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Day 11: He Didn’t Come

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean and YN wake up to their daughter (Sophie) crying next to their bed, and they realize they had forgotten something.

Warnings: Fluff/Angst, Crying, Cursing, Mentions of Alcohol

A/N: Day 11 of my writing challenge! Sorry it’s so late, I just got home from college and had to unpack. No hate on any SPN Cast/Character. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

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"Mommy?" Sophie poked YN's arm, "Mommy, wake up."

YN groaned and covered her head with the pillow, "Go ask your father, honey. Mommy needs more sleep."

Sophie pouted, walked around the bed to Dean, and poked his arm a few times, "Daddy, wake up. Please?"

Dean rubbed his eyes and yawned, "Sophie? What's up?"

"He didn't come..." she mumbled.

"Who didn't come, Soph?"

A tear ran down the little girl's face, "Santa. He didn't come this year."

Dean sat up in bed, "What? What do you mean he didn't come?"

"There's no presents under the tree," she sniffed and wiped her eyes, "And my stocking is empty."

All of a sudden, the realization hit Dean in the face as his eyes went wide and his mind raced with panic. He turned and looked at his sleeping wife, then turned back to his daughter.

"Oh, jeez," he whispered, "Um, Sophie, I bet Santa...hid your presents somewhere in the Bunker. Why don't you go wake Uncle Sammy and see if he'll help you look for them?"

"Okay," Sophie nodded, "Maybe Santa wanted to play Hide and Seek with the presents. I'll go wake Sammy!"

She ran out of the room as Dean leaned over and shook YN's shoulder. She groaned and pulled the covers towards her face.

"YN, wake up. I'm serious," Dean spoke.

She sat up and squinted her eyes, "Oh, man. My head is killing me."

He turned her head to face him, "Honey, we fucked up."

"In what way?"

"We got drunk last night and passed out before putting Sophie's presents from Santa under the tree. She thinks he didn't come."

YN's eyes went wide, "Shit. What do we do?"

Dean grabbed his phone and started texting Sam, "I'm telling Sam what happened and he needs to keep Sophie occupied for a bit."

"Her presents are in the garage in the trunk of one of the cars," YN explained, "I'll go grab them while you fill her stocking."

"I told her Santa probably hid them. How do we explain that part?"

"Easy. Just tell her we found them first."

Dean looked at his phone as it buzzed in his hand. He opened it and read the text from Sam: Next time, don't drink on Christmas Eve. I have her at the other end of the bunker, you have 10 minutes.

He kissed YN's cheek, "We've got to hurry."

They jumped out of bed and quickly got to work. YN tossed on her robe as Dean threw on his hoodie. They quietly jogged out of the room and towards the garage.

Once inside, YN opened the trunk of the closest car. Dean grabbed the bag filled with Sophie's stocking items and ran back inside.

YN started stacking boxes so she could carry them easily inside the Bunker. She closed the trunk and grabbed the boxes.

As Dean finished filling his daughter's stocking, YN ran inside with the boxes.

"Thank goodness we already wrapped these, Dean," YN was panting as she ran up to him.

He took a box and set it under the tree, "I can't believe we passed out last night. I feel so bad."

"We can't do that again, Dean. I know we've had a rough few days, but drinking like that isn't healthy," YN explained to him.

"You're right. Maybe we just have one drink next time and then find something else to occupy our time," Dean winked.

YN smacked his arm, "You're such a flirt."

"Nah. I just love you is all," he kissed her.

"Well, I just happen to love you back," YN chuckled.

They heard footsteps running down the hallway and quickly finished putting the presents under the tree. Sophie and Sam walked into the library just as YN and Dean finished.

"You found them!" Sophie smiled, "Where were they?"

YN and Dean exchanged a look, both shrugging to each other and not knowing what to say. They looked to Sam, who also shrugged, in hopes he'd give them an answer.

"Well, Soph, Mommy and I looked around outside and I think Santa just had a hard time getting into the Bunker," Dean explained to his daughter.

Sophie crossed her arms, "I told you we should keep the door unlocked for him, Daddy."

Dean rolled his eyes, "What, I'm the bad guy for wanting to keep us safe? I thought I was the hero."

"You are," Sophie ran up to him and hugged his legs, "'Cause you're the best Daddy in the whole world," she turned and hugged YN's legs, "And you're the best Mommy in the world."

Dean looked up at Sam, mouthing a Thank you to him and received a nod in return. YN nodded to Sam as well.

"Well, are you going to wait until New Years or are you going to see what Santa brought you?" Dean asked.

Sophie ran over to the tree and started tearing the wrapping paper off one of the boxes. YN, Dean and Sam watched her open present after present.

"We got lucky, Dean," YN whispered.

He kissed her forehead, "We really did, didn't we?"

While they were talking to each other, Sophie squealed as she pulled out a Nintendo Switch. She stood up and jumped around in excitement while her parents and uncle chuckled at her enjoyment.

"That was nice, Dean. You knew she wanted one of those badly," YN whispered.

Dean turned to her, "I didn't get her that. I thought you did."

She shook her head, "No," she looked at Sam, "Did you get it?"

"No, I got her some stuffed animals," Sam spoke.

They all stared at each other in shock before turning back to Sophie, who was still celebrating her Christmas present.

"Santa got me what I wanted!" she yelled out.

"Yeah, he, uh, he sure did, honey," YN said with a hint of confusion.

