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mrswhozeewhatsis · 2 years

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Leave Unsaid Unspoken

A/N: This is the last of the requests I got when I put out the call. My brain went a weird way as it does, and this is the result. Special thanks to @idreamofhazeleyes and @negans-lucille-tblr for the beta help!!

Prompt: (from @fandomoniumflurry) "Chestervelle - baby daddy."

Summary: They don't talk about it.

Pairing: Sam x Jo, Dean x Jo

Warnings: I will put warnings in the tags because they will be spoilers. This is angsty as hell, though.

Word count: 958 words

They didn’t talk about it when Dean threw scissors, letting Sam win the battle for who got to share the massive king-sized bed with Jo. Maybe Sam hadn’t figured out that Dean always throws scissors when he’s willing to lose. Or maybe he had and just didn’t want to look at it too closely. Either way, the whole thing had been performance. All three of them could have slept in the thing without touching each other, it was that big, but Dean refused to jam himself into Jo’s space. Sleeping next to her was just a bad idea all around. Taking the loss would mean privacy, too. No worries about who might notice where his eyes rested if there was no one to rest them on and no one to notice. Besides, Sam would probably complain endlessly about his Gigantor body being stuck in either the teeny loveseat or ultra-modern, kind of stiff recliner. Better for Dean to take the hit.

They didn’t talk about it the next morning when they all looked the worse for wear because no one got much sleep. Sam and Jo had a certain glow about them, of course, but Dean was just miserable and muttered something about noise-canceling headphones if this was going to be a regular thing between the two of them and went out for breakfast. He kept the ache in his chest to himself, knowing that Jo chose the better brother. He stood by his decision. He didn’t even bitch about his sore back and achy knees.

They didn’t talk about it when the damn ghost took Jo and stashed her somewhere in the goddamn walls. There wasn't even a joke about how Sam’s girlfriends had a greater-than-normal chance of dying even without a serial killing ghost. There was a job to be done and they weren’t going to waste time standing around talking about feelings or whatever. They needed to get Jo back, and they needed to do it before Ellen found her way from Nebraska all the way to Philadelphia and kicked all their asses.

They didn’t talk about it when the ghost was finally trapped in his own cellar of horrors in the sewer below the building and cement was flowing down the chute into the tunnels below. It took a good half hour of standing around and watching the mixer spin, but no one mentioned the way Sam was looking at Jo when Jo wasn’t looking at Sam. There was a worry that someone would see them doing it and call the cops, and they chatted about that, but no one saw them, and no sirens approached. They sealed the trap door shut with the dregs from the mixer and Dean called it a job done well.

They didn’t talk about it when Jo launched herself at Dean after Sam left to ditch the cement truck. Dean tried, but Jo only mumbled words like “scared,” “safe,” and finally, “need you.” Damn him, but Dean was too weak to deny her when her lips were sucking on his neck and her hands were under his shirt, much less when she put his hand down her pants and moaned with him when he felt how much she wanted him. In the short hour they had, Jo made Dean feel like he was worthy and good for the first time in his life. The feeling ended soon after their clothes were back on and Sam returned, pausing to give Jo a sweet kiss before packing his duffle.

Nobody talked about anything during the long, silent drive from Philly back to Nebraska, with Ellen sitting shotgun and filling the car with her anger and fear. When they got back to the Roadhouse, there were suddenly other, more surprising topics of discussion, even if Jo hadn’t told them both to just go.

A couple of months later, after the demon riding Sam tortured Jo and shot Dean, the two of them had a few minutes to talk. Of all the things they talked about, though, what had happened between them was not one of them. Dean didn’t tell Jo that he still dreamed about it, replaying every moment almost every night. Dean decided that not talking about it with each other meant they certainly didn’t need to talk about it with Sam. However, Jo talked about how she’d been feeling a bit under the weather recently and that the other servers in the bar had started laughing at her for not having a drink or two with the gang each night. Dean paused, staring into Jo’s quietly terrified face, his eyes briefly dropping to her stomach, and sighed. He then told her that he was sure Sam would be thrilled to hear and talk about her nausea, her cravings, and what foods give you the most vitamins and minerals per serving or whatever – you know, once he was himself, again.

