Dad Dean Winchester x Mom Reader ft. Maren, Sam, Cas
TW: mentions of fire, illness, kidnapping, cursing, blood, minimal use of y/n
A/N: so so sorry for keeping you all waiting for almost a week.
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"Dean, say something, please." Sam said.
"Sammy, this is isn't gonna be fixed with talking." Dean said. "Cas used the code word. Someone's in trouble."
"Yeah, but being it was Cas, Dean, you're not thinking.." Sam trailed off.
"You notice how we followed the trail, still no mother?" Dean asked. "I'm betting she has Maren or y/n. Or worse, she has both of them."
"Calm down, y/n can handle herself." Sam reassured.
"She's also reckless." Dean added. "She'd throw herself in a bullet's path before it hit its target, especially for Maren."
"You're both like that." Sam commented. When they reached the hospital, Sam and Dean were both quick to flash their yellow visitor's wristbands.
"Cas!" Dean called, seeing Cas standing in the hall.
"Hello, Dean." Cas greeted.
"What's going on?" Sam asked.
"She's in there." Cas stated. "I believe I stalled her long enough, but then she revealed herself."
"The mother changeling." Dean exhaled, a protective rage coursing through his veins. He kicked the door, causing it to swing open. He nearly froze in his tracks when he saw her: here she eerily had your features, even from behind she had near every detail perfect, except for now she wasn't hiding her fae features. She stood over Maren, who had fallen asleep, oblivious to the supernatural happenings around her.
"Step away from my daughter, bitch." Dean said raising his gun, putting it square against the back of her neck.
"Now, you don't want to kill me here. Not with all the security around." The mother changeling said turning to face Dean. His stomach turned at the fact she even had your voice down pat right down to your midwest city gal accent. "You've been accused of murder before, no surprise you'd be again."
"I'll say this one more time: step away from my daughter." Dean said.
"Alright, have it your way." The mother changeling replied with a smirk.
"Sammy, get Mare out of here." Dean ordered. He put his gun against the changeling's chest.
"What's going on?" Maren asked as Sam picked her up from the bed and held her against his chest. Momma?"
"That's not Momma, Maren." Sam said protectively. "Just hang onto me. Uncle Sammy's got you."
"Now what'd you do with my wife?" Dean asked.
"Oh, she's fine." The changeling answered.
"Where is she?!" Dean shouted.
"You might want tobkeep your voice down, dearie." She warned.
"Answer the fucking question!" Dean demanded.
"You want your wife, then give me your daughter." The changeling bargained.
"You're not touching a hair on Maren's head!" Dean argued. He lit the match.
"Oh please, you expect to get away with this in a place like this?" The changeling taunted.
"I have two minutes to watch you burn." Dean said throwing the match at tge changeling's feet where she quickly began disintegrating to ash. Thankfully, she burned quick, avoiding setting off the emergency sprinklers. "Bye, bitch."
"Uncle Sammy, I'm scared." Maren said.
"It's gonna be okay, Mare." Sam conforted. "Your dad's a tough guy."
Then from the closet to the right of them.
"Dean?" Your voice came out muffled from behind the door. "Cas? Sam?" Sam opened the door.
"Y/n, what're you doing in here?" Sam asked.
"Momma!" Maren exclaimed now happily.
"The changeling mother came and locked me in there when i went to get coffee." You explained. "Where's Dean?"
"Burning her." Sam responded. "Cas is keeping lookout outside."
"Sammy?" Dean called stepping out of the room into the hall. He ran over to where you stood with Sam and Maren. "Sweetheart, you had me worried there for a second." His arms were quick to wrap around you protectively.
"I'm okay Dean. I'm right here." You reassured him. His gaze turned to Maren.
"How're you feeling, babygirl?" He asked. "Still tired?"
"Yeah, but not like before." Maren said sleepily on Sam's shoulder.
The three of you all stayed overnight, waiting eagerly for the doctor's verdict in the morning.
