#mama dean

[lady-lochness]

Happy Mother's Day to Dean Winchester.

here is a fic to honor mama dean:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37499428?view_adult=true

P.S. not everyone's cup of tea, then again what is?

[aroace-madness]

Ok i just re read sunflower for like 10th time and I need more fics where Dean is called mom

[genderflu1dwh0r]

JD mentioning his mother

"How nice, last time I saw my mom she was waving from a library window in Texas. Right, dad?"

"Never given the matter much thought. Liked my mother. They said her death was an accident, but uh, she knew what she was doing. She walked into the building two minutes before my dad blew the place up. She waved at me, and then... boom."

[eyelinerdean]

are you feelin’ any better?

aka: jack gets sick. he and dean watch the princess bride.

Dean is pulled from his sleep by a soft knock at his bedroom door. He blinks blearily, a hand coming up to rub haphazardly at his heavy eyes before grunting to signal to whoever it is that they can come in. The small sliver of hallway light he can see from his bed widens to reveal Jack's backlit silhouette, smudged from Dean's blurry eyesight, and Dean sits up with a little bit of a groan.

"Dee?" Jack's voice is small.

"Yeah, kid?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you up. Castiel isn't here, though, so..."

Cas had left the previous day to go help Claire and Kaia on some hunt in Colorado. Neither Dean nor Jack had been happy to see him go, but he had promised to be back in a few days and had left them both with warm hugs and kisses on cheeks. Neither of them liked it when Cas was gone. Poor Sam had had to put up with even more moping than usual the following night.

Dean frowns at Jack's shaky voice, then looks up to take in the scene before him. Jack's got the hem of Sam's old purple dog shirt bunched up in one hand, the other clutching the Marvelous Marvin teddy bear to his chest like it's a lifeline. He's staring down at his feet, swaying a little unsteadily. Dean, on full alert now, his base instincts of your kid's unhappy, red fucking alert going into overdrive, stumbles out of bed and drops to a knee beside Jack. "What happened, kiddo, you okay?"

Jack's breath stutters on the way in. "I just—Uh, I threw up."

Dean's heart breaks a little bit. Jack sounds so young. "Hell, kid, I'm sorry," he says. He presses the back of his hand against Jack's forehead. "Do you feel any better or does your stomach still hurt? Think you'll throw up again?" He stands, taking Jack's face in his hands and pressing his own cheek against Jack's forehead to get a better feel: Definitely too warm.

Jack shakes his head weakly, Dean's hands still on his cheeks as he studies him. "I don't feel better. It hurts," he hesitates, "Is—Is something wrong with me?"

Dean frowns in surprise. "No, pumpkin, just sounds like you're sick," After a moment, he adds: "Human sick."

"Oh," Jack pauses, "It sucks."

read the rest on ao3!

[steve-damngoodbabysitter]

Do any of y’all know of any fics where jack calls dean mamma? It’s been living in my brain rent free since I saw some fanart of it and now I really wanna read a fic with it.... any scenarios are good!

[milfjensenackles]

watching dean play mini golf with Claire on Mother’s Day. feeling many emotions

[leviathancas]

baby jack running out of pre-k and into dean's arms going "mama mama mama! I drawed you a card for mama's day :)!" and mama dean just kissing the top of his head bc he loves him so much

[darth-vocado]

Yas Deans approval and appreciation of jack 🙌🏼