Jo stared at Dean for a long time, not speaking. With her eyes, she begged Dean to step up and fight for what she was trying to give him, even if it would be an unholy mess, but Dean didn’t have the words to explain why it was better this way. Dean just gave her a sad smile, told her he’d do whatever he could to help them through what was to come, and left to go save his brother.

When Sam never talked about it, Dean sent a text to Jo, just to check in.

Dean: Sam hasn’t mentioned hearing from you. You okay?

Jo: Had a bad hunt. Was in the hospital for a while. I’m good, though. All back to normal, killing what needs killing.

Dean: Shit. You want to talk about it?

Jo: I really don’t.

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realityparty · 1 year

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fell on black days | last hope

part iii. last hope

summary - sometimes good things do happen. The End AU

pairing: dean x jo

warning: sex, death

[masterlist] [prt i.] [prt. ii]

It wasn’t long before his things began accumulating in Jo’s cabin. It wasn’t as if he had much in his own cabin outside of his weapons and alcohol. He kept the bare minimum. He didn’t get attached to material belongings. Not in this world. It wasn’t like he was used to having many belongings. He had his few treasured items, but life on the road didn’t afford any type of hoarding. But his boots were by the door next to hers and Krissy’s. He had a couple of jackets hanging up beside theirs.

Krissy had even gotten him his own personal coffee mug for his birthday. It was a sunflower yellow 22-ounce mug that proclaimed in a black text he was a ray of fucking sunshine.

If Krissy had a problem with him being at their place. She wasn’t saying anything, which surprised him. The teen always had something to say. She liked to always challenge him, especially in their one on ones for training.

But he knew there was some respect there. It was unsaid that if he hurt Jo that Krissy would make his life a living hell.

Yet, it was strange to think that Dean was happy. Of all the time to find happiness, it was in the middle of the damn apocalypse, which he played a hand in. It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows though. He may be happy, but Dean was very much aware of the history of his family. There were days that he was downright moody. He questioned Jo why she was here with him knowing his bloodline was cursed.

There were still arguments. Jo had no problem calling him out for being a chauvinistic jerk and he proudly boasted that she was a pain in his ass. But Jo deserved better. She and Krissy deserved more than the pain that followed him.

But their arguments weren’t anything that they couldn’t resolve by the end of the day. It was like he was on one of the silly sitcoms he used to watch where couples made the vow to never sleep angry.

It wasn’t as if he and Jo ever talked about that unsaid agreement. He thought maybe it had to do with the life. Their tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed. It surprised him with how much they did talk. He wasn’t used to that. Jo seemed to know when to push and went to let things settle. She didn’t poke and prod for what she thought she wanted to hear.

And that was another part of his mood. As much as he knew he was taking the plunge and finally listening to his heart and allowing himself this one pleasure, he couldn’t seem to shake his guilty conscious.

His mind swings like a pendulum in dissecting after everything he has done why does he deserve this slice of paradise or something is going to happen and Jo is going to get hurt? Jo and Krissy were going to get hurt. The shoe was going to drop eventually. Somedays that fear paralyzed him. He had to get away from the cabin. Instead of holding Jo in his arms, he shied away. He was scared. He wanted to push her away.

Dean knew that he wouldn’t be able to push through the pain of losing Jo. That would be his limit to this world. Even if he tried everything in his power to carry that pain, as much as there was his mother in him, he was still John’s son.

But the kicker of it all was having these moments with her and being with her, god forbid if something would happen, he would rather have these memories than not have them at all.

Despite the fear and the eventual pain, he clung to Jo. Clung to some form of domesticity he could never seem to get. So when those thoughts invaded his mind and had him stomping around camp, it didn’t stop him from crawling into bed behind Jo. He gave his apology against her shoulders, crown of her head, forehead, eyelids, nose, and lips.

She accepted them with far more patience than he deserved, but that was Jo. She knew and understood him to the point it frustrated him.

It was nice that he didn’t need to expose everything to a fine nerve for her to understand him, or better yet he didn’t mind sharing things with her. There was never any judgment. There was always comfort. If he asked, she would provide solutions as well.

But more than anything, Jo gave him hope.

Hope that maybe God didn’t abandon his children and as penance, he gave him Jo back in his life.

Dean was being selfish with his hope.

