Letters

11

Dean's POV
A year. It’s been almost a year since she left. And honestly, I think I’ve lost all hope. She’s not coming back, is she? She probably met another guy, and completely forgot about me. I don’t blame her. I blame myself; I always do.
I get up, and pull on my jeans and a black t-shirt, remaining barefoot, because I don’t plan on leaving the bunker anytime soon. I trudge towards the kitchen to start my alcoholism for the day, when I remember something. I go into the library, and rip a page off the notepad, then write these words:

“Ally, I give up.”

Those three words I thought I’d never say, never think about. Not over this.
I go into the kitchen, grab a beer, then make my way back to my room. A stray tear falls down my face, but I quickly wipe it away. I can’t take my chances. But she’s not coming back.
Then I hear something; a sound I thought that I’d never hear in the bunker. The sound of a baby crying. It couldn’t be my brother’s, because he would’ve told me...right? Naturally, my curious self follows the sound down the hallway. A light is shining from a room three doors down from mine. I shuffle to the door, open it, and am nearly blinded by the bright colors. “Where’d all this come from?” I mutter, stepping into the room. The rocking chair stops moving as soon as I speak, but the soft cries continue. I walk forward, only stopping once I’m at the crib. My eyes travel down to see a beautiful baby girl. Why is she in the bunker? Who’s is she? Where’d she come from?
I hear something, and turn my body seeing Sam and Daisy standing at the door, gesturing towards the rocking chair. I follow their fingers, and almost fall over when I see who’s in the chair. Her hands are over her mouth, tears dripping down her face. But she looks just as beautiful as the day I met her.
    “Ally?” Her name comes out of my mouth as a soft whisper, almost as if I’m afraid she’s not really there. The baby stops crying when I say Ally’s name, which I find a bit odd. Ally answers, her hands trembling, “D-Dean?” I drop to my knees in front of her, as she says, her whole body now quivering, “I-I’m sorry, Dean, I’m sorry, I was scared you wouldn’t...but I…” I give each of her knees a gentle kiss, then say, reaching for her, “C’mere, baby.” She doesn’t even hesitate.
She falls into my arms, both of us having waited long enough to feel each other again. I kiss her hair, tears rolling down my cheeks, as I hug her tightly, never wanting to let go. I finally have her in my arms again. I don’t wanna lose her again. I whisper, my lips against her ear, “It’s alright, babygirl, I’m not mad...I promise I’m not. I love you so much, Ally, I really do. I’m just extremely relieved that you’re okay and you’re back.” She looks up at me, her arms wrapped around my neck as she sniffles, “R-really?” I reply, gently wiping the tears from her soft cheeks with my thumbs, “Of course. But...just to get the story straight...you didn’t come back because...because you were pregnant?”
She nods, standing up, and looking into the crib. I do the same as she says, “Yes...I was afraid that you wouldn’t like her.” I look down at the baby, and she blinks at me with a toothless smile, her hand in her mouth. I say quietly, “But she’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. Why wouldn’t I like her?” I’m trying to think of all the reasons that Ally would think that, then I ask, suddenly, “She’s not...from another guy, is she? Is that why you thought I wouldn’t like her?” As I say this, the baby reaches up, and grabs my pinkie finger, my hand hanging over the crib giving her an opportunity. The baby just giggles at me and I smile, my bad thoughts fading slowly. Babies bring out the best in a person, honestly, and so do children, in general. Ally giggles herself, saying, “I think she likes you...but that’d make perfect sense.” I ask, trying to get my cockiness back, “Why? Because chicks automatically dig me?” Ally snorts, rolling her eyes playfully, and smacking me in the chest, but I grab her wrist with my free hand. Her eyes meet mine, and she replies, “No...it’s because you’re her father.”
Shockwaves blast through me, almost knocking me off my feet. I-I have a daughter? Ally taps my nose, obviously seeing that I’m zoning out, saying, “Dean...hey, you okay?” I blink a few times, trying to make my vision focus again, saying, “Yeah, sorry, I just...she’s mine?” Ally smiles, replying, “Who else has the prettiest green eyes, and would generously pass them on to his babygirl?” I finally notice the color of the baby’s eyes. “Fanfiction Green” as Ally and Daisy call them. She is mine! Ally picks up the baby carefully, then asks me, “You wanna hold her? Be careful with our daughter, Dean.” My hands reach out to her automatically, and Ally giggles at my enthusiasm. She gently places the baby in my arms, saying, “Dean...meet Jensen Grace Winchester. She was born November 3rd.” I glance at Ally as she looks down, seeming a bit sad. We all know that date very well, and why it seems extremely familiar. That’s the day our (mine and Sammy’s) mom died. She says, “I was actually on the phone with Sammy when it happened. He said that’s why he seemed extra paranoid about Jensen that day. He was praying she’d make it...and she did.”
Jensen has been staring at me this entire time, watching my reaction to Ally’s words. I say to Ally, letting Jensen play with my fingers, “Oh...baby, I wish I’d been there. If I’d known, I would’ve been there, most definitely. Don’t run next time...please...just ask me.” She adds, “I’ll remember that for the next kid.” My eyes widen in a shocked way, replying, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, next kid? Let me love this one first!” Ally smiles, asking, “You do love her, don’t you?” I smile down at Jensen, feeling the tears forming in my eyes, saying, “Of course I do.” I kiss Jensen’s forehead, then carefully hand he back to Ally, who places her back in the crib, but not before kissing her cute little nose. I say, “Oh, and one more thing, Ally.” Ally starts to say something, but I immediately drop to one knee, pulling the ring out of my pocket. Her hands come up to her mouth to hide a small noise as I ask, “Ally...will you marry me?”