Me and You (and The Spaces In Between) (Supernatural Fan fic)

Don't You Cry No More (Dean x Sammy) (WINCEST from chapter 4)

Dean's POV

We had just brought Deanne home, our perfect little baby asleep in the backseat. I took the car seat out of the car, then set it on the sidewalk next to the bunker entrance. I helped Sam out of the car, holding his hand. Tears welled up in my eyes as we carried Deanne inside for the first time. "Welcome home baby girl." I said as we walked into the foyer. I helped Sam to the couch, where he plopped down and held out his arms. I carefully unstrapped out daughter, then picked her up slowly to hand her to Sam. I lay her gently in his arms, then sat next to him on the couch. Deanne looked so tiny in his arms, like she was a firefly in the arms of a moose. "Dean, can you go grab a bottle out of her room? I think she is hungry...." Sam said, taking me out of my stupor. I nodded as I got up and walked to the nursery. I grabbed a small pink bottle, then took it to the kitchen to put the formula in it. After I had filled it and heated to the right temperature, I handed it to Sam, who he gave to a very hungry Deanne. 

Sam's POV

I stuck the nipple into her mouth, then slowly rocked her back and forth, watching her eat like it was her last meal. I smiled down at her, in her little pink onesie Dean had bought while I was still in the hospital. It reads "Hunter in Training." I kissed her forehead, her perfect green eyes half closed. I looked up as I heard the camera shutter click. "Deaaan!" I whined, thinking that I looked stupid. He showed me the picture, and I was wrong. There I was, with our little baby, smiling like an idiot. Dean plopped next to me, then put his arm around me, holding us close. "God, how did I get so lucky?" He said as he kissed my temple. 

(TIME SKIP BECAUSE I SUCK ASS AGAIN. DON'T WORRY IT WILL PAY OFF)

Dean's POV

Sam and I had finally gotten Deane to sleep. She didn't put up a fight, its just that we put it off. I flopped on the bed, next to Sam, who was shirtless. I pulled the covers over us and cuddled closer to him. I kissed his lips as I drifted off to sleep. The next thing I remember is Deanne crying, then me jumping up out of bed to go check on her. I didn't see a demon in her room, because I was not about to make that mistake with her. I couldn't let that happen to our princess. I picked her up out of her crib, then started swaying and bouncing her lightly. I started to sing one of my favorite sings, Wayward Son by Kansas. I started humming the beginning of it, then I started singing it full on. 

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high

Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming

I heard a little sniffle behind me. I turned to see Sam leaning against the doorjamb, a tear escaping his eye. I lay a sleeping Deanne back down in her crib, then walked over to Sam. "Hey, no chick flick moments Sammy." I said as I brushed the tear away from his eye. I kissed his lips softly. "Come on, lets go back to bed honey." I said as I turned him around. I grabbed his ass just to mess around with him. "Dean, you know what the doctor said; 'No sex for at least three weeks.'" Sam said in his "Strict Voice". I laughed as we crawled into bed, hopefully for the last time tonight. 

(What do you guys think? Should I keep writing this one or keep doing imagines? Let me know down below!!)