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Masterlist

My Cherry Blossoms

@mlovesstories​​​​​​​​​ @smollestbean-2​​​​​​​​ @kitwithnokat​​​​​​​​

@idksupernatural​​​​​​​​ @desiredposion​​​​​​​​ @thevelvetseries​​​​​​​​ @let-me-luve-you​​​​​​​​

@obsessedwithfandomsx​​​​​​​​ @mangueweaschester​​​​​​​​ @starchildwild​​​​​​​​ @deans-baby-momma​​​​​​​​

@spnbaby-67​​​​​​​​ @unicornmadness2444​​​​​​​​

@emery--nicole--morrison​​​​​​​​ @spnfamily-j2​​​​​​​​ @akshi8278​​​​​​​​ @avocadogirl216​​​​​​​​

@imthedoctorlove​​​​​​​​ @wecantgiggleitsafandom

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Day 26: Naughty

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: YN and Jensen try to understand why their son continues to misbehave.

Warnings: Fluff, Slight Depression

A/N: Day 26 of my writing challenge! The story from the reader is actually a true story about myself. No hate on any SPN Cast/Character. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

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Jensen spins YN after he helps her out of the car. They had just gotten home from their date night, something they haven't gotten to do in a long time.

It had been roughly a year since their last date night. And with 3 kids at home, it was hard to find time to do so.

Jensen had finally talked YN into hiring a babysitter for a night so they could go out. She was against it for a long time, especially being a work-from-home mother and it being 3 days until Christmas, but she agreed that they needed a night away from everything.

The two had gone out to dinner, went dancing for a couple hours, and ended the night with a walk around the park. Now that they were home, they felt so relaxed and ready to call it a night.

But when Jensen opened the front door, he knew that idea went right out the window.

The house was completely trashed. Their Christmas tree was on the ground with broken ornaments everywhere, there was water all over the kitchen floor, food covered the walls, and there was a game controller in the TV.

"What in the world..." YN mumbled as she stepped over broken glass.

Jensen looked around, "Where are the kids?"

They looked up when they heard footsteps running down the stairs. Their babysitter, Jenny, had a panicked look on her face when she got to them.

She was panting as she explained, "Mr. and Mrs. Ackles, I am so sorry about your house. I've been trying to clean it as fast as I could but-"

"Let me guess," YN crossed her arms, "It was Randy."

Jenny nodded, "Your son went on a rampage and just started throwing things and breaking things," she paused a moment, "But the trashed house isn't all."

"What do you mean?" Jensen asked.

Jenny took a deep breath, "Randy told Claire and Charlotte that there was no such thing as Santa Claus."

"He what!?" YN yelled.

"They've been in their room crying for hours now. I've tried everything to calm them down, but between that and telling Randy to stop breaking things..." Jenny trailed off.

Jensen pulled out his wallet, "Jenny, you can go on home. I'm sure YN and I can handle it from here," he pulled out a $100 bill, "Here's a bonus for...dealing with all this. We understand if you don't want to babysit anymore."

She took the money from him, "Mr. Ackles, I would love to come back any time you need me to. But maybe after Christmas when Randy is a bit more calm."

"Thank you, Jenny," YN spoke softly, "Be safe getting home."

Jenny waved as she left the Ackles residence. Jensen shut the door behind her then turned to YN. They stared at each other in silence for a moment, both wondering what they should do.

"You want to talk with the girls or Randy first?" Jensen asked.

YN closed her eyes and sighed, "You go to Randy. After I calm the girls down, I'll meet you in his room."

He nodded, "Want me to wait until you get in there do dish out a punishment?"

"Don't worry about a punishment," YN shook her head, "I've got a better idea."

YN started walking up the stairs with Jensen right behind her. As they got to the second floor, they could hear music blasting from Randy's room and their daughter's wailing from their room. They split up, Jensen going left to Randy's bedroom and YN going right to Claire and Charlotte's bedroom.

It didn't take long for YN to calm down the girls. Claire and Charlotte were only 6 and 7 years old, and YN was more than capable of proving to them that Santa was real. She knew the girls loved Christmas and they weren't ready to give up on the magic just yet.

After giving their mom hugs and kisses, Claire and Charlotte moved over to their doll house and were back to being energetic and happy. And now YN had to go and talk to her teenage son, which probably meant a lot of shouting from him.

YN closed her daughters' bedroom, "Now comes the hard part," she walked over to Randy's bedroom door and knocked.

She pushed it open and saw Jensen and Randy sitting on the bed. Randy had his hood covering his face and his arms crossed over his chest. Jensen looked up at YN and shrugged at her.

YN closed the door behind herself and leaned against it, "We're not mad, Randy."

Jensen's eyes widened, "We're not?!"

"Shh!" she glared at him, "No, we're not. We're just confused."

"What's there to be confused about?" Randy mumbled.

YN walked over to him and bent down to look at his face, "You've been lashing out like this for the past 3 years, but only when it's December. And we've never stopped to ask why."

Randy looked up at her, "What do you mean?"

YN glanced at Jensen before looking back at her son, "We clean up the mess, we come up here and punish you by taking your phone or your games away, and then we assume everything is fine," she paused for a moment, "But it's not because we never asked you why you do it."

Jensen reached over and wrapped an arm around Randy's shoulder, "We're just worried something's going on. We just want to make sure you're okay."

"And if you don't want to talk about it right now, that's fine. Whenever you're ready, we're here to listen," YN smiled.

Randy pushed his hood off his face and rubbed his eyes, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Anything, honey," YN replied.

"Why can't I enjoy Christmas like I used to?"

Jensen and YN felt their hearts drop at their son's question. They looked at each other and neither of them knew what to do or say.

"How do you mean, son?" Jensen asked.

Randy shrugged, "Claire and Charlotte get up every year on Christmas day and run downstairs, yelling about how Santa brought them what they asked for," he looked at YN, "But I know there's no Santa. I know it's you and Dad that put everything out and eat the cookies and drink the milk."