Dean had some small hope that humans and monsters would have some unspoken agreement during the apocalypse. Considering the Croatoan virus wiping out most of the population, there would be no need for one to be hunting the other. Of course, there were the feral hunters, but most creatures didn’t cause too much grief at the camp.

But he knew that it was only in his area considering the circumstances he found Jo, Krissy, and other survivors. When they left the radius of his encampment, it was open season. Sure, the Croats were the top threat, but demons came in second. While most monsters retreated, demons swirled for hosts.

It probably helped that they didn’t need consent to take over hosts. Yet, the damage Croats did to a human body didn’t leave them with much to take over. He was surprised that demons even bowed to Lucifer considering he was an angel. They were just minions. Dean was convinced that at a certain point, Lucifer would just eviscerate demons. After all, the angel was just a toddler throwing a tantrum to get his father’s attention.

But it wasn’t hard to nab demons for information. Most demons were fucking idiots, but every demon had a boss. He learned to ignore most of the taunting from them. In fact, the one good thing about all the taunting only eased some of his worries that no one knew about Jo and Krissy. It comforted him that there wasn’t a target on their backs.

Besides, his latest mission was trying to get any type of crumb for the Colt. He didn’t know if the Colt would be of any use, but it was the only thing that could kill any creature. He didn’t know how in the hell he was going to trap something as powerful as Lucifer. So he took any crumb that could lead them somewhere to ending this apocalypse. Somehow be able to get Sam back.

That was wishful thinking. He didn’t go directly to Jo’s cabin after days like this. He didn’t want to bring this to her doorstep. The shower was cold as he washed away the blood from the demon. He may have gotten a little more carried away with this demon. Rupert was his name. Dean knew him from Hell.

Rupert was a student of Alastair as he was. Rupert had tortured him down in the pit. Rupert liked dissecting things as students did in science class. Dean could still feel his skin being peeled in layers and clipped back. Rupert also liked the sound of his own voice.

The rancid demon couldn’t help but gloat about the horrors he inflicted on everyone in his past. However, in his bragging, he did get some new information. Not every demon was in League with Lucifer. Some seemed to be self-aware that this apocalypse was bad for business.

Dean turned off the water. The water was finally clear and not pink. He wrapped his towel around his waist to head back into his bedroom. He knew at a certain point he would need to completely abandon this cabin. Jo had mentioned it could use for a city hall-type thing. If there were newcomers it could be the welcoming cabin before finding a bed for them.

He walked gingerly to avoid getting a splinter. His shower shoes were at Jo’s. He paused as he caught the blonde lounging on his former bed. She didn’t say anything and he didn’t plan to either. Her face said everything she was thinking.

She didn’t like the torturing. He had tried to keep it from her. He tried his very damn best, but Jo had sniffed it out rather quickly. He thought he respected she didn’t try to get it out through Cas but faced him head-on.

It had been a nasty argument as she continually pushed. And man, he knew Jo could be mouthy, but with that argument, he didn’t know if he wanted to shake her or kiss her.

However, he knew he had to tell her. After all, the reason all his relationships, romantic or not, frayed was because of his lack of communication. He had no choice, but to tell her the truth. Not about the torturing, but everything. He gave her everything about what he has been through since he got Sam from Stanford.

Sure some of it was a repeat as she knew some of it, but she didn’t know everything. So, he knew that the torturing probably hurt her more than it did him.

Dean dried himself off and grabbed his boxers and slid them on with no quip from her. In fact, she wasn’t staring at him. She was looking ahead at the wall before her.

He licked his lips and braced for the argument about to head his way. “Say what you need to say.”

The bed creaked from his weight as he slid on his socks.

“Cas said you learned about a new demon.”

Dean nodded his head. However, he knew where this was going. “No way in hell, Jo.”

Jo bristled. “I’m not looking for an argument, Dean.”

Dean raised his eyebrow. As much as he loved Jo, she still was a pain in his ass especially when it came to how the camp was run and the jobs she was capable of handling without him being her shadow.

“You’re not going.”

Jo rolled her eyes. “If you would let me talk, you could take that stick out of your ass, and know I wasn’t going to ask.”

Dean blinked. He blinked again and then frowned. He was skeptical. “You’re not.”