"Well, I'm not sure exactly what changed, but I'm discharging Maren with a clean bill of health." The doctor said.
"Oh, thank Jack." You said barely above a whisper.
"Does this mean we can get ice cream?" Maren asked.
"Anything you want, babygirl." Dean smiled. "Anything you want."
Summary: Getting used to a life in the shadows of avengers wasn't easy, let's see if an Amazon haul and a brooding man fixes that!
Warnings: Post civil war, barely proof read, chaos, what's actually happening, 2nd pov, no use of y/n, fem reader, she/her pronouns, reader has hair, I dont believe in capitalism or capitalization, fuck spelling, plus sized reader woo!! We spend the fuck outta Tony's money
A/N: Took so long because tomadachi life came out and my editor and chief was fucking up their little game. Also fuck Amazon genuinely shoot Jeff bezos and Elon Musk into space and leave them there. Once again leave any advice comments or anything youd like lowkey, I'm open to suggestions
Word count: 4.2kish (sorry)
She had seen him about 4 times over the past week. One time she caught him with Steve in the living room talking about whatever supersoldiers talk about, another time she caught him in the kitchen at 4 am eating from a bowl of food she'd left in the microwave for him.
Despite the strange meeting she felt relief knowing he was actually eating the food she made him, every night. When she'd make dinner she would leave some in the microwave with a sticky note on the door so no one would eat it. She never found the food in the microwave the next day but there also wasn't any extra dishes for her to do either so she wasn't sure he was actually eating it and wasn't just throwing the food away. The other two times she didn't actually see him but she knew he was there.
The day after they had bumped in the kitchen, she had found herself going into the kitchen at the same time again. Daphne had been waking up hungry at 4 am the past few nights even though she had fed her before bed, she told this to bucky the last night when they saw each other explaining her reasoning for being up late but he didn't respond didn't even hum in acknowledgement so she assumed he just wasn't paying attention.
She was proven wrong because when she went into the kitchen the next night to make Daphne a bottle, she noticed a different colored sticky note on the microwave, so she opened the microwave and saw a pre-made bottle sitting in there for her.
The sticky note didn't say anything on it didn't even have a crease in it he must have just put it there cause he knew she would notice. The realization made her feel happy that he actually cared enough to not only listen but make things a little bit easier for her. The most recent time they had interacted was in a similar scenario, Daphne had been fussy all day and night due to gas and she hadn't eaten anything because of it.
When her tummy finally started feeling better she was quite hungry and made it well known at 3:27 A.M., waking her up to be fed. She took Daphne out to the livingroom not wanting to wake constance and started breastfeeding her on the couch. She used a blanket to cover herself and tucked a throw pillow into her side to keep herself sitting up. She tried to stay awake while feeding Daphne but she slowly fell asleep her head tipping back against the couch and the soothing sound of the air conditioning further lulling her into sleep.
She didn't even realize she had passed out until she was woken up by the sun shinning through the windows directly onto her face. She sat up gently holding Daphne close to her chest and looked around, not noting anything majorly wrong but she did notice a cup of water with ice sitting on the table beside her, and a sticky note next to it. She took a sip of the water before placing it back down and picking up the note which just had 7:45 printed nicely on the paper. Definitely not her handwriting, and she definitely didn't remember getting a glass of water for herself, to be fair she didn't remember laying down either but that doesn't seem too far fetched of sleepy her to do.
She carefully covered herself up under the blanket making sure not to wake Daphne up before standing quietly and walking her to their bedroom. She placed her quietly in her crib in the way too oversized closet, she shut the door behind her turning the knob to silence the click
She walked to the smaller closet in the bedroom picking out clothes to wear, kudos to Mr. Stark and his insufferable amount of money. She put on a light blue babydoll top and a pair of overall shorts, she loosely tied up her hair and walked back out to the livingroom.
She knew she had some packages coming in today for the Constance's bedroom, the tower also happened to be empty today, some type of plane meet up with a guy named Nick or whatever. She didnt get many details, just a polite text from Natasha. She was fine with them being gone, since she didn't really want to talk to them anyways.