YN felt a tear roll down her face, "Honey you haven't believed in Santa in years. You stopped when-"

"When I got into a fight at school over it? I know," Randy wiped his eyes, "The girls still believe though. I wish I still did. Maybe that's why I don't enjoy it...because the magic is gone."

Tears rolled down Jensen's face as he listened to his son. It broke his and YN's hearts to know this is how he felt. And who knows how long he had been feeling like this.

"Does it bother you that we still tell Claire and Charlotte about Santa?" Jensen asked.

Randy shook his head, "No, not at all. It's kind of nice to see them get excited. I just wish I could feel like that, too."

YN sighed, "Randy, let me tell you the story of when I stopped believing. I was actually your age."

"You were 13 when you stopped believing?" Randy exclaimed.

YN nodded, "I held on as long as I could. But I stopped when I was at my grandparent's house and they were talking about my presents. My grandpa got me new colored pencils for my art class. In my head I was thinking about how Santa knew I needed new pencils, but when my aunt walked in the room and asked my grandpa where he got them, I felt my heart drop."

"Did they know you still believed?"

"I don't know," YN shrugged, "I just remember going throughout the day thinking about my past Christmases. I would remember seeing presents next to the tree and thinking how my parents got them for me and not Santa. I was so broken."

"What did you tell your parents?" Randy asked.

YN sighed, "I didn't, not for a couple years. They thought I believed until I was 15. That was the year that I started to really not enjoy Christmas. I would hate going to my grandparent's house, I hated opening presents, I even hated decorating."

Randy looked down at his feet, "How did you get over it?"

YN smiled, "I tried to find just one reason to like Christmas: lights, music, family, food, friends, etc. And luckily, I finally found it."

"What was it?"

YN turned and looked at Jensen, "It was when you were about 4 years old and you ran into our bedroom. You shook my shoulder to wake me up. I was so tired, but seeing that smile on your face made getting up before the sun worth it," she paused and chuckled, "And when we all got downstairs, you didn't go for your presents at all."

Randy gave her a confused look, "I didn't?"

"No," YN shook her head, "You turned to me and your dad and said 'Mommy, can I give my toys away?'. When I asked why, you said 'I have everything I want already. I have you and Daddy.'"

Jensen smiled, "I remember that. We put all the Christmas presents in the truck, took them to a local hospital, and gave them to the kids. And it was all your idea."

"Wow, I did that?" Randy sighed, "I wonder why."

"Because you and I see the joy in others," YN took his hand in hers, "The joy of giving back to others. That magic feeling you have isn't gone. It just got pushed aside. You just have to find that spark again."

Randy smiled, "Thanks, Mom," he looked at Jensen, "Thanks, Dad. And I'm sorry for how I've been acting."

"It's okay," Jensen said, "You're a teenager. If you didn't lash out, I would've been worried."

YN chuckled, "I've got to agree with your dad on that one."

"I guess I should start cleaning up the house," Randy sulked.

YN laid a hand on his cheek, "Let's worry about that tomorrow, honey."

Randy stood from his bed, "Well I want to at least apologize to Claire and Charlotte."

"I think that's a good idea," Jensen nodded.

Randy walked out of his room and down the hallway to his sister's bedroom. YN and Jensen watched him open there door and sit down in front of them. They couldn't hear what he was saying to the girls, but when they stood up and hugged him, YN and Jensen knew he said just the right thing.

"We've raised him very well," Jensen whispered.

"He gets that soft side of him from my side of the family," YN winked.

Jensen chuckled, "Yeah, but he got the good looks from me."

"Hey now," YN turned to him, "Who says he didn't get it from me?"

"Either way, he's a good kid. And he had great parents to help him figure that out."

"Yeah, that's true."

Jensen sighed, "You do know that we're going to have to stay up and try to clean some of the house."

YN groaned, "I know. But that's a part of being parents."

"We could've just punished him and told him he had to clean it," Jensen suggested.

YN shook her head, "No. I think he learned his lesson a different way."

The two watched Randy play with his sisters from his doorway. Every once in a while, Randy turned around and smiled at his parents. They would smile back at him and wave to him.

"I'm just glad he's finding that spark again," YN spoke quietly.

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Masterlist

My Cherry Blossoms

@mlovesstories​​​​​​ @smollestbean-2​​​​​​ @kitwithnokat​​​​​​

@idksupernatural​​​​ @desiredposion​​​​ @thevelvetseries​​​​ @let-me-luve-you​​​​​

@obsessedwithfandomsx​​​​​​​ @mangueweaschester​​​​​​​ @starchildwild​​​​​​​ @deans-baby-momma​​​​​​​

@spnbaby-67​​​​​​​ @unicornmadness2444​​​​​​​

@emery--nicole--morrison​​​​​​​ @spnfamily-j2​​​​​​​ @akshi8278​​​​​​​ @avocadogirl216​​​​​​​

@imthedoctorlove​​​​​​​ @wecantgiggleitsafandom

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Day 1: Battery Operated

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: The apple pie life isn't always sunshine and rainbows, especially when Dean is having a little trouble getting things together for his step-child's Christmas morning.

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff

A/N: Day 1 of my writing challenge! *The reader had a child (Emily) before meeting Dean, so he is a step-father (in case any confusion).* Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

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"I don't understand how in the hell you can fix any problem with the Impala, but when it comes to putting a dollhouse together, you're basically up shit creek without a paddle," YN said to her fiancé.

Dean rolled his eyes at her and looked back down at the instructions, "Yes, but I've known how to do that since I was a teen. This shit," he points to the paper, "is the most complicated thing I've ever seen in my life."

YN laughed as she took the instructions out of Dean's hands, "Honey, they gave you all the information right here."

A blush covered Dean's face, "Yeah," he nervously laughed, "About that..."

