Supernatural Imagines

Dean x Reader - His Happiness

Characters: Y/N(reader), Dean, Sam, Castiel(mentioned), Abel(OMC; Y/N and Dean's son), Cindy(OFC, briefly)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Request/Summary: Hello amazing person! Just wanted to say first that you're beautiful and you're writing is awesome! Anywhore, can you do an imagine where dean and reader used to be together but he left her to protect her and she was pregnant with his kid and now like 7 years later he's back and just a fluffy ending with daddy! Dean and uncle!Sam? - @beautifulimperfections13(on tumblr)

Words: 3464

Warnings: angst, explicit language, daddy!Dean(yes, that's a warning), arguing, fluffy goodness

A/N: I'm back at it again people! This fic contains flashbacks. There might be some mistakes and I apologize for those! Enjoy!

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7 YEARS AGO

You read the small piece of paper in your hands for what felt like the hundreth time, but you still couldn't comprehend the words witten on it.

I'm sorry. It's better this way. - D

A tear ran down your cheek, falling down onto the note, smudging the black ink. You couldn't hold it in for much longer as a sob broke out of you, followed by the uncontrollable stream of tears falling down your face, completelly ruining the makeup you had put so much effort in. You could feel your heart break into a million pieces inside your chest the more you stared at the note in your trembling hands.

This night wasn't supposed to go this way. This was supposed to be one of the most important and happiest nights if your life, but it turned out to be the worst.

You angrily wiped the tears that blurred your vision, away and started ripping the paper up, dropping what was left of it on the ground. Feeling nauseous all of a sudden, you ran for the bathroom, falling onto your knees and emptying your guts into the toilet.

"Fuck." - you muttered in between deep breaths, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you stood up from the cold tile floor carefully.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror for a while, observing your bloodshot and puffy eyes, cheeks covered in black mascara, lipstick smudged; you were a mess.

You wondered how can one person have such an effect on you. How can one person change your life completely in such small amount of time? How can Dean Winchester leave you after everything the two of you have been through?

You took a long, hot shower, hoping to wash away all your troubles and worries, but it did not work, as the second you stepped foot out the bathroom you were met with things that reminded you of him; whether it was his smell, that still lingered on his pillow case, or the black and red plaid shirt, that was draped over the chair. He probably forgot about that one. Every little thing brought back memmories of your time together.

You placed one hand on your belly, slowly rubbing it in circular motions.

"I guess it's just me and you now."

3 YEARS AGO

"Abel! You're gonna hurt yourself!" - you yelled out from one side of the playground as your four year old sprinted towards the swings - "Please, be careful!" - your son glanced at you over his shoulder and gave you a thumbs up before jumping up on the swing.

"Mommy! Come push me!" - he sqeaked as you stood behind him, pushing the swing lightly - "Harder!" - he urged, kicking up his small feet in the air.