the way he described it. His small hands moved around in front of him as he explained the whole toy story movie, he’d only seen twenty times. His small body hadn’t left her lap and she hadn’t gotten up from the floor, staying silent for the past two hours as he talked to her about all his favorite things. She listened to his voice, fascinated by the way he talked, as if he was already in school learning things. She never thought she’s be able to hear his voice ever again and she was soaking it all in. She hadn’t realized how long they were on the floor until Sam cleared his throat, for what seemed like the hundredth time today. (Y/N)’s head snapped back to Sam, her arms wrapping around Mason, scared that her time with him was up. Sam smiled before nodding to the figure behind him, Dean giving her his back. “No, I don’t want to go.” Mason’s small voice called, his small arms wrapping around (y/n)’s neck. His bottom lip quivered, he didn’t want to leave his mother, he still had to tell her about the day him and his dad caught that fish.

“Honey, it’s okay.” (Y/N) whispered, although she knew it wasn’t okay, she wanted to spend all the time she could with him but she knew that Dean was the one that was going to call the shots. He shook his tiny head, bumping it onto hers. “Look at me.” She whispered and he did just that, her hands cupping his small face. His green eyes resembling his father more than any other feature. His eyes released tears, his lip still quivering. “Don’t cry.” She whispered, wiping away his tears just as new ones spilt.

“I don’t want you to leave again.” Sobbing he hugged his mother once more, both Dean and (Y/N)’s heart breaking at his small confession. “Don’t leave.” a whisper traveled through her ears and she hugged her son.

“I’m not going to leave. I'm going to be here at Uncle Sam’s.” Wiping her own tears, she looked at Dean who had turned around, his eyes now on her. His jaw clenched before glaring at her. She shifted her eyes towards Sam’s who crossed his arms over his shoulder, a sigh leaving his lips before he looked back at Dean.

“Can I stay with you, please?” Mason pulled away from his mother’s embrace, his eyes scanning her face. She couldn’t help but wonder how much she had missed already, his first word, his first steps. Mason’s small hands wiped away her tears just like she had done to him minutes before.

“Come on Mason, we have to go, you have to shower and go to bed, there’s school tomorrow.” Dean cleared his throat, walking closer to Mason and (y/n). Mason looked at Dean, his head shaking furiously, (y/n) still looking at the small boy’s face.

“I want to stay with mommy.” His words were low, scared that his father was going to yell at him once more. Dean’s face hardened before his fists clenched. He took another step closer before his hands landed on Mason, a scream erupting from his mouth. Dean retreated his hands from his son, covering his ears in the process. Mason wrapped his arms around his mother once more, his sobs coming out more frequently now. (Y/N) shushed the small boy, her hand rubbing small circles on his back, only helping to sooth his sobs a little.

“You are my sunshine.” (Y/N) took a small breath in, she had only sung this to him twice before, hoping that it would sooth him like it did all those years ago. “My only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey.” Dean’s eyes landed on her, his hear swelling at the memory of them at the hospital the day Mason was born, they were going completely crazy, not knowing what to do to calm the crying baby. Dean had initiated the singing, (y/n) joining him. They were far from singers and they knew that but Mason didn’t. His small sobs quieted as he looked at his mother’s face, mesmerized by her voice as she soothed him, her thumb caressing his small cheek. “You’ll never know dear; how much I love you.” She whispered; her eyes focused on her son whose tears continued to drip. Dean’s eyes containing to relive the memory in his head as his eyes fixated on her. “Please don’t take, my sunshine away.” She finished, Mason smiling at her. Sam had watched from a far, seeing a slight hope in Dean’s eyes but not wanting to make a big deal about it. Dean stumbled, his back hitting the wall of the kitchen, only then did he snap out of the trance he had been in.

“Please don’t leave.” Mason whispered causing (y/n)’s heart to break once more before kissing his forehead, her lips lingering there for a mere ten seconds before pulling away and looking at her son.

“I’m not going anywhere.” She smiled earning her a smile from the small boy. His eyes moved to his father who stared at the both of them on the floor, his eyes glossy from unshed tears he feared were going to drip any second. “I promise.” (Y/N) kissed Mason’s cheek, his giggle making Dean clear his throat.

“Pinky promise?” Mason stuck his small pinky out to his mother, smiling she curled her pinky with his, a smile on his face before he got off of her lap. A sigh escaping his lips before he hugged her once more. Dean looked at Sam, nodding to the door and without a word Sam engulfed the small boy in his arms.

“How about I show you how the Lego city is going, yeah?” Sam spoke before Mason looked at his father who nodded, placing a kiss on his son’s head.

“Go ahead, we’ll leave in just a bit.” Mason smiled, him and Sam fading to the basement, no doubt that (y/n) was going to give Sam shit for playing with Legos. Dean sighed, turning around looking at (y/n). “Don’t do that.” His tone was harsh.

“Don’t do what?” She gulped as she stood on her feet. Dean clenched his jaw, the tears finally dripping from his eyes down to his cheeks. He wiped them as fast as he could, not giving her the satisfaction of seeing him vulnerable, not again.