No one other than Natasha and Tony had talked to her the week she had been here. Tony only talked to her about Constance's schooling, offering to hire a private teacher, which she turned down. Natasha would semi-regularly come up and just have a chat with her on the sofa, none of their conversations really meant anything it was more of just politely talking about everything except what mattered, a false form of peace. There had been a few others that came up to their floor but none that talked to her really, she'd text nat when she made dinner for everyone and they'd all come up, eat, discuss between eachother, then leave with polite words.
Everyone was there but just far enough away to not be reachable. Well, almost everyone. There was a certain specific person that wouldn't eat with the others, would rarely be seen, wouldn't speak to her, hell the only reason she knew he even existed was because of Steve talking about him. He interested her like a vet would be interested in a tiger in a zoo. She could tell he didnt really like all of the people frequenting their floor, she was going to slow down on making dinner for everyone, or maybe have them come one at a time and take their dinners back. She was unsure she just knew that he lived here too and he deserved to be comfortable, as comfortable as he could be anyways.
She was taken from her thoughts by the sound of a door clicking shut. Her head whipped around to look at her bedroom door but the door was shut, there was no sound of feet pattering on the floor, no movement from that side of the hall. He walked out from the hallway behind her, pausing and visibly tensing at the sight of her on the couch. She locked eyes with him and gave him a polite smile before going on her phone to hopefully make him feel more comfortable, she didnt like to be watched and she has lived a relatively normal life, if she was him the idea of being looked at in itself would make her nauseous. She noted the soft, barely there, sound of him moving as she checked the delivery times of the things she ordered. She checked the time noting that it was 8 am, constance had to be at school at 9 and it took about 30 minutes to get there.
She stood up and silently walked to her bedroom, quietly opening the door and grabbing her purse and wallet, she closed the door silently before walking back into the livingroom, noting he was in the kitchen, she wasn't sure what he was doing but that was none of her business.
"Hey," she called softly not wanting to startle him. He didn't look at her but the tensing of his shoulders told her all she needed to know, "I'm going to grab some donuts, do you want any? If so what kind?."
After a moment he finally turned to look at her, his eyes trailing over her as if she was an explosive that needed to be disarmed. She waited patiently for him to respond, not taking her attention off of him. His eyes locked with hers before he shook his head no slightly,
"no." She nodded and turned walking towards the elevator, as the doors closed behind and she started descending down her hands clutched at the handle bars. She forgot how deep his voice was, it made her feel like.. like she was prey that was just caught, despite him never making her feel even the slightest bit unsafe it still sent chills through her body. She swallowed down her nerves as the soft ding of the elevator hitting the bottom floor announced her arrival, she sped walked towards the spare black Honda that Tony gave her the keys to, driving off towards Constance's favorite donut shop hoping the drive would clear her mind.
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He stood in the kitchen silently, watching as the doors to the elevator closed in front of her. He could tell she was rattled by him, which he didn't blame her for, he was dangerous, a monster, a soldier. What confused him was the fact she wasn't put off by his presence but by his voice, sure he's had people be horrified by just his voice, but that was mostly just people he the soldier had previously interacted with, even if the soldier didn't know them, they knew it.
He didn't remember ever having met her before, even though the memories where coming back slowly, the ones that where coming back where of people he was actively around. Steve on the bridge, the river, coney island, there was Natasha in the redroom, and Sam on the skyscraper, but he didnt remember her. He turned his attention back to the coffee pot that he was actively trying to figure out, staring at it as if that'll solve the problem of how the fuck to use it. After about two more minutes of him staring at the coffee pot he heard the soft sound of the elevator mechanics working and rising up.
Shit, he must've been here longer than he thought. Before he could start heading for his room the doors opened to her, curse those fast ass elevators, she stepped out of the elevator a box of donuts and two cups of coffee in hand, she smiled softly at him before heading towards the island in the kitchen. She set the box down and a coffee that looked like it had as much sugar as a whole cake in it before walking towards him, she stretched her hand out towards him a coffee wrapped tightly in her fingers.