“Dean, I know your limits and I respect them.” She got up from the bed and stood in front of him. “It’s a pretty big lead.”

Dean nodded his head. Finding this demon meant working with them. But the enemy of an enemy was a friend and all that jazz.

But beneath her words, he could hear the excitement laced with fear. He had it too. It would be one step closer to defeating Lucifer. Defeating Lucifer also meant seeing Sam. Dean knew that it was not guaranteed he would be getting his brother back.

“Promise you’ll be careful.”

The corner of Dean’s lips tugged up. His arm wrapped around Jo bringing her into his chest. His lips found the top of her hair. “Always.”

Crowley, the King of the Crossroads, turned out to just be a power-hungry businessman. Dean had tracked the man down to Bobby’s house of all places. Dean knew it was a calculated move on the demon's part. He didn’t really know what to expect meeting the demon riding the unfortunate host, who was a literary agent.

Crowley had been all too eager to offer his assistance in trying to take down the devil. The man had the Colt with plenty of bullets. He also had managed to give him a pertinent detail. Lucifer would be in Detriot.

It was unsaid it was a trap.

They don’t speak on the obvious. They avoid it. They throw out plans that they know will result in the death of friends. As much as Dean avoided that commitment, he couldn’t deny the people that have followed him and kept the camp safe were their friends.

He also knew better than to fight Jo on coming. He had only made it known that he was not happy with her going and he left it at that.

It was a suicide run despite the meticulous planning.

Yet, the reason he didn’t want her to come was obvious. Either he died or Sam was going to die. It didn’t matter she and Cas would remind him that it was Lucifer. It was Sam he would be looking at. Sam was still in there somewhere. Lucifer couldn’t take over an unoccupied vessel.

So he held Jo closer. The affection he tried to keep in the privacy of their cabin leaked outside the walls. He didn’t mind holding hands or keeping a hand on her lower back as they walked. As much as they needed sleep, he needed to feel close to her.

His fingers traced her naked flesh and pressed kisses to her skin that words couldn’t convey. He knew his frantic actions some days scared her. He knew Jo was trying to stay strong for him. Her efforts weren’t in vain.

A part of him was preparing for the worst. A part of him was going to die no matter the outcome. He at least wanted Jo to have a piece of him untainted by the world.

Jo knew he was scared.

She was scared. She knew whatever did happen in Detroit a part of Dean wouldn't return. Dean wouldn't be able to bounce back. The loss would be too great.

And maybe a part of her thought he wouldn't come back. She felt guilt for believing and praying Dean would make it back. If he came back, it meant Sam was gone.

And she didn't know how to comfort Dean with that loss. It was one thing for Lucifer to be wearing Sam because at least Sam was still there locked away, but if Dean killed the devil there was no way to save Sam.

After all, Cas and Dean had said that being a vessel for such a powerful being there wouldn't be much left of Sam.

Jo didn't know how to help him. Winchesters weren't known for dealing with grief.

She watched as Dean showed Krissy how to change the oil on a car. She hoped that if Dean couldn't find the strength to come back to her, he would for Krissy.

He would come back for his family.

Dean was gentle the night before. Jo had been glad that Dean insisted they have dinner in their cabin. It was the Last Supper with just him, her, Cas, and Krissy. She had been surprised she could even keep down any food as it was steadily getting close to their departure.

After dinner, they gave the okay that Krissy could stay with Aiden. Who were they to deny her comfort? After all, it could be their last night on Earth.

Cas had gone back to his cabin. Surprisingly with no comfort from his harem.

Dean had tugged her out into her porch with a beer in hand. He pulled her into his lap. She was glad her cabin was far out. It afforded them privacy as they looked up into the sky.

Jo melted into him. Her thoughts were everywhere. The most prominent being disbelief she was here on Dean Winchester’s lap. It made her think of her schoolgirl crush which made her cringe. Dean noticed.

"What's that face for?"

"I was just thinking," she replied.

His chest rumbled against her back. "Sounds dangerous."

Jo rolled her eyes. "I was just thinking about when we first met."

"Who knew Cupid threw punches, huh?"

Jo didn’t miss how Dean’s fingers ghosted over his nose. "Crazy to think that was what like 7...8…years ago?"

