Have You, Forever
Summary: The Reader and Dean finally decide to make their family official as Dean lets himself trust that this love, this life with her and their daughter, will last. Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 3,875 Warnings: So. Much. Fluff. Tiny bits of anxiety, but really. FLUFFY. SFW. Author’s Note: This ends up outside of canon in plot, but I hope the characters are still canonical. Between the first fic and this sequel, I managed to work in all the lyrics of Glitter in the Air by P!nk—the result of a challenge/celebration I held for reaching 2k. This part of the story was planned as soon as I was given the prompt by @dancingalone21, and I meant to post this conclusion on the 22nd of September, Fluff Appreciation Day, but life got in the way. Thanks for all the feedback on part 1, “Have You Ever?” everyone, and if you haven’t read it, I recommend you do so before reading this. It’s not strictly necessary, but it will make more of an impact if you do. Also, this is the first time I’ve written Dean as an actual father with a child OC, so I’d love feedback.
It had to have been one of the happiest nights of your life.
You had known it was coming—honestly, it had taken way too long in your opinion. Dean’s baggage, his hunting, the raising of your daughter all seemed to delay the inevitable, but it had finally happened.
And you couldn’t have been more thrilled. Nothing could have made your night any better.
Except maybe this moment.
You had left your 3-year-old with her Uncle Sammy and Castiel while you and Dean had gone out. They were more than capable of watching over her, but since she had both of them wrapped around her little chubby toddler fingers, there was never any predicting what would happen while you were gone.
You and Dean leaned against the door jamb, silently laughing and watching the disastrous conclusion of the arts and crafts experiment Sam had been brave enough to try.
“Please, Samantha Grace? We’re trying to decorate the card for mommy—don’t you want to add more color instead?”
Samantha Grace refused to hand over the container of glitter, “no! Sparkles!”
Her guardian angel was sitting next to her, his head tilted quizzically, “Sam, why does she seem so attached to these colorful reflective pieces of plastic?”
You looked at Dean and raised an eyebrow, silently asking if you should step in and prevent the coming catastrophe. He shook his head and wrapped his arms around your midsection, his head resting next to yours as the two of you watched it unfold.
Sure enough, Samantha Grace started shaking the glitter tube vigorously, making a small mountain on the colored paper. Sam reached over and liberated the tube, but too late—her little fists were in the pile and moments later the sparkles were airborne.
Have you ever thrown a fistful of glitter in the air?
“Ah, man! Samantha Grace, you’re covered in glitter!”
Castiel’s voice seemed slightly worried, “it seems we all are now…. Sam, does this stuff come off?”
“Sparkles!” Samantha Grace was already throwing more in the air, standing up to spin in her glitter storm, loving the way it fell around and on her.
Dean’s chuckle vibrated through your whole body and he placed a quick kiss on your temple before moving around you, bending to scoop up his daughter and swing her around as she squealed in excitement.
“Hey little monster! Have you been having fun with Uncle Sammy? Look at how sparkly you are!”
Sam and Cass stood up, trying unsuccessfully to brush the glitter off of themselves.
You laughed and walked into the room, taking Samantha from Dean when she reached out her arms to you. “We make a card for you, Mommy!”
“You did?!” You overdid your excitement, bending down while holding her to grab the colorful paper. You tilted it first to get the remains of the glitter pile and then opened it, oohing and ahhing at her drawing on the inside.
“This is so pretty, sweetie, thank you!”
“Is for you! Unka Sammy says Daddy took you on a special dinner. Did you have cake?” Her voice turned adorably suspicious, and you could tell she felt like she had been denied a treat. The smile on your face was so wide, you worried it was going to start to hurt your cheeks.
Unfortunately, your baby girl was getting to be a handful, so you put her down, your arms already straining beneath her. You worried sometimes about missing out on time with her—she was growing so fast! You still worked your job at the hospital and Samantha Grace alternated between day care and being watched by Mary here at home in the bunker. Mary had taken a haunting case yesterday and was due back early tomorrow morning.
You put the card back down and looked at Dean, whose grin was matching yours. You shelved your worries and focused on the happiness of your family—and the news you were about to share.
“No, baby, we didn’t have cake. But Daddy did have a surprise for me—he gave me a present. Isn’t it pretty?”
You held your hand out to your daughter who immediately grabbed it and stared at the ring that now sat securely on your left ring finger.
Dean had done well—it wasn’t a traditional ring. It was both practical and beautiful: flat, so you could wear it under hospital gloves, and the design was white gold with a small line of round white diamonds in the center of an infinity symbol that combined two hearts. It was romantic and wonderful and you cherished it as a symbol of the strong love between the two of you.
And of the future you had together.
You smiled up at Dean again, who was getting his back patted by his taller younger brother.