"I got you a coffee, its black, we have the stuff to put in it here if you don't like black coffee, I also got you a chocolate donut." His gaze flickered from the coffee in her hands, to the kitchen counter, the soft warmth of sweetness and dough filling his senses. After a few moments of her standing awkwardly arm hand stretched out with a coffee, and him not making a move to take it, she just nodded in understanding and turned around. She placed the coffee on the counter, along with a chocolate glazed donut politely on the counter next to it. "Im going to wake up Constance for school."
He didnt know why she was telling him that, probably so he can leave, probably so she won't have to have her child around him, or be around him any longer. "I figured I'd give you a chance to escape the toddler energy, she's not too hectic in the morning but she doesnt see you alot so.. if you decide to stay expect a question or two" she finishes her statement then disappears down the hallway.
She comes back 10 minutes later, Constance dressed and ready, her curly hair sufficiently tamed, and the cute pink dress clashing with the bright red cowgirl boots she chose to wear. She immediately noticed the lack of bucky, an uncomfortable norm. She grabbed her coffee and Constances backpack, noticing the lack of extra coffee and donut on the counter. "Okay Constance, let's go honey its your first day back at school! Aren't you excited to see your friends and teachers again?" They walked into the elevator the soft mechanical whir announcing their descent.
"Mm, i guess so mommy, I think the anglers are way cooler though." She chuckled softly guiding Constance through the parking garage to the car. "It's avengers honey" she said softly buckling Constance in and handing her the donut. "Thank you momma" she said muffle due to a mouthful of red, white, and blue, sprinkled donut.
She started driving to Constances school, getting there faster than usual, traffic was surprisingly sparse. She parked in the parent pickup/drop off area. She grabbed the spare baby wipes in the center counsel before getting out and opening constances door. "Okay honey, let's get you out and get you cleaned off" she unbuckled constance and helped her out. "But mommy i didn't make a mess this time, look!" She excitedly showed her her hands turning them front and back to show the lack of icing. "You did such a good job my love! You did get some icing on your face though is it okay for me to wipe it off or do you want to try?" "You can do it mommy" "okay baby" she gently started wiping icing and sprinkles from her face, in reality, there was a lot.
She never really understood how toddlers managed to get all the sticky stuff up to their eyebrows when eating but its okay, nothing a loving hand can't fix. "All done!" She stuffed the babywipe in her back pocket, reaching her hand out for constance to grab. "Let's get you to class okay?" Constance grabbed her hand and nodded determined. She grabbed constances backpack, quickly shut the door and off they went to her school. When she let go of her daughters hand and watched her walk into school her heart pulled more than it did on the first day, she knew she would be fine, but the heart knows what it fears even if its unlikely.
She explained the fake story Natasha and Tony drilled into her to Constance's teacher, he seemed to understand and explained that he will pay close attention to Constance and if anything happened he'd immediately call her. Relief washed over her at his words and she walked back to her car, the drive back to the compound silent. She noticed a few packages with her name on them in the private lobby and hauled them into the elevator, she huffed as the elevator seemed to only give her 20 seconds of recovery time before stopping at her floor. She quickly shoved the boxes out leaving them beside the elevator door haphazardly, speed walking to her room and checking on Daphne, she sighed in relief at the sight of her sleeping infant.
She kept both of the doors open, choosing to wait till later to wake the infant, she made her way back to the living room and started moving furniture. She pushed the small glass dining table to the side, pressing it against the wall and pushing a few love seats and chairs to the side aswell before throwing a couch cushion on the ground and dragging the boxes in front of it. She opened the first package putting together what looks to be constances new bedframe, she was pretty good with building things, the instructions on the other hand.
