Dean Winchester x Reader: Wish Upon A Star 3

"Hey beautiful," Dean whispers, cradling the bundle of squirming blankets in his arms. He can barely believe the sight before him; a baby, his baby, alive and healthy. Ten fingers, ten toes, a nose that she scrunched up whenever she cooed, a perfect little girl.

Dean glances over and meets your eyes. The corners of his lips twitch upwards when you give him an exhausted smile. He'd nearly fainted when you started contractions, and you could have sworn he turned six shades paler when you were in labor; a man that spent forty years down in flames and chains could barely handle you giving birth, but now that all is said and done and you three are alone in the hospital room watching the sunset paint the wall with a plethora of pastel colors,  peace seeps in where pain and panic once rested in your minds.

"Uncle Sammy's on his way," you croon as Dean passes your baby girl, affectionately named Hope Samantha Winchester, into your arms. You'd never thought you could pull off being a parent, but now, with your precious child cradled in your arms, you can't help but feel awe and excitement while you gaze down at the small, red-faced infant. Her lips are pursed and a mop of dark hair sits atop her head. "He's enormous...we told him to be careful not to squash you."

You stared down at the little stick in disbelief. No. No! Surely this couldn't be right. You'd only been married to Dean for a few months...you couldn't already be...what were the odds that in such a short time, you had gotten PREGNANT?

"(y/n)?" Dean called from the bedroom you shared in the bunker, tapping on the door of the adjoining bathroom where your shaking hands put the pregnancy test down.

"D-Dean..." You took a sharp breath in. What if you weren't ready to be parents? What if Dean didn't want a kid? What if he thought it was foolish to raise a child into this life? Heck, YOU weren't even sure you were ready to be responsible for a child.

"(y/n), babe, what's wrong?" Dean asked worriedly, pressing a hand to your forehead when you opened the bathroom door. "You're pale, and you're shaking. Are you feeling okay?"

"Dean..." You said again. You couldn't stop the broad smile from crossing over your face when you met his eyes and finally said, "we...we're having a baby!"

A look of shock passed over Dean's face before he, too, smiled broadly. "Y-You're sure?" He asked breathlessly. You nodded. "We're having a baby! (y/n), we're gonna be parents!" He pulled you into his arms and held you tightly, pulling you close with one hand and resting the other on your stomach.

"Congratulations," a familiar angel's voice came from the corner of the room. Dean and you jumped before turning to see Cas, and you were both too exuberant to give him the 'personal space' talk yet again.

"A baby," Dean repeated, as if he could barely believe if, "we're having a baby."

"What a pretty girl," you murmur sweetly as your daughter snuggles up against your chest.

"She looks like her mother," Dean adds. You blush and gave Hope a quick squeeze. "Wow...Hope. Our little Hope." Dean is smiling more widely than you'd ever seen him smile before, looking at the two most special girls in his world. "We've got a family," he continued, sounding like he only half-believed it.

"We do," you nod in agreement, still smiling down at the baby who is, at the moment, closing her eyes and balling a fist up next to her cheek, falling into a peaceful slumber. "And Dean...I...I don't want...I don't want Hope to have our lives..." You imagine her teeny tiny feet running away from monsters, her itty bitty hands clutching a weapon far too big for her in an effort to defend herself. That isn't the life you want for her. Not your life, not Dean's. She deserves a chance to get out.

"Y-You wanna leave Sam...?" Dean inquires, concern lacing a tone he tries to keep nonchalant.

"No! Of course not!" you quickly assure him. "I just...whenever we're on a case, one of us needs to stay and watch her, or Sam, or Cas. We can make our excuses, tell her we have some job that means we have to leave often, but...no monsters. Not for our little girl," you bite your lip, grateful to see relief flooding your husband's green eyes.

"Of course. That's what I want too, baby," Dean agrees wholeheartedly.

A happy life for a happy little girl who could proudly say she didn't believe in monsters and wasn't scared of the dark. It will be hard, you admit to yourself, but it will be worth it.