“I told you it was worth it to go to Jared’s.” Sam’s voice was smug and you laughed, standing up. Samantha was still staring at your ring, and you let her keep hold of your hand as you reached out to wrap Sam in a one-armed hug.
While you held him there, you whispered in his ear, “thanks for giving him the push he needed.”
Sam leaned back and winked, acknowledging your thanks.
You knew Dean had been stalling. Considering his history it was understandable—but you also knew that he had quite the romantic inner core. He believed in love and happily-ever-afters: he just didn’t think he’d ever get one.
You had decided more than three years ago when you walked away from your old boring life to be with Dean to make it your mission to change his mind about that. This was your first concrete proof that he had started to do so.
Cass walked up next, standing there awkwardly, not knowing what to do with his hands and arms. “Congratulations to both of you—”
“Daddy, why did Mommy get a present? Is it her birfday?” Samantha Grace’s strident voice drowned out even Castiel’s gravel. We were still working on the concept of ‘inside voice’ with her.
Dean chuckled and bent down to pick her up again, “No, little monster, it’s not Mommy’s birthday. I got Mommy the special ring because I love her bunches and bunches and bunches—” he started tickling her with each repetition and she squealed delightedly, squirming in his arms and causing a shower of glitter to fall from her hair and clothes to the floor below.
“Alright munchkin, it’s bedtime—give everyone loves.”
Dean righted her and you caught a quick pout from your daughter at your announcement, but it was ruined by the wide yawn she gave a moment later.
Dean walked her around for her nightly ritual of giving everyone who was home a hug before bedtime: ‘giving loves’. She giggled at how sparkly Sam was and he indulgently shook his mane and sprinkled her in more sparkles. She gave Cass a kiss on his cheek and you watched as his normally stoic expression melted into one of adoration.
Samantha Grace had that effect on the two men she had been named after.
When it came time for your hug you took her and cuddled her close, breathing in the smell of your precious baby girl. You felt Dean lean in close, so you lifted your chin for a kiss from him, perfecting the moment.
“You want me to clean her up and put her to bed tonight?”
You nodded, switching her back to her father’s arms once more. She was getting really sleepy now, already half past the point of oblivion, and she tucked her head against Dean’s shoulder while you picked a few pieces of glitter off of his shirt with a grin.
“Good luck with that first part.” You stepped up on your tip toes to kiss your new fiancé and the love of your life again. “And afterwards, let’s take advantage of the beginning of the end.” He raised an eyebrow and you explained, “the hourglass is on the table now. You’ll be making an honest woman out of me soon enough, Mr. Winchester.”
Dean laughed softly and tucked your hair behind your ear before turning and walking out of the room with Samantha. You watched them go with a happy sigh before turning to hunt down a broom for the floor.
Two months later
Why in Chuck’s name were you so nervous?
You’d been looking forward to this moment for years—the moment when you could yell to the entire world that you loved Dean Winchester, and he loved you back, and make it completely official that he was yours and no one else’s.
You were wearing an elegantly simple but gorgeous dress. Your friends and family—by love, not blood—were waiting for you outside under a starry sky, and you were quaking in your dress shoes about walking out in front of them all to say your vows.
What was wrong with you?
“Hey, Y/N, you got a lot of twitchy hunters out here waiting for—what’s wrong?” Jody’s face went serious when she got a good look at yours.
You could feel your heartbeat in your ears, your pulse pounding.
“I think—I don’t know what’s wrong with me Jody!”
She was there beside you in an instant, this sheriff/hunter who had become your best friend over the last few years. Since both of you were no-nonsense emergency personnel and strong mothers who cared for hunters and took care of them as best as you could—you’d bonded almost immediately.
Jody had you by the forearms, turning you away from the floor length mirror you’d propped beside the door to look straight at her.
“Breathe, Y/N. Deep breaths, sweetie…. That’s it… in… out….”
You synced your breaths with hers, trying to tune out the panic bolting through you. What the hell was wrong with you?
“It’s going to be fine, Y/N. It’s just pre-wedding jitters—every bride gets them at some point.”
Mary came in next, looking strange in a knee-length light blue dress instead of her usual denim and flannel, and shutting the doors behind her.
You ignored her, focusing on your breathing.
“Y/N? Jody, what’s wrong with her? She’s pale as her dress!” She hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen without waiting for a response, and was back a minute later with a large glass of water.
You took it gratefully, gulping down half of it in one go.
“Just a little anxious about taking the walk. She was practically hyper-ventilating when I walked in.”
Mary nodded, and a look of understanding passed between the two women.
You licked your lips, swallowing the fear before the phrase, “have you ever felt this way?”
