Imagines [Book Two]

SPN [Dean X Reader]

Imagine Dean helping your kid pick out an outfit for Halloween.

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Having the kid of one of the supernatural realm's most infamous hunters had not been on your mind when doing the deed with said infamous hunter. The Winchesters had swept in during one of the most bizarre weeks of your life, took care of a monster or three, and with adrenaline pumping you fell hook, line, and sinker for one of Dean's pick-up lines and let him take you to bed.

Two weeks later you found out you were pregnant, long after the Winchesters had left without even leaving a working phone number, and then a little over eight months later baby Miles Winchester was born. Everything had been fine and dandy until an angel dropped in on you- an angel who claimed to be very good friends with the Winchesters. He was surprised Dean had spawned a child, but after explaining that Dean didn't know.. Castiel informed you that Dean should know. So after much consideration, you agreed.

Dean and Sam were surprised to see you, especially with Miles sitting on your hip, and after having a private talk with Dean all was revealed. The first to come around had been their resurrected mother Mary, then Sam, and lastly Dean. Their life was anything but normal, but Castiel explained that you and your son were better off at the bunker because demons were starting to get wind there was a new Winchester in the mix. So after reluctantly calling up a witch friend of theirs who they knew would never bring harm to a child, they had some protection placed over both you and Miles since you really wanted Miles to know his other family.

For years to come, you'd be happy with your decision to stick around and offer Dean his chance to be a father.

Dean had left with Miles, intent on picking up candy and scary movies that were age appropriate for your now six year old son. They had been gone a while now and while Sam cooked up some lunch, you and Mary decided to decorate the bunker for Miles.

Half an hour later, Dean returns. "Alright, change of plans!" He walks into the room, smug as can be. "I got Miles the best costume ever, so we're gonna hit up some rich neighborhood and make the other kids cry."

Grinning, you can only shake your head fondly at his eagerness, then glance around for your missing son. "What costume is it?" Somewhere in another room, Sam shouts and glass breaks. Miles' laughter rings out, Dean smirks, and you narrow your eyes on him. "What did you do?"

"Miles!" He then hollers. "Get over here, kid, and show mom your scary costume."

"Dean," Mary sighs. "Did it have to be scary? Our lives are scary enough."

Before you can agree, your son walks in. Your eyes widen, you can actually feel the blood draining from your face, and you take a step back. Because while you and Dean share a son, you and Sam share something too. A phobia of clowns. And your son is dressed as a miniature IT the clown, the original version complete with a small cluster of vibrant balloons in hand.

"Mary, say your peace with your son," you mumble while pasting on a shaky smile and forcing yourself to not freak out at the sight of Miles.

Mary chuckles. "Why?"

"Because I'm going to kill him." Dean's smug expression turns to one of oh shit what have I done as he not-so-casually tries to make an escape. "Hey, Miles, why don't you and Nana go look for something to use as a bucket for candy while I go speak with your dad in the other room."

You nervously pat your son's orange wig as he passes by you, you tensing as Mary smiles sadly. Then once she has him out the room, you march after Dean and punch his shoulder.

"Ow! What the hell?"

"You know what that was for. You know I hate clowns."

"Aw, but Y/N, he looks cool. Kids wanna look cool nowadays."

"Then make him Danny Zuko or Edward Scissorhands, not a freakin' clown, you jerk!"

"I wanted to see Sammy's reaction though," he pouts.

And moments later, at the thought of the face Sam made when he shouted earlier, you crack. "I honestly wish I could have seen his reaction too."

"Atta girl." Dean steps in front of you, lazily draping his arms around your neck while your arms wrap around his waist. "Now go get changed. I found you a yellow raincoat and some black rain boots. I'll get Sam to even make you the paper boat."

Groaning, you let your head fall forward and muffle your voice against Dean's chest. "I hate you."

"No, you don't. Now chop-chop, momma, we got one terrifying kid to parade around the best neighborhood Sam can find us."

Miles' Halloween costume courtesy of Papa Dean