She could mostly understand them, but some bars need to be placed specific ways, and of course, the drawing it gives her makes them all look fucking identical. She huffs to herself "fuckers just hate being upfront about things." She continued building in absolute silence slight soft curses leaving her lips occasionally before she heard a man's throat being cleared. She jolted suddenly dropping the metal it making clanking noise and her hand flying to her chest to calm down her heart. She looked up at.. Steve, apparently. "Fucking hell Steve you scared the shit out of me." Right as he went to say something, most likely about her language, wailing started sounding from her bedroom.
She was up and in her room faster than the supersoldier could keep track. She cooed softly to daphne as she bounced her in her arms, walking to the kitchen and making a bottle, heating up the milk in the microwave. "Whats up Steve, has the team come back yet?" Steve glanced around at the surroundings taking in what comstruction she had done. "Yeah, they should be getting here soon, I just got here a little early." She nodded in understanding, pulling the bottle out of the microwave at the beep and settling on the couch starting to feed Daphne.
"So, what can I do for you? Are you here to talk to bucky?" He shook his head no before walking over to the couch he sat on a cushion 2 spots away from her. "No actually wanted to talk to you, see how you're doing."
"Did nat send you up here to talk to me?" She asked curiously raising an eyebrow at him. He smiled widely, "no, Tony did actually, he wanted me to talk to you about your past with your husband." Her blood ran cold at the mention of him, her hand clenched the bottle a little tighter. "I know its a sensitive subject, tony told us all about the abuse you went through, the way he used his powers on you."
That wasn't in the police report. She knew that. she made sure they didn't put it in she didn't want people seeking her children to see if they carried his powers.
"He was a fucking asshole for doing that to you, and after everything that happened, you losing your home, he just wanted me to check on you." She nodded in understanding, faking a face of sympathy, this wasnt steve, she knew that, steve didn't curse, steve wouldn't know that, someone was pretending to be steve.
"Im okay," she smiled politely "I've been adjusting well being here, the kids are doing great, I'm hoping to get a job soon to get a new place to stay." Steve The man nodded, right as he went to say something daphne started crying. She quickly started to rock the baby, gently shushing her. "Im sorry I think her diaper needs to be changed i will be right back." She quickly stood and started walking towards the hallways, she resisted the urge to run, she tried her best to remain calm. She turned down the hallway and started to head to the room, her hand landed on the doorknob and she hesitated for a moment before opening the door stepping in and closing it behind her. She saw bucky on the floor he looked pissed that she just walked in his room but the fear in her eyes made him stop. "Bucky I need you to listen very closely, there is a man in the livingroom pretending to be steve."
She rocked daphne back and forth eagerly trying to quiet her down the fear causing her hands to shake around her daughters. "He looks like him, he sounds like him, but he knows things he shouldn't, none of the other team is here, he's targeting me, please.. please" she begged him, her jaw clenching as she contained herself. "Please help me, my daughters."
A loud pounding resounded from the door, "i know you're in there." Bucky locked eyes with her and pointed towards the bathroom door, she quickly rushed to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. She sat on the toilet softly rocking daphne on her lap as the pounding kept getting louder and louder. Right as the sound of the door being broken down a gunshot echoed, a loud choked gasp left her lips and daphne started wailing loudly.
A soft knock landed on the bathroom door causing her to jolt violently, buckys voice came through the door. "It's me, its okay its me." She stood and walked to the door, almost unlocking it but the thought hit her, what if it wasnt him? "Prove it" her voice trembled more than she would have liked.
Silence rested on the other side of the door for a few moments. The sudden sound of his voice, soft, strangely comforting, filtered through the door. "I found you on the couch earlier, asleep, I left you a water with a sticky note, 7:45 am." She huffed a soft breath of relief, she opened the door to him.
"Oh god I'm so glad its you bucky." She looked and saw Natasha standing behind him, gun in her hand. She quickly ran up to Natasha and wrapped her in a one armed hug, pulling the woman tightly to her but still being mindful of the little girl in her arms. She let go of Natasha and peered down to look at the, now green, creature on the floor. A shudder ran through her spine at the memory of her own victim, on the floor of a new York city back alley. Natasha rested a hand on her shoulder gently soothing her by rubbing it back and fourth. Natasha guided her back to the livingroom to sit down, bucky following after them both silently.