Mary produced a tissue from a stash she’d apparently squirreled away for later and began dabbing at the makeup around your eyes. You hadn’t realized you’d smeared anything, but apparently you had.
“Oh yes, honey. I forced John to get married in Reno and I was still nervous as hell.”
Jody laughed, taking the glass of water from you and moving behind you to fix whatever you had done to your hair.
“I had the more traditional wedding—small town, church, white dress, big family, the whole shebang. I was a full bridezilla making sure everything went well, way worse than you… but when I saw Sean at the end of the aisle…” She walked around to look you in the eye again and there was still muted pain in her eyes as she thought of her husband who had died many years ago when she was first introduced to the supernatural.
“Well, when I saw him—my nerves took a back seat. I’m betting it will be the same for you when you see Dean out on the grass tonight.”
You smiled, shaky but genuine at the image in your head. You’d seen Dean in his tux and it was certainly enough to distract you from any nerves you were feeling right now.
“I think I’ll be okay now.” You looked back and forth at these two wonderful women, finding their hands and squeezing, “thank you so much.”
“Don’t mention it.”
“It’s what family does, sweetheart.”
Jody backed towards the door and nodded once more. “I’m going to go play the march music, give me one minute, then you two follow, okay?”
Mary nodded, and you focused on your breathing, making sure you didn’t get worked up again.
“Thanks for walking me down the aisle, Mary. I haven’t had parents since I was very young, so you…” You coughed, clearing your throat and changed topics. You couldn’t afford to get upset. You had only seconds left. “I know it means a lot to Dean too, having you here.”
Mary hugged you gently, being careful not to muss your hair and makeup.
“Y/N, you are a blessing in this family—the way you make Dean so happy. And the way you let me help you with Samantha Grace. I may have missed out on raising my boys, but I’m glad you’re the mother of my granddaughter… and I am proud to claim you as my daughter.”
“Stop it, Mary, you’re going to make me cry.”
She chuckled and linked your arm in hers. “Well, we can’t have that. Let’s go, Y/N.”
And she led the way through the bunker doors and up the three concrete stairs to the road where Baby was parked.
Apparently someone, probably Sam, had decided to ignore Dean’s threats and window chalk “Just Married” on the back window anyway—at least he hadn’t tied cans or anything to the bumper.
The sun was setting, right on schedule, and the colors in the sky were beautiful. It was absolutely perfect.
You let Mary pull you gently across the road to the empty lot opposite the doors—a field that was usually open grass pasture but was now decorated with poles and electric lights, a smooth aisle made of garden pathway stones placed end to end with the guest arranged on either side in white plastic chairs. There were light blue flower petals sprinkled across the stones—courtesy of your daughter, who had been eager to be the flower girl at the ceremony.
As you stepped onto the stones with Mary’s hand on your arm, linked by your elbows, you vaguely recognized the music playing through the discreet speakers as Pachelbel’s Cannon in D and the fact that all the guests were standing as you passed.
Most of them were hunters, some were people from the hospital that you worked at, and at that moment, they could have been dancing naked in front of you.
You weren’t paying them any attention.
Your eyes were fixed on the end of your path where Sam and Dean had assembled a wedding arch that you had spent hours decorating with flowers and vines over the last few days.
Castiel was standing in the middle, having agreed to officiate the service—rather reluctantly. You couldn’t think of any person in the world you would rather have do it though, and Dean had convinced him to go through with it.
Sam was standing to one side, opposite of Jody. He was tall and radiating happiness, but he wasn’t the one your eyes focused on.
They were locked on Dean.
He was standing between the two men, his brothers, and his eyes were locked on yours as well—the expression on his face enough to literally take your breath away.
Suddenly walking down the path didn’t seem difficult at all. The way you felt—it might as well have been the walk before the run.
Your legs weren’t shaky. Your palms weren’t sweaty.
At that moment, you could have laughed for the joy welling inside you. If you hadn’t been wearing a dress, you would have considered doing cartwheels the rest of the way down the aisle.
Your attention was dragged away from Dean only for a moment, when you heard Samantha Grace calling to you from the front row.
“I poured out all the flowers, Mommy!”
Donna, who had volunteered to watch her during the ceremony, seemed embarrassed, but your little girl was very proud of herself. You gave her a thumbs up in acknowledgment as the crowd chuckled.
Then you were there. And Mary was placing your hand in Dean’s before going to sit beside her granddaughter.
Castiel was talking for a solid minute before you came out of your daze. The anxiety was back in full force, and if Dean hadn’t had your hands gripped solidly in his own, you probably would have fallen down or run away.
Everyone was staring at you.
What were you supposed to do? Castiel was still talking.
