Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Better Late Than Never (s.w)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: thinking your dad hates you, getting tortured (mild), minor fluff at the end

Summary: Sam's world is turned upside down when you're left on his doorstep with only a note. He hates you for what your mother did to him. Will he change his mind about you before he loses for good?

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The air whips around the woman, causing her hair to hit her face. It's a cold night in Lebanon, but she isn't going to be staying much longer. The only thing on her mind is Sam Winchester and getting the hell out of Dodge. It's been years since she's been back at the Bunker and she vows this will be the last time. She gets out of her car and slings her long velvet cape with a hood over her body to protect her from the harsh winds.

She opens the back seat and grabs the small child who is fussing in the basket. She looks both ways before crossing the street to the Bunker even though she knows no one is coming this way. The only people who come this way are people who live here and people with a vendetta.

She walks down the stone steps to the front door and places the small child on the ground with a hand-written note attached to the blanket. Without thinking, she leaves the child there and disappears into the night. She will never be back at this bunker again, and she will never think about the man known only as Sam Winchester.

"Alright, I'm going on a beer run," Dean declares and slams his book shut.

"It's almost ten at night."

"And?"

Dean grabs his jacket and keys before heading up the metal staircase to the front door. He opens it not expecting to hear a child cry. He looks around in confusion before noticing the small human at his feet. He reaches down and grabs the note with Sam's name on the front.

"Uh, Sam?"

"What?"

"You might want to see this." Dean picks the entire basket up just as Sam walks into the war room. "I think she's for you."

"She?"

Dean walks down the stairs and sets the crying child on the war desk. Sam's eyes bug out of his head as soon as sees the child, and Dean hands him the note for him.

Sam, 
I'm sorry to have to do this to you like this, but I am unable to care for her. Her name is Y/N and she is your daughter. It's up to you to keep her safe.

"What's it say?" Dean asks.

There is a look of anger and shock written across Sam's face. There is only one person he can think of who would do this to him, and he hasn't thought of her in almost a year.

"Her name and the fact that I now have to care for her. Apparently, she's my daughter."

"Do you think that chick did this? You know, the one you had a few hookups with?"

"Has to be."

Sam doesn't have to say he doesn't want a child; it's written all over his face. Sam might have to care for you now, but he's not going to be happy about it.

Your life is not going to be an easy one, especially when you have a dad who never wanted you in the first place. As soon as you were able to talk, you knew your dad never wanted you. Dean has always been a loving uncle but Sam has always been distant. Sam and Dean wanted to do something with the open field next to the Bunker, so they decided to have a little garden where Sam could garden peacefully while Dean worked on his car in the Bunker. Now that they have a child, Dean set up a small swing set for you to play while Sam did that. You run outside once Sam opens the door, and you jump onto the swing happily.