She was young and impressionable. Dean was a grieving son.

"I wouldn't change a thing, Jo."

"Not even give into the awesome sex with me sooner."

Dean snorted, but he wrapped his arms around her tighter. He pressed a kiss on her shoulder. Jo could say that she was surprised at how affectionate Dean was. She knew he was enthusiastic about sex, but she hadn't been expecting how much he craved physical touch. She didn’t even think he noticed how much his hands - body - constantly sought her out.

But she agreed with Dean’s words. Things happened for a reason. As much as she liked Dean when they first met, it wouldn’t have worked. She was too eager to immerse herself in the hunter world. She was itching for a lifestyle Dean was doubting. Not that she blamed him. A year on her own had opened her eyes to the harsh realities Dean had been trying to warn her of.

Even then hunting wasn’t just hunting for Dean. She saw that he genuinely loved helping people. He wasn’t really in it for the revenge that fuelled most hunters. Sure, their family got into the business because of Mary’s death. The need for revenge for Mary and then Jessica gave John and Sam their purpose for hunting. Yes, Dean wanted to get what killed Mary and Jessica, but she knew he genuinely did love saving people.

She believed the loss of Mary drove Dean to want to help others to not know the loss of the loved one. He sacrificed so much so others wouldn’t have to know the pain he felt. The pain that consumed all the living members of the Winchester family.

She hoped now that she was a little balm for that pain. Maybe she was glad that he allowed her to carry some of the weight he had been since before they even met.

“Hey, Dean.”

“Yeah?”

Jo pulled away and looked him in the eyes. “I love you.”

She watched his eyes widen a bit. The fingers that were rubbing her back stilled as he eyed her. She didn’t expect him to verbally say it. Maybe for other women, it would sting, but she knew Dean. His actions showed his love.

She was taken by surprise as he stood up with her. Jo instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried them back inside. Their beer was forgotten on the porch. It was all a blur as they made it to their bedroom.

His kisses were sweet and languid. Somewhere during the short trip, she lost her boots and her jacket. Dean’s jeans were open and loose around his waist. His jacket and flannel were on the floor. It’s almost like magic with how fast their clothes disappeared.

But she could taste the desperation on Dean’s tongue. His fingers weren’t the only thing going to leave an imprint on her skin. Dean pulled back as he finally kicked off his jeans and boxer. She couldn’t help the blush that overtook her skin as he appraised her.

She knew that her body type wasn’t all that remarkable especially now in the apocalypse. It was surprising they could even find things like lotion or any type of hair care products.

“Come here,” she whispered, to which Dean easily complied. He found a home between her legs as they breathed each other’s air. He grabbed a hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. It’s tender and her breath hitched.

“Jo…I…” He trailed off. His eyes were glossy. He seemed ashamed that the words couldn’t come out of his mouth. She knew the fear Dean held even for thinking it.

“I know, Dean.”

He loved her. She knew it. He loved her and he was scared. Scared if something happen he would turn into his dad.

That night everything was soft and languid. The way he pressed kisses to her eyelids, cheeks, and face. The gentle way he held her face and thighs open. The lines of his body settled into hers. She pressed a kiss to his neck as slid out of her.

It was hot and wet.

The candlelight flickered over them creating erotic shadows.

Jo felt boneless as his pubic bone rubbed over her clit.

It wasn’t long before her legs began to tighten and shake. Dean’s face was tucked into her neck. Fresh bruises decorated her fair skin. His hips rolled softly against her causing her body to bow beneath him as her arms tightened around his neck.

Dean groaned against her neck. It was feral against the golden soft cast of the room. She kept him close to her. She felt their sweat mixing together as he panted in her neck. She could feel the stickiness between her thighs that no doubt was staining their sheets.

She was too tired to move and it seemed Dean was too as he lay on top of her content. He shifted his weight so he wasn’t suffocating her.

She turned her head to find his eyes already on her. His fingers traced her swollen lips before he replaced them with his lips.

“I love you, Jo.”

Jo left with Krissy, Aiden, and Josephine two days before his team would be leaving. He had been grateful he had enough hindsight to have Cas give her and Ellen the sigils on their ribs after River Pass.