“I have lived a long time—longer than it would seem if you looked at me. I’ve learned many things in my time about relationships and the bonds that form between people. A marriage is a more formal bond than the one that Dean and Y/N currently hold—but as a close personal friend of both the bride and the groom, I can say with complete confidence that the bond that is between them is already stronger and more enduring than the ones that form between most couples.
“It is a bond which has withstood distance, danger, and uncertainty. They have brought a beautiful soul into the world in the form of their daughter, and they have worked together to raise her in the best way possible, despite their challenging careers which both make the world a better place in different ways.”
Castiel looked to Jody and Sam now, who both stepped forward.
“These witnesses, and the guests that have gathered to celebrate with you today, have come to witness this union of love between the two of you.
“Do you, Dean Winchester, take this woman to be your lawfully married wife?”
“I do.” Dean’s voice was strong and proud. You swallowed, hoping you could match him in this.
“Do you, Y/F/N Y/L/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.” You sounded surprisingly normal.
You had practiced this with all of them multiple times. Next came the vows. You and Dean had kept yours secret from each other, saving them as a surprise for now. Dean was first.
“Y/N, you are an amazing woman and mother. You make me happy in ways that I never knew I could be. My life was never going to be ordinary, but since you came into it, each day is more extraordinary than the next, and I don’t know what I could have possibly done to deserve to have you in my life. I vow tonight to always do my best to make sure you never regret sharing your life with me. I love you, Sugar.”
You licked your lips and smiled, then took a breath and recited what you had memorized for Dean.
“Dean, from the moment you first knocked on my door four years ago, I was lost. You are a hero, not just to me, but to the entire world, but you still chose to be with me. I am so thankful for the strength and love you give to me and our daughter so freely, and I look forward to returning that love for the rest of my life. I vow tonight to always give you my love unconditionally, no matter what challenges the world and our lives may throw at us.”
He squeezed your hands and you were lost in his green eyes for a moment before Castiel prompted you to repeat after him:
“I promise to be honest, faithful, and supportive of you and our family in sickness and in health, for better or worse, as long as we both shall live.”
Dean repeated it too.
It felt like everything was moving so fast.
Sam was handing Dean a ring, and he was sliding it on next to your engagement ring.
Jody handed you the simple band and you tried to keep from shaking as you slid it on Dean’s finger.
He was almost at the end now.
“By the power vested in me by the God of the universe, and by the state of Kansas, I now officially pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss each other.”
This was it. It was official—it was the breath before the kiss, and then Dean’s lips were on yours, and your hands were around his neck, and you forgot your nervousness again.
Sam and Jody only gave the two of you a moment to enjoy it before throwing the rice. Dean stepped back and the two of you reluctantly turned to smile at the photographer.
Samantha Grace wiggled away from Donna and Mary and came running up to be in the photo so you and Dean posed again with her. He picked her up and carried her in one arm back to his mother, his other hand gripping yours tightly as you walked to the right of the arch where Sam and Dean had assembled the remaining garden tiles to create a small dance floor.
Garth, their former hunter-werewolf friend, served as the DJ along with his lovely wife Bess. You trusted her judgment more than Garth’s.
The sun had fully set now, leaving the summer night to descend—the stars and a 3/4 moon were out to help the electric fairy lights you had so painstakingly hung throughout the area. It had all come together so well—but you didn’t stop to admire your success.
Have you ever wished for an endless night? Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight?
Even though you were looking forward to having him to yourself later, a part of you wished you never had to leave his arms as he pulled you onto the dance floor.
Dean pulled you close and his gravel voice was in your ear. “Y/N, are you okay, babe? You’re really quiet.”
You smiled at him and pulled him closer. “I’m perfect right now, Dean. I have you.”
He squeezed you tight then placed his hands carefully to begin the first traditional dance. “And I have you, forever.”
Garth and Bess queued up the first song, one that Dean had insisted on: “My Lady Soul” by the Temptations. He knew you loved it.
The two of you had practiced this dance too—and Dean had the natural rhythm to make it flow beautifully now. So much so that when he moved closer to you and began to sing softly to you as you danced on, it was still easy to keep the steps.
“I'm ready to surrender, my love, lay it all in your hands, give you my forever, everything I am....”
“Forever indeed, Mr. Winchester.”
You spun out and caught a glimpse of Sam dancing with Mary, of Castiel holding Samantha Grace, of your friends and family all enjoying themselves, and then you were back in Dean’s arms and he was taking your breath away again with the intensity of his gaze.
“I love you so much, Y/N.”
And he was kissing you again, right there in the middle of the dance floor, and in that moment, everything was as perfect as any happily ever after could ever hope to be.
Not enough fluffy for you? Don’t worry…I’m planning on picking up this story once more. Dean’s going to carry that first dance song into the bedroom to celebrate their honeymoon. Look for the fic, “Forever After” and all its fluffy goodness. :)
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