"You haven't been reading the instructions, have you?"

A silence fell in the Bunker. A pin dropping could be heard. But the daggers YN cast at Dean with her eyes were enough sound to frighten him.

"I-I thought it was a simple thing. It looked easy to build. And I was using the box as a visual," Dean spoke cautiously.

"Seriously, Dean? This has to be done tonight. Hell, it should've been done days ago."

"I'm sorry! I've been at work and so have you. It seemed easier to build on the box, I guess."

"Dean Winchester, I swear," YN let out a breath as she looked at her watch, "If we get to work now, we should get it done by about 3:00am. And that should give us enough time to get a couple hours of sleep before Emily wakes us up."

"Wait, we? No, no, honey. Go on to bed. I can handle this," Dean tried to take the instructions back from his fiancé.

YN moved the instructions out of reach, "Nice try, Winchester. But this is one instance that I think you need a woman's help. You forget, Emily and I have been on our own before. And I've built a few dollhouses in my time."

A small sigh escaped Dean's lips, "I know, but...the thing is...I want Emily to have what I didn't."

"W-what?" YN asked him with a confused expression.

"Emily is growing up in a world without monsters and stuff. She has a normal childhood. Sam and I had to make our own Christmas when we were kids. There was no magic, no joy, no 'holiday cheer'. It was just lock the door...and hope Dad will come back alive," Dean sulked.

YN walked up to him and kissed the top of his head, "Dean, you know that Emily loves you, right? She adores you. Even if you give her a pile of dollhouse parts for Christmas."

"I think you mean Santa giving her a...pile of dollhouse parts for Christmas," Dean winced at the different pieces of the dollhouse.

"So then let's get to work," YN opened the instructions, "The wide pieces are the front and back of the first floor."

Dean held up large pieces of the dollhouse, "These?"

YN nodded, "And there are two taller pieces that look similar to it. But one has a battery side to it."

"Yeah, you just had to get the remote controlled dollhouse, didn't you?" Dean asked with sarcasm.

"Hey, it's just like the one I had as a kid. Just a little more advanced," YN rolled her eyes, "Now the roof is tricky because of the battery operation feature. So try and-"

Suddenly, the two heard a voice coming from the hallway, "What!? Santa brought the dollhouse I wanted!?"

They whipped their heads to the side and saw Emily standing in the hallway, dressed in her Christmas pajamas and a huge smile on her face.

YN turned and mumbled to Dean, "This could've been avoided if you just looked at the damn instructions."

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Masterlist

My Cherry Blossoms

@mlovesstories @adorable-minibot @kitwithnokat​

​​​@idksupernatural​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ @desiredposion​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ @thevelvetseries​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ @let-me-luve-you​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

@obsessedwithfandomsx​​​​​​​​​​​ @mangueweaschester​​​​​​​​​​​ @starchildwild​​​​​​​​​​​ @deans-baby-momma​​​​​​​​​​​​

@spnbaby-67​​​​​​​​​​​ @unicornmadness2444​​​​​​​​​​​​

​​​​@emery--nicole--morrison​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ @spnfamily-j2​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ @akshi8278​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ @avocadogirl216​​​​​​​​​​​​

@imthedoctorlove​​​​​​​​​​​​ @wecantgiggleitsafandom

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Day 20: He is Sober

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: YN and Jensen are throwing their annual Christmas party, and Jensen's dance moves raise some questions.

Warnings: Fluff/Angst, Cringe

A/N: Day 20 of my writing challenge! No hate on any SPN Cast/Character. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

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"Hi! Oh, I'm so glad you're here!" YN cheered as her friends walked into her home, "Come on in, make yourself at home. There's snacks and wine in the kitchen, help yourself."

As she shut the door behind herself, she looked around her home and smiled.

Her home was filled with her family, Jensen's family, and all their friends. Their annual Christmas party was in full swing, complete with food, wine, and Christmas music.

YN smiled and waved at people as she walked into the kitchen. She walked up behind Jensen, who was pouring a glass of wine.

"Well hello there, my love," Jensen chuckled, "I was just about to come find you."

YN kissed his cheek, "And why is that?"

He turned and handed her the wine glass, "I assume you were going to come for this sooner or later, so I thought I'd get you a glass."

"Thanks, Jay," she took it from him, "Have you greeted everyone yet?"

"Not yet," he shook his head, "I just now came downstairs."

"What were you doing upstairs?"

"Looking for that Christmas tux."

YN rolled her eyes and laughed at Jensen. The Christmas tux he was referring to was the Christmas tree tuxedo he had recently bought. It comes complete with a light up tuxedo, red light up tie, and a bright, yellow star for a hat.

YN put a hand on Jensen's cheek, "Oh, honey. Good luck finding it. I hid it well just so you didn't wear it to our party."

"Awe," Jensen pouted, "Why can't I wear it?"

"Because, Jay, that's more for your Supernatural Christmas party next week. Not for a family and friends gathering."

Jensen sighed, "Fine. I can live with that. But only if you wear the matching candy cane suit I bought you."

YN groaned, "Do I have to?"

"I can always just wear the Christmas tree suit tonight and-"

"No, no. Fine. I'll wear it," YN sighed.

They turned their heads towards the living room when music flooded the house all of a sudden. YN turned back and immediately knew what was going through Jensen's head.

"Oh, no. No, no, no. Jensen, please," YN begged.

He took the glass from her hand and set it on the counter, "Come on," he took her hand, "Let's go dance!"

YN tried to pull her hand from Jensen's grasp as he dragged her into the living room.

When it came to dancing, YN was okay. She wasn't terrible and she wasn't the greatest, but she was definitely better than Jensen.