He tried not to let his panic show. It would be radio silent until he arrived in Detriot. They couldn’t risk any demons knowing about Jo’s team. They knew Dean would be walking into a trap. He had been sure to let everyone know that there was no guarantee any of them would make it back alive. The circumstances were grim. He wasn’t going to sugarcoat it.

Chuck sent his team off with a smile. A part of Dean wanted to ask Chuck what he knew. He didn’t know if the prophet wrote anymore. Even then, knowing wouldn’t help Dean at all.

He was tired of knowing his fate anyways.

It was too simple. Too easy. There wasn’t a long drawn-out battle. Jo had been right that they would have to rely on Lucifer’s arrogance.

He had been there in Sam’s body wearing a white suit. They were in a garden full of red roses.

They trapped him in holy oil, which Jo and her team laid as well as strategic traps for Croats and demons. He begged for Sam. He just wanted one last moment with his brother. He wanted to say sorry and that he wasn’t mad. Not anymore.

He did use the Colt to kill Lucifer. Right in the heart where a red rose rested like a corsage. Yet, the bullets were made of Cas’ former angel blade. Jo had brought it up that the regular bullets wouldn’t work. Samuel Colt would have no reason to make a weapon to kill angels.

Lucifer wasn’t expecting that. The shock was evident in his features. But in the end, a smile graced his face. Not a Lucifier smile, but a smile he knew could only be Sam’s.

When Lucifer’s grace was expunged. The world didn’t shake. There was no earthquake. It was just an echo and the thud of a body dropping on dirt.

He couldn’t even be mad that Jo didn’t leave as she was supposed to. He knew she wasn’t going to listen to him anyways.

She helped him with Sam’s body.

He didn’t know where Cas went.

They drove to Kansas in silence. He didn’t realize that was where he was going until he was halfway there. His face burned from the tears and it left streaks down his cheeks.

He buried Sam next to his mom.

He couldn’t burn him.

They abandoned the camp. Some people stayed, but it became apparent that the world was righting itself. Dean briefly wondered if it was the angels helping with that. It would be the least they could do for creating the mess in the first place.

He and Jo settle at Bobby’s. He didn’t know how they came to that decision. They could’ve gone anywhere, but Bobby’s house was there. He couldn’t imagine someone taking over and renovating it. Krissy lived in Sioux Falls but with Aiden and Josephine. They had their own little apartment about 20 minutes away. There were talks of going to college. A life that didn’t revolve around hunting, which surprised Dean.

Dean and Jo don’t really talk about it. His tongue went numb every time he tried to bring up the subject, but it was glaringly obvious as Jo could no longer wear her low-rise jeans. Well, she could, but her shirts weren’t fitting.

The renovating of Bobby’s house was taking up most of their time. It amused him how anal Jo was about interior design. Gone were dusty shelves and books lying haphazardly. Things were cataloged and in neat order. Floors were swept and vacuumed. The house reeked of lavender. Clearly, candles weren’t just an apocalypse thing.

Even though they don’t talk about it didn’t mean they didn’t ignore it. His hands loved tracing Jo’s growing stomach.

Dean cleared his throat. “Have you thought about names?”

They were sitting on the couch. Jo was flicking through some magazines while he was laying down. His face was close to her belly as he watched their child move inside. He never thought much about pregnancy. He knew the woman’s body changed, obviously. But as much as he wanted his own family. He never thought of the possibility of it.

So he watched with fascination as Jo’s body changed. With pregnancy, it seemed the pregnancy concentrated heavily just on her belly and boobs. Her boobs had grown massive with pregnancy. He could never stop looking, especially if she wore a shirt cut to emphasize cleavage.

Jo had always been a soft woman compared to other female hunters he encountered. Jo never had any problem having her hair and nails down. She valued self-care, but there was something different about pregnancy that maybe made her more tender.

“A little bit.”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “What did you settle on?”

“William after my dad if it’s a boy. Mary Ellen if it’s a girl.”

Dean nodded his head. He couldn’t object to that and a part of him felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. He didn’t want to verbalize that he didn’t want to name their child after his dad or Sam.

He didn’t want that legacy following them.

He also tried to convince himself that it didn’t mean anything that the baby would be born in May.

