Author’s note - I am changing up my writing style a bit for this one as we are moving along in the fic. Also (y/d/n) is your daughters name - I didn’t want to pick a name for her and have it be the name of one of my readers! Thanks all!
Part of me expected Dean to be here. The other part of me hoped he wouldn’t be. It was one thing to have to explain to Sam that he had a niece that I’ve been keeping a secret…but explaining to Dean that he had a daughter, now that was a a whole other feat I hadn’t been prepared for.
Sam calling my name is what finally pulled me out of my thoughts. I shook my head and walked over to them, clutching (y/d/n)’s hand tight in my own as I guided her over to the table.
Sam was quick to embrace me all the while Dean stood there, slack jawed, eyes wide as they observed (y/d/n).
“Hey Sam, Dean.” I said nodding my head slightly.
“Hey! How have you been? And who’s this?” Sam said.
Dean just continued to stare…seemingly waiting for an explanation as to who this little girl was and why he’d never heard about her.
“This is (y/d/n), baby this here is Sam and this is Dean” I said pointing them each out as she hid behind my legs. “Look I will explain everything but first I gotta get her something to eat.” I said.
Sam waved the waitress over and she took our order. We all sat silently as she went from person to person, writing our choices on her notepad. As soon as Sam finished talking he thanked her and she was quick to take her leave, putting our ticket in with the kitchen.
“Okay so I guess I should start with how this all happened…” Just as I was about to begin my explanation for keeping (y/d/n) from the Winchester boys our waitress came back to give us our drinks and a coloring placemat for (y/d/n).
As she walked away I started up again “Dean you and I we hadn’t planned this but things were seemingly well…and it’s not like we were careful. Sorry Sam. But I found out I was pregnant and I wanted to find a way to tell you and so I planned a whole day for us, we’d pack some food and take baby out and I had this whole cutesy we’re gonna have a baby while driving in baby thing planned…I don’t know it all sounds so stupid now. But anyway you left that night, I woke up to see you had cleared out your drawers and left without even saying goodbye.” I was rambling, not quite sure how to explain it all, as it had happened so fast.
“That doesn’t explain why you never told me!” Dean had raised his voice just as our waitress was coming back with our food.
“Dean it’s not that simple. You left, what was I meant to think. I wrote to you…over and over again but then I thought about how I’d hate to have you come back just because you feel obligated.”
I looked over to (y/d/n) she was digging into her pancakes, not a care in the world about the conversation happening around her. She had drawn cute little flowers all over the paper placemat with the crayons the waitress had brought over earlier.
“If you didn’t want to be with me then I wasn’t going to force it by telling you I was pregnant. That’s not fair to either of us. I’m sorry I never told you, either of you. I get that it’s not fair to have kept her from you but you need to know that she knows who you are. I’ve told her so much about the two of you.” I looked down to my hands thinking of when I finally told her about her dad and her uncle…she had asked me why it was just us two and I decided it was best she finally knew.
Sam gave a tight lipped smile, understanding where I was coming from…I could tell by the look in his eyes. Dean however, he wouldn’t meet my gaze, eyes shifting from his coffee to my hands to our daughter. This whole thing was getting to me, having to explain myself when he’s the one who left. He walked out on me and yet none of this is why we’re here right now.
“Look guys we can talk more about this later. We really should be getting to the actual reason we’re here.” I said quietly
“Right! You said someone had been asking about Dean.” Sam suggested
“It was some weirdo in a trench coat. Said he was no stranger to Dean and that his name was Cas. He’d said it like it should’ve meant something to me.”
It was then that Dean’s head snapped up, eyes finally meeting mine.
“Cas! You’re sure? What did he say?” Dean practically knocked his coffee over.
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