Jensen's version of dancing was okay when he's drunk and absolutely comical when he's sober. When he's drunk, he at least has rhythm in his dancing. He can keep up with the music and dance on beat.

When he's sober, it's like watching a baby deer try to stand. He flails his arms and legs around, he is completely off beat from the music, and he is more clumsy than ever.

And unfortunately, Jensen was currently sober.

The two got into the living room, which was currently full of people. The song playing was a trap version of Up on the Housetop. And as soon as they stepped into the living room, Jensen let go of YN's hand and started dancing.

Well, trying to dance.

YN burst into laughter at Jensen's movements, as did everyone in the room. He was doing his best to stay in rhythm and try to do dance moves that looked good.

At one point, Jared walked up to YN and laid a hand on her shoulder, "What in the world is he doing?"

YN chuckled, "Dancing. He's...dancing."

"That's dancing?" Jared pointed at Jensen, "Is he drunk?"

"No, he's sober," YN turned to him, "When he's drunk, he's a lot better."

"You're kidding," Jared scoffed.

She shook her head, "When he's drunk, he's about on my level. When he's sober..." she trailed off.

"He looks like a newborn deer trying to land a plane?"

"Exactly."

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Masterlist

My Cherry Blossoms

@mlovesstories @smollestbean-2 @kitwithnokat

@idksupernatural @desiredposion @thevelvetseries​ @let-me-luve-you​

@obsessedwithfandomsx​ @mangueweaschester​ @starchildwild​ @deans-baby-momma​

@spnbaby-67​ @unicornmadness2444​

@emery--nicole--morrison​ @spnfamily-j2​ @akshi8278​ @avocadogirl216​

@imthedoctorlove​ @wecantgiggleitsafandom

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Day 24: #LessonLearnt

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean's procrastination of wrapping presents caused YN to freak out.

Warnings: Fluff/Angst, Cursing

A/N: Day 24 of my writing challenge! No hate on any SPN Cast/Character. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

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A crash jolted YN from her slumber. She gasped and sat up in bed, wondering what in the world was going on. She looked over and noticed Dean was not next to her. When she looked up, she noticed the door was wide open.

"Dean?" she called out, hoping he was near.

There was no answer.

YN felt her heartbeat quicken and sweat break out on her forehead. Dean wasn't anywhere near her and there was a loud sound downstairs. She was freaking out.

Another loud sound from downstairs made YN jump in fear. Knowing that she needed to make sure everything was all right, she took a breath and decided to go investigate.

She stood from the bed, slipped on her robe, and put on her slippers. She slowly made her way out of the bedroom, looking around for something to use as a weapons just in case.

Before walking downstairs, she peeked into her daughters' bedroom to make sure they were safe. She was happy to see the girls were sound asleep and cuddling their stuffed animals.

"Thank goodness," she whispered as she shut their door, "Now let's hope whatever or whoever is downstairs won't hurt me."

As she walked down the stairs, she noticed one of her girls left their baseball bat on the staircase. She grabbed it for protection and continued walking slowly down the stairs.

There was another loud sound followed by a grumbled curse word as YN got to the bottom of the stairs. She turned the corner and saw a figure walking past the couch. She tip toed towards the figure with the baseball bat reared back.

In one quick motion, YN swung as hard as she could and hit the figure with the bat, breaking it over their back.

The figure yelled out in pain and fell to the ground. YN ran over to the light switched and turned on the living room lights.

"What the...Dean?" she gasped.

Dean laid on the ground, groaning in pain as he looked up at his wife, "What the hell, YN? What was that for?!"

"I-I thought...you were a burglar," she explained, "You weren't in bed and I heard noises and I was scared."

"But did you have to break a baseball bat over my spine?" he slowly stood up from the floor.

YN looked at the broken bat in her hand, "Well, in my defense...wait a second, what are you doing down here in the middle of the night?"

Dean blushed, "N-nothing."

YN looked around the living room and her eyes landed on a tube of wrapping paper, a large box, and a bag of bows. She looked up and Dean who gave her a nervous smirk.

She crossed her arms and stared at him, "Nothing, huh? I thought you said you finished wrapping everything this morning."

"Yeah, about that..." he chuckled, "I, uh, got called into work and-"

"Don't bullshit me, Winchester," YN glared at him, "Why didn't you finish wrapping presents this morning like you told me you were going to do?"

Dean sighed in defeat, "I had to go to the mall and pick up your gift. I got a call that it was ready and the line was super long when I got there. By the time I got home, you were on your way home from work. I didn't want you to get mad, so I lied and told you I finished them earlier. And I thought I could wrap them while you slept, but wrapping in the dark is a nightmare."

YN rolled her eyes and laughed, "You didn't have to lie to me, Dean. And you didn't need to go through the trouble to get me anything special."

"Well, I wanted to get you something you'd be happy with," he explained.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

Dean walked over to YN's stocking and pulled out a small black box, "I wanted to wait until tomorrow, but I can't wait."

YN made her way over to him, "What's that?"

"You don't deserve a $15 plastic ring, YN. It's nice, but you deserve more," he opened the box, "I just hope you like it."

A gasp escaped YN's lip as she looked at the ring. It was her dream engagement ring that she had told Dean about forever.

He proposed to her with a cheap ring as it was all he could afford at the time, but YN was still grateful. In his mind, however, YN deserved so much more.

"YN, you work so hard, you've given me a home and a family, you're an amazing mother and wife, and you're absolutely the best thing that's ever happened to me," Dean said getting down on one knee, "This should've been the ring I proposed with, but I hope you'll say yes again."

She bent down and kissed Dean, "You do know that money doesn't matter to me, right?"

"Yes, I know," Dean kissed her, "But plastic doesn't look good on you. Diamonds, however, look amazing."