Krissy came by every Wednesday and Sunday. Wednesday mainly just for dinner. Sundays she would come early. She and Jo would go shopping or gossip in the living room. Dean was busy trying to get Bobby’s business up and running. They couldn’t live a semblance of normal civilian life running scams.

He was working on some cars when Krissy kicked up dirt in their driveway. He had merely given her a wave before bending down onto a car. He didn’t do too much fixing that was what the auto shops were for but considering all the cars lined on the lot, Dean had been making a name for himself in the restoration business of old classic cars.

However, he was unprepared for the sound of rushing feet and a yelp attacking his ankles. He may not be actively hunting, but his reflexes were still the same.

“Wait, don’t shoot it!” Krissy’s deadpan voice echoed across the lot.

Dean didn’t realize the barrel of his gun was aiming at a small puppy. Stupid ghost sickness. “What the hell is that!”

“A dog.”

Dean threw Krissy an annoyed look. He didn’t move from his perch on the vehicle until Krissy had picked up the small yapping critter.

“What the hell is it doing here!”

Krissy picked up the small puppy and he deduced it was a Beagle. Great.

“I found it.”

“Still doesn’t explain what it is doing here.”

“Apartment doesn’t allow animals.”

Dean’s brows furrowed and his nose scrunched. “No. Hell no!”

“Oh come on, Dean. You guys have all this yard space!” Krissy argued.

“No. We’re focusing on the baby. Don’t need to be worrying about a dog.”

“Beagles are family friendly and good hunters.”

“So,” Dean countered as he went back to tinkering with the car in front of him.

He missed the calculating look that came over Krissy’s features. “Not like it matters. Jo gets the final say so anyways.”

Dean snorted. “She ain’t gonna say yes.”

“Jo, really?”

The dog was in his spot on the couch lapping up Jo’s affection. Jo thought it would be nice for the baby to have a dog. It would complete the picture-perfect apple pie family. Dean thought it was horseshit. Besides, Krissy would gloat about this forever.

“He’s a cutie pie, Dean,” Jo answered as she scratched his belly. Dean eyed the thing in disgust. “Besides, he needs a family.”

Jo looked up at him with puppy eyes and he groaned as the dog did the same. It reminded him of Sam. And Dean was weak for that look.

He was only kidding that they should name the dog Sammy. But the name stuck.

Mary Ellen Winchester was born May 1st bright and early at 6 o’clock in the morning.

Fatherhood brought out the best in Dean, but at the same time, a familiar paranoia came creeping back into his life. He knew Azazel was gone. He knew that the apocalypse was over. That his family had played their part. Yet, one could never be too sure.

It kept him up at night thinking of the horrors out there that could hurt Mary.

Dean looked down at his baby girl, she was so small, fragile and soft in his arms.

He heard the flaps before the voice.

"Hello, Dean."

Dean looked up at Cas back in his trench coat.

"You're an angel again."

"Seems that way."

"Seems there is redemption for us all." Dean muttered. He didn't really know what to say. There was hurt there that Cas disappeared after everything. But Dean couldn't hold on to that hurt, not when he had Jo and now the baby.

"You want to hold her?" Dean offered.

Cas stepped forward but didn't open his arms. He just peered down at Mary.

"I won't be seeing you for a while will I?"

He knew now that the apocalypse was over, there was no need for the angels to be down on Earth.

"I'll be here if you need me."

Dean accepted Cas' answer.

Cas' hand cradled Mary’s head. "Good things do happen, Dean."

Then he was gone.

Jo sighed as she stepped out onto the porch. Sammy was at her heel. It was August and the sun was beaming down across the salvage yard. Cars shined like diamonds from the rays. Jo followed the sounds of baby giggles and a doting father.

Her heart melted at the sight of Dean with Mary in his arms. He had just finished restoring the Impala. She had honestly been amazed that he had been able to do that considering the skeleton she remembered it being.

Mary was clutching Dean as they admired the restored beauty. She had her blonde hair, but Dean’s bright distinctive green eyes.

Mary was a happy baby. Always laughed and smiled at everything she interacted with. Mary looked back at her Dad with her baby gums exposed. Mary’s smile matched Dean’s. The smile caused crinkles around his eyes.

Jo thought she hadn’t seen Dean smile like that in a while.

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