The child // Dad!Dean

Prologue

Hi guys, welcome to the introduction to this story!

There is not much I can say as of right now. There are not really any TW's for this chapters... so enjoy!

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Dean was staring at the note in his right hand. He had been reading it over and over since he had discovered in on his doorstep.
It had been lying on top of a little baby, wrapped in blankets. Dean didn't know a lot about babies, but it couldn't have been older than a couple weeks old.

At first he had assumed it was some kind of supernatural shit. A trick to get him to let his guard down.
But before he tried poking the baby with a stick, he had spotted the note, immediately recognizing the light, elegant handwriting of Emily.

She was a girl he met in the last school he went to, an exchange student from England. That was the moment Deans heart dropped and without even reading what the note said, he got a feeling what this baby was doing on his doorstep.

He had had a thing with Emily. Did it a bunch of times with her in empty class rooms, behind the bleachers, in the janitors closet.
Only wearing protection a few times, because why would Deans put on a condom?

He could have punched himself.
His dad was right, he was dumb and careless and now it came to bite him back in the ass.

So after his initial shock had worn off a little, the teenager clumsily picked up the bundle. Whatever the note said, Dean couldn't leave the baby outside in the cold. It had snowed the day before and the wind was freezing.

Dean didn't have a lot of experience with babies. Of course there was his younger brother Sammy, but Dean had only been four when he was born and the only memories of that times were blurry.

Some things came back through. Always support the neck, start rocking them when they start to cry...

Dean put the note down on the couch and then cradled the baby in his arm until he felt stable enough the sit down with it.

The baby was fully wrapped, only her face peaking out from the cloths. It seemed to be asleep and Dean hoped it would stay this way. He had nothing to feed her with, no diapers to change her or a crib to put her to sleep again.

A wave of anxiety washed over him, nervously chewing on his bottom lip as he gazed down at the baby. It had a soft, round face with rosy cheeks, like the babies in TV ad's or magazines. The little button nose flared up every now and then, indicating that it was still breathing.
It had a few fine, dark hairs poking out from underneath the blankets. The exact same shade as Emily's hair.

Dean had to read that note.

With a shaky hand he grabbed it from the cushion next to him, creasing it a little as he started reading...

Dear Dean,

I hope I didn't give you a heart attack... I realize just dropping the baby off in front of your door wasn't the way I should have done this. But it was easier this way, I couldn't bare to look at you again.
You must know that I really enjoyed our time together. You are special to me still, Dean.
I realized quickly that I was pregnant. I tried to figure out how to tell you, but you moved away before I had the chance.
So I had her on my own, but I cannot keep her. I am leaving in a couple of weeks to go back to England. My parents would murder me if I came back with a baby.
So I tracked you down. Maybe you want her, maybe you're better suited to take care of her.
She doesn't have a name yet, I didn't want to get too attached to her. So you go ahead, just please pick something normal. Don't name her after one of those bands you like or a car...
I am so sorry to do this this way. I really wish it could have been different.