"I'll say yes on one condition," she whispered.

Dean gave her a confused look, "And what's that?"

"Will you accept my apology for breaking a bat over your spine?" YN asked.

Dean chuckled, "Yes, I accept your apology. And I love you."

"I love you, too."

He stood and took the ring out of the box. His shaky hand slipped it on her finger then he kissed her hand.

"I will say," he began, "I'm glad to see you can defend yourself if something were happening in the house."

"Well, I did learn from the best," she kissed his cheek, "Next time, don't be doing things in the dark."

Dean smirked, "Believe me, I learned my lesson."

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Day 28: Water

Pairing: Jensen  x Reader

Summary: A little New Years pool party for the Ackles and Padalecki family.

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Day 28 of my writing challenge! No hate on any SPN Cast/Character. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

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YN walked on to her back porch with a pile of towels in hand, smiling as she heard the laughter coming from her children. She set the towels on the chair and took in the sight in front of her.

With it being New Years Eve and a massive heat wave hitting Texas, Jensen and YN decided to end the year with a pool party. Jensen called Jared, inviting him and his family over that evening to join in the fun.

YN helped her daughters get into their swimsuits while Jensen ran to the store to get stuff for burgers. Jared and Gen came over within an hour with their kids. When Jensen got home, he changed into his swimsuit as well and got started on the burgers.

After YN changed into her swimsuit, she grabbed a stack of towels and made her way to the back porch.

Now YN watched as her daughters and the Padalecki kids swam around the pool, splashing each other and laughing. She turned and saw Jensen and Jared by the grill, working on dinner. She saw Gen sitting at the edge of the pool with her feet in.

Jensen turned when he heard YN behind him, "I think we'll be ready here in about 5 minutes. Sound good?"

YN nodded, "Sounds perfect."

Jared tapped Jensen on the shoulder, "You two want to see something funny?"

YN and Jensen nodded as they watched Jared walk away from them and towards Gen. He walked up behind his wife, picked her up, and tossed her in the pool. YN and Jensen fell into a fit of laughter as they watched Gen swim to the surface.

"Jared, what the heck!?" she yelled.

Jared shrugged, "You can't just put your feet in the water. It's a pool party."

"Yeah, Mom," Tom stuck his tongue out, "Come swim with us!"

"Actually," Jensen called out, "Dinner's ready!"

All the kids in the pool whined in unison. They knew once they got out, the pool party was over. YN and Jensen exchanged a look before nodding to each other.

"I bet we still have that old projector somewhere," YN said to him.

"And I'll have Jared held me put up a sheet for a screen," Jensen smiled.

YN turned towards the pool, "What can we use for a dining table in the pool?"

"They could just eat from the edge of the pool."

"Very true."

"Look for the old outside lights as well. We can use those somehow."

YN smiled at her husband, "You think of everything, don't you?"

Jensen shrugged, "Not my first pool party."

"Our honeymoon was not a pool party, Jay," YN blushed.

"Oh yes it was," Jensen laughed, "You saw the romantic side, I saw the party side."

"You're such a dork," she said as she walked towards the house, "Get to work on the screen."

Jensen looked to Jared and nodded for him to come over. He explained the idea to him, which Jared was all for, and the two got to work.

It didn't take YN long to find the projector in the attic. It was sitting on top of some one VHS tapes, and YN really didn't know why she still had them. As she left the attic, she grabbed a string of the outdoor lights.

Jensen grabbed a bedsheet from the hall closet while Jared grabbed two 2x4s from his garage. The two hammered the planks into the grass in front of the pool. They stretched out the sheet and stapled it to the planks.

YN walked out of the house and handed the projector to Jensen, "I just hope it still works."

"If it doesn't, we'll think of something," Jensen winked.

"Hey, Jared. Want to help with the lights?" YN asked.

Jared nodded, "Sure thing."

YN handed him the end of the lights and explained how they need to spread them out. There were poles coming up from the edge of the pool, which is where the lights would go in the summer time. Jared helped YN string the lights around the pool then they stood back to look at their work.

Jensen whistled to get their attention, "Projector still works! What should we put on?"

Lilly, Jensen and YN's oldest daughter, shouted from the pool, "Daddy, you should put on Trolls: World Tour!"

"And why that one?" he asked.

"Because we like the music!" Addie, their youngest daughter, shouted as she dived back into the pool.

YN chuckled, "Well, she's got you there, Jay. It does have some good music in it."

Jensen rolled his eyes, "Never thought I'd be spending my New Years Eve watching a Trolls movie."

YN walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, "You also never thought you'd be having a pool party in December, love. Or that you'd be setting up a projector right now. Or that the kids wouldn't want to get out of the pool-"

"Come on, that one was a given," Jensen laughed.

"True," YN kissed his cheek, "Still, it's an unusual thing. But at least it's with my favorite person."

Jensen turned to her, "Yeah, I know. Jared's a pretty cool dude."

YN scoffed, "I meant you!"

Jensen kissed her, "Yes, I know. And I love you."

"I love you, too," YN kissed him.

"Ew!" Shep shouted from the pool, "They're kissing!"

Jared took the opportunity to jog over to Gen at the edge of the pool, "You think that's gross?"

Gen knew exactly what he was up to, "You forget, all grown-ups kiss."

Jared bent down and kiss his wife, "I love you."

She kissed his back, "I love you, too."

All the kids in the pool shouted in unison, "Ew!"

