❝ You think you're tough, don't you? ❞
❝ I think I'm a badass. ❞
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in which Dean Winchester is the father of a female version of his teenage self
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September 9, 1999 _
18 year old Dean Winchester looked up when his Uncle Bobby pulled up, sighing softly in relief. He looked down at the small infant in his arms when she gurgled softly, reaching out to fist her little hand into his shirt. He smiled down at her. His daughter. His little girl. Who he now had to raise all by himself. The image of his girlfriend on the burning ceiling came to his mind again, making him shudder as he remembered seeing his mother in that exact position. First Mary, now Denise. He shook the thought from his head when his Uncle got out the car and began making his way towards him.
"Hey, Bobby." Dean smiled, shifting the small baby so she was resting against his chest.
"Hey, kiddo." Bobby greeted, his eyes falling down to the small baby in his nephew's arms. "Is this her?"
Dean couldn't help but roll his eyes. "No, she's just filling in for the real one until she gets back from the Bahamas." He said, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm.
"Watch it, boy." Bobby said pointedly, though there was a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Dean chuckled. "Well, Bobby, this is Natalie." He said, his voice soft as he gently swayed the little girl in his arms. Natalie yawned, her little nose nuzzling itself into his shirt.
Bobby smiled, a big mushy kind of smile that only the Winchester boys ever got to see. "She's a beauty. Looks like you."
"Really? How can you tell when they're this little?" Dean questioned while gently bouncing Natalie.
"You can't. It's just something you say to be polite." Bobby joked.
The younger man chuckled. "Hey, uh, is there any chance that...you've talked to Dad?"
"No, but I talked to Sam. Says he really wants to see you." Bobby said, raising his eyebrows at the younger. "He really misses you, kiddo."
Dean sighed, a guilt stricken look in his eyes. "I know. I wish I didn't have to leave." He muttered, thinking about the look on his father's face when he told him Denise was pregnant. He shuddered.
Bobby's wise eyes softened. "I know. But hey, you can stay with me as long as you need to, alright? Don't worry about it."
Dean smiled at the older man, then gazed down at his daughter. He exhaled. "Thanks, Bobby."
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Dean held his breath as Bobby pulled up to the motel his father was staying at, straightening up his posture out of instinct.
"Well, here we are." Bobby said, turning his head to look at the younger male. "You ready?"
Dean nodded, trying not to look as terrified as he felt. "I'm ready."
