Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Kids

Dean:
You look down at your baby boy, who had dazzling green eyes like his father but the hair of you. He was the most precious thing in the world- and Dean couldn't agree more. Among all the beautiful and valuable artifacts in the bunker, he was the one thing you wouldn't sell away.

Sam:
"How old is she?" Dean asks beside you, staring down at the new baby. "Nine months." Deans mouth catches flies and you chuckle and ask what's wrong. "She probably has Sammy's genes for hair. It already needs a haircut." You laugh again and slowly shake your head. It was true though

Castiel:
You cheered your baby on as she stood onto her chubby feet, balancing herself in Cas' arms. "Alright baby! Come here!" You said cheerfully and Castiel let go of her gently. She took two steps and then three. And after five she had made it to you. She fell into your arms with a heavy giggle and a huge smile and you laughed with her. Castiel coming to kiss her forehead.

Crowley:
"You have a what?!" Crowley yells, eyes wide with disbelief. You wince at his harsh tone and your hand automatically falls to your belly. It had been two days since you knew you were pregnant but Crowley had been away and you feared he wouldn't come back if you told him over the phone. Having a kid wasn't exactly his plan. "It's only three weeks old-" He cuts you off again, "Great." His tone is bitter and you feel tears sting your eyes. Dammit hormones. "Look I get it if you don't want a kid. I'll be out of here in a day." You mumble and walk past him. There's no reply and you wonder if he'll try to stop you.

Balthazar:
You walk into your baby's nursery, stopping short at the angel who's rocking him in his arms, humming to some old folk song. The baby had been crying all night and only now was he finally calming down. You smile at the scene before walking back to your room to sleep.

Gabriel:
Gabe was a good dad. Your baby had always preferred you more, maybe because you were around a lot of the time. You had every right to believe your baby's first word would be mama. But nope. It was a stunning 'Daddy'. Gabe wouldn't shut up about for two years.

Lucifer:
The angel wouldn't stop worrying about if he would be a good father or not. It wasn't until after your baby was born that he realized all he had to do was hold your son as he cried and feed him some baby food. He became a pro and was very proud of himself.