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@mlovesstories​​​​​​​​ @smollestbean-2​​​​​​​​ @kitwithnokat​​​​​​​​

@idksupernatural​​​​​​ @desiredposion​​​​​​ @thevelvetseries​​​​​​ @let-me-luve-you​​​​​​​

@obsessedwithfandomsx​​​​​​​​​ @mangueweaschester​​​​​​​​​ @starchildwild​​​​​​​​​ @deans-baby-momma​​​​​​​​​

@spnbaby-67​​​​​​​​​ @unicornmadness2444​​​​​​​​​

@emery--nicole--morrison​​​​​​​​​ @spnfamily-j2​​​​​​​​​ @akshi8278​​​​​​​​​ @avocadogirl216​​​​​​​​​

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Day 30: Feint

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: YN trying to distract Dean from seeing the dog she rescued.

Warnings: MEGA FLUFF

A/N: Day 30 of my writing challenge! No hate on any SPN Cast/Character. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

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"Okay, Ginger, you're going to stay right here and be a good girl while I try and find you some food," YN pet the dog in her room, "And hopefully we can talk Dean into keeping you."

She stood from the bed and slowly backed out of the room. Ginger took a few steps towards her, but YN raised a hand to hold her off. She stepped into the hallway and quickly shut the door behind herself.

She walked quickly down the hallway and towards the kitchen. When she got there, she opened the fridge and looked for anything she could feed the dog. She grabbed the last of the bologna, a package of hot dogs, and the leftover ham from the weekend.

Just as she was about to leave the kitchen, she heard the door to the Bunker swing open and her heart dropped.

"He's already back?" YN said to herself.

She heard footsteps coming down the stairs and started to panic. She looked down at the food in her hands and quickly ran back over to the fridge. She swung it open and tried to put the food back as quickly as possible.

And it would've worked if she didn't drop the leftover ham on the ground, causing a loud sound to echo throughout the Bunker.

In that moment, Dean walked around the kitchen corner, "What are you doing?"

YN turned around and dropped the hot dogs and bologna, "N-nothing!" she chuckled nervously, "You're, uh, you're home early."

"It was just a quick salt and burn, nothing too thrilling," Dean shrugged.

"Oh," she smiled, "That's nice. Glad you're home."

Dean crossed his arms and leaned in the doorway, "So, are you going to explain that?" he nodded to the food on the ground.

YN blushed as she looked down, "Oh, that? I, uh, got hungry."

"And you were going to eat an entire package of hot dogs, the smoked bologna, and the leftover ham?"

"I-I was really hungry."

Dean walked into the kitchen and stood in front of YN, "Really hungry, huh? Have you been...feeling okay?"

YN nodded, "Yeah, I'm great. Lots of energy."

"Energetic? Hmm, not nauseous or anything?"

"Nope. Perfectly healthy."

"Any mood swings?"

"Not that I've noticed."

"So, you're feeling just fine then? Just a little hungry?"

"What's with this sudden interrogation, Dean?" YN crossed her arms.

Dean held his hands up in defense, "Nothing, nothing. Just curious is all."

YN thought for a moment before it suddenly hit her, "Do you think I'm pregnant?"

Dean blushed, "Y-you're not?"

"No, Dean. I'm not pregnant," she glared at him.

"Oh, okay then. So you're just extra hungry?" he asked.

Before she could answer, there was a bark echoing through the Bunker. YN blushed as she watched Dean whip his head around.

"What was that?" he asked her.

"What was what?" YN smiled.

Dean gave her a confused look, "You didn't hear the bark?"

YN chuckled, "What bark?"

She whipped her head around Dean's when she heard Ginger bark again from the bedroom. Dean turned to YN and just stared at her.

"I know you heard it that time," Dean smirked, "What's going on?"

YN was suddenly panicked as she pointed and blurted out, "Look over there! Sam's keying your Impala!"

Dean turned around, "Wait, what?"

She took that moment to grab the food off the ground and bolt out of the kitchen. When Dean turned back around, she was gone. He could hear her footsteps running down the hallway and decided to go after her.

YN pushed the bedroom door open and quickly shut it behind herself. Ginger was sitting by the door wagging her tail and panting.

"You have got to keep quiet. Dean's already suspicious," she pulled the bologna out of the wrapping and handed it to Ginger.

Ginger took it from her and ate it as quickly as she could. YN laughed as she took out a hot dog and fed it to the dog.

"You're such a good girl, Ginger," she sighed, "I just hope Dean will think the same thing."

"Found you."

YN quickly turned around to see Dean leaning in the doorway. He had a smile on his face while he shook his head.

"You're not very good at hiding things, YN," he began, "And I told you having a pet in the Bunker isn't exactly a good idea."

YN pouted her lips as she pet the dog, "But Dean, look at her."

"It's a dog, YN."

"She was eating trash from the dumpster outside. She was starving."

"So you thought it would be a good idea to bring her here?"

"For some TLC? Yes, yes I did."

Dean groaned, "YN, I don't know about this."

YN bat her eye lashes and smiled at her boyfriend, "Come on, Dean. Look at her face."

He looked directly at the dog and slowly felt his heart melt. Ginger was whining and staring up at Dean. YN whined as well to try and seal the deal.

"Okay, fine! We can keep her," Dean rolled his eyes.

"Yay!" YN hugged the dog, "Ginger you get to stay!"

Dean bent down and scratched Ginger's head, "I'm totally going to regret this," Ginger took that moment to lick his cheek, "Okay, I guess you are pretty cute."

YN looked up at Dean before making a face, "Do you smell that?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah, what is that?"

The two stared at each other with wide eyes before they turned around and looked behind Ginger. And they're deduction was correct.

"Well, I'm definitely not cleaning that up," YN mumbled.

Dean scoffed, "You're really going to make me pick up the dog poop?"

YN shrugged, "We she is our responsibility now. And I've already fed her so you can clean up after her."

"I was right. I already regret this," Dean groaned.