“Don’t give him false hope.” His voice was louder this time. “You were gone for years, you’re back for two fucking days and you’re making him promises you know you can’t keep.” His chest heaved when her eyes rolled. She was on thin ice and Dean was in no way shape or form to be played with. His hand grabbed her arm out of anger, anger he had kept in for years, anger that was hurting her arm.

“Dean, let me go.” She calmly spoke, her eyes on his hand but he didn’t bulge, in fact he didn’t even bother to look at her arm as he backed her up onto the wall. She gulped as she saw his hardened face, reminding her of the time he had gotten possessed.

“You listen to me, you may think you’ve got your rights to see him but I won’t hesitate to cut you out of his life, in fact if I wanted to, I could get full custody of him and never let you see him again. Don’t make promises you can’t keep, not to him, not to me. I won’t let you fool my son, he’s looked up to the day he finally got to see you and if you up and leave one of these days and hurt him the way you hurt me so help me god I will find you myself and I won’t hesitate to end your life.” Dean spat, his eyes dark as he looked at (y/n), tears spilled from her eyes as the pain in her arm increased. She had never seen Dean this way, not when he was possessed, not when she was threatened when she was pregnant, not ever. She raised her free hand, connecting it to his cheek, only then did his hand release her arm, the outline of his hand not clearing from her skin.

“Don’t you ever,” She pushed him back, his eyes on her face. “Touch me like that again.” She growled out pushing him once more. “You can’t treat me like a piece of garbage regardless of how you feel about me.” She placed her hands on her hips, taking a deep breath in as she controlled the tears that were flowing down her face. “I’m still the mother of your child and I'll be dammed if I start letting you treat me the way you are. I get it, you have every right to hate me, for leaving but you have no right to ever lay a hand on me the way you just did.” She sobbed, Dean starring at her, she had always had a fight in her but years later, the fragile state she had been in only made her stronger and she wasn’t prepared to let Dean or anyone else treat her any differently. “I’m still me.” She whispered before covering her face with her hands. Dean’s hand now imprinted into her skin, surely a bruise would come out of it. “I’m staying and I suggest you get used to it, we don’t have to talk but we can’t fight, not in front of him.” She looked at Dean once more before her legs moved towards the living room where she sat on the couch, her eyes now examining the hand print, her once love of her life inflicted on her. Dean didn’t say a word when he left with Mason, small conversation from Sam only lasted twelve minutes before she was left alone in the living room, crying herself to sleep that night.

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worldsendgirlfriend · 3 years

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work was annoyingly long for no real reason so i left after 6 which was kinda irritating but rn im on a little adderall and i just feel happy and energetic from it which is nice. i also got a fic just under 5k written mostly around 7-9pm yesterday but i finished it up at like 3:45 am during a little break i took after getting bagels done since i was like already at the end i just had a few more paragraphs i wanted to add to tie it up and do a quick skim for flow errors and i posted it around 4 when i was done. i was like rly embarrassed abt it tho even tho it was a lot of fun to write bc it was for a pairing thats like, Not at all popular nor have i even seen people mention it ever (but given its a qi ye ship so like any pairing other than xiyuan doesnt really get talked about at all lol, im sure someones considered this one before tho its not that obscure/far-fetched) so i was like feeling silly and had to fight myself a bit to not post it anonymously. but then i popped an addy right before my lyft came to take me home and when i got home itd already boosted my mood from like a mild 20 to a 95 and i was like you know what. only god can judge me. [makes ficpost for it on twitter]. and id alluded to writing sth for this ship before but had never explicitly stated what ship it was, in fact i had purposely Not said what is was bc again i was embarrassed and thought id be clowned on. which tbf wouldve been like, normal, and it wouldve only been in friendly jest but idk i was still like uuuu abt it. but i made my post and my oomfs that i talk a lot with on the tl were all like “bwaha i was actually thinking that this was the pairing u were talking abt!!” but nobody bullied me at all even in just a silly teasing way and it made me very happy actually even tho its like. kind of silly to have been even vaguely legitimately worried abt that at all to begin with but idk im still feeling good abt it. esp since i had a lot of fun wriitng it bc even tho it was like, at its core just kinky porn i am never not injecting elaborate and vivid descriptions of emotions and atmosphere and whatever characters’ emotional hangups and baggages may be bc its just sth i take a lot of pleasure in exploring no matter what rating the piece may be. and now i am just chillin and im gonna bite the bullet and really work on my coursework in a second here bc ive been procrastinating hardcore since being reminded of college is stressing me out a lot since i didnt do as well on my midterms as i wanted to and that kind of made me spiral a bit re: school so ive been like fjughhfd whenever i try to get myself to do my work. but i feel motivated and calm rn so im going to give it my best effort even if i have to take a lot of breaks bc i want to get it all turned in since both my classes’ assignments for the week are due today at midnight.

its very obvious im on adderall rn bc i already cant ever shut up bc im schizo but when you add stimulants to that i just straight up talk for hours without even taking time to breathe im sorry. anyway. how is everyone else doing on this lovely sunday morning.

#long post #feelin like i gota tag that since this is. just a wall of text lmfao

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