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@mlovesstories​​​​​​​​​​ @smollestbean-2​​​​​​​​​​ @kitwithnokat​​​​​​​​​​

@idksupernatural​​​​​​​​ @desiredposion​​​​​​​​ @thevelvetseries​​​​​​​​ @let-me-luve-you​​​​​​​​​

@obsessedwithfandomsx​​​​​​​​​​​ @mangueweaschester​​​​​​​​​​​ @starchildwild​​​​​​​​​​​ @deans-baby-momma​​​​​​​​​​​

@spnbaby-67​​​​​​​​​​​ @unicornmadness2444​​​​​​​​​​​

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Day 22: Online

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: Quarantine is hard when Jensen and YN can't see their families for the holidays.

Warnings: Fluff, Slight Depression

A/N: Day 22 of my writing challenge! The reader is a costume designer, just so there’s not any confusion. No hate on any SPN Cast/Character. Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

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YN set her laptop on the coffee table in the living room and wiped a stray tear from her face. Jensen walked in and set their presents from their parents next to the couch. He sulked a bit as he looked up at his wife.

"I know this is hard," he said to her, "But just think, we'll see them next Christmas."

YN nodded, "It's just...this is the first Christmas that I don't get to see my family. And it sucks."

Jensen wrapped his arms around her, "I know how you feel. I miss my family too. I haven't really seen them since last Christmas because of the quarantine."

"A part of me is so upset we can't go see them, but I'm also grateful our families are being safe during the holidays," YN sighed, "It just doesn't feel like Christmas without them."

"That's why we're unwrapping our presents with them through Zoom," he held her at arms length, "It'll be like they're here."

YN smirked, "Just minus your mom and mine pushing us under the mistletoe."

"That can be arranged you know."

"We don't have mistletoe, Jay."

"But I can print a picture out."

"Don't you dare," YN chuckled.

Jensen smiled at her, "There we go. Now you're smiling and laughing. Mission accomplished."

The two sat down on the couch and leaned back with a sigh in unison. YN sat up and turned on her laptop, positioning it so Jensen was also in the picture.

"Go ahead and message your parents, let them know we're ready," she said as she turned on the Zoom app, "I'll message mine and do the same."

Jensen pulled out his phone and texted his dad while YN texted her mom. Within seconds, their families were on screen, waving and shouting over one another.

"Hey, y'all," Jensen greeted them, "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas everyone," YN smiled and waved.

YN's mother jumped into the frame, "My baby girl! How are you holding up?"

"It's been hard, not going to lie," YN sulked, "But we still wanted to try and see you for Christmas-"

Jensen's father interrupted YN, "I'm glad you both are staying safe."

"Are you going to open your presents?" Jensen's mother asked.

He took a couple of the boxes off the floor, "We wanted you to be here when we opened them. That way it's sort of like a normal Christmas."

"Oh, oh, Jay. You need to open that small red one first. It's from your dad," his mom yelled.

Jensen picked up the small red box and held it up. When he got a nod from his mother, he started opening it.

"Oh, wow!" his face lit up, "Thanks, Mom."

He held up a key chain that had all the shows Jensen had been on listed on it. It was a great memento of all his accomplishments.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," she replied to him.

YN's mother chimed in, "YN, honey, your turn."

YN sat closer to the laptop, "Which one should I open?"

"See that big blue one?" YN's father pointed next to the couch, "Your mother and I go you that one."

She pulled it towards herself, but found it difficult to move, "This weighs a ton!" she turned to Jensen, "How did you move this?"

"I got the jack from the garage and moved it," he chuckled, "I don't know what it is, but it's super heavy."

YN started tearing off the wrapping paper and gasped when she saw the box inside. Jensen leaned over to look and smiled at the gift.

"Your mother and I know your sewing machine broke and you haven't been able to make any costumes from home lately, so we thought we'd help out," said YN's father.

"Mom, Dad, this is incredible," she looked at the machine, "Is this the newest one? The digital?"

"Yes, ma'am. Only the best for my girl," said her mother.

"It's perfect. I love it. Thank you," YN said to the camera.

Jensen wrapped an arm around his wife, "We actually got you all the same gift, if that's okay. It's the little green bag with the white tissue paper."

YN and Jensen watched their parents walk over to their trees and grab the present. They came back to the camera and sat down.

"Now before you open it," YN began, "Just know this is something you guys have wanted for a long time."

YN's parents ripped into the tissue paper and looked into the bag. Jensen's parents did the same. And the simultaneous shouting of excitement coming from both families was music to their ears.

"You're not joking right?" Jensen's mother said through tears, "I know you like to prank your mother, Jensen."

"It's not a joke, Mom. We're serious," he replied.

"Congrats! You're going to be grandparents!" YN yelled.

YN's parents were hugging each other and crying at the present while Jensen's parents were celebrating and jumping around.

"We really wanted to tell you face to face, but seeing your reaction makes it so much better," YN said with a hand on her stomach.

"When did you find out?" her mother asked.

"A couple weeks ago," YN replied, "You should've seen Jensen. I've never seen him so excited."

YN's father pointed at the camera, "You two are going to be amazing parents."

"Agreed," Jensen's father spoke, "Though I doubt Jensen will be able to change the kids diapers for a while. I didn't change his until 3 weeks after he was born. I couldn't stand the smell."

YN burst into laughter, "Dad, weren't you the same way?"

"Hell, I passed out the first time I changed your diaper, YN," he rolled his eyes.

Jensen chuckled nervously, "Is it really that bad?"

An awkward silence filled the room. Neither of their parents spoke as they and YN stared at Jensen.

"Oh, just wait," YN smirked, "You'll see. And who knows, maybe you'll get a few chances if we have more kids."

Jensen hung his head, "Fantastic."

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