Neither of them commented on the ransacked livingroom but they noticed. "Sorry.. about the livingroom, I was building constances bedframe, oh god constance we-" "already on it steve and tony are picking her up right now." As if on cue her phone began to ring, "hello?" "Hello, sorry to bother Mrs. there are two men here to pick up Constance... they're um, avengers?"
She sighed with relief, "yes, yes I'm sorry i meant to call the school earlier and inform I give my consent to have them pick her up."
"Okay ma'am for future notices you have to have them on the registered guardian pickup."
"Okay, thank you I apologize for the inconvenience have a great day." Upon hanging up the phone she sighed with relief. She let herself take a minute to catch her breath and let the stress wash off of her. She turned to look at Natasha "how'd you know? How did you get here so fast?"
"Fury told us about these aliens.. they're called skrulls. They can replicate a human just by looking at them, down to their DNA, the only thing they cant replicate is their memories. We found out about this around 5 days ago, but the meeting with Fury was just confirmation." She nodded her head.
"so I killed a skrull? And whos fury?" Natasha paused for a moment, her eyes crinkling at the edges as a smile spread across her face. "Fury is nick, nick fury"
"oh." she paused for a moment, trying to think past all the adrenaline of the day. "So a skrull, got past the biometrics scanner, knew what floor i was staying on, knew when you guys weren't here, and knew personal details about me." She paused for a moment sitting with the information.
"What do you mean knew personal details about you?" She looked up at bucky completely forgetting he was even there, she felt kind of bad about that but she didn't have time to think about it. "He was asking me about my ex-husband, things he was saying was in the police report that I know for a fact weren't in there."
"What about your ex-husband?" Natasha asked. She shrugged "I don't know, as soon as I realized it wasnt cap i immediately left and went to bucky." The elevator doors opened with a chime, Tony, steve, constance, and Clint appearing. Constance rushed towards you, she shoved her face into her shoulder, still mindful enough to not hurt daphne.
"Mommy, why didn't you tell me the anglers where going to pick me up today?" She stroked her daughters hair gently a soft chuckle leaving her lips, "im sorry baby I forgot to tell you, I thought you might want to help me set up your new bedroom?"
"Oh! Yes!" Constance was instantly up and jumping around. "Okay but first honey can you go put your backpack in my room and take your shoes off?"
"Okay mommy!" Constance ran down the hallway and she locked eyes with tony. "We have to talk about it don't we?" Tony nodded. "Okay, but after yall will have to help me build this damn bed."
"Mommy! That word is only for when you drop eggs!" Constancs suddenly ran in from down the hallway, a laugh echoed through the room, alleviating some of the stress. "Okay Constance, momma needs to have a talk with the avengers, you're going to go with me but you can use headphones to watch my phone and once we are done we can start setting up your room." "Okay!" She gave Constance her phone and a pair of over the ear headphones, letting her sit and watch team umizoomi. "I hate just sitting her in front of a screen its so bad"
"at least its educational" Clint chimed in with a shrug. "You know team umizoomi?"
"Who doesn't??" They both smiled at eachother as if they both just shared a secret, tony cleared his throat. "Okay walk us through what happened" She told the same story she told Natasha, they all seemed to believe what she said. "Okay so now for the big question" steve chimed in, an almost wary feeling behind his words. "What about your ex-husband?"
Dad! Dean Winchester x Mom! Reader ft. Sam, Maren, Cas
TW: some cursing, grieving, arguing
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Sam and Dean returned to the hospital room.
"Everything okay?" You asked softly since Maren had fallen asleep.
"Yeah, all good, sweetheart." Dean confirmed. "Sam's gonna take you home."
"What? Dean, I'm staying." You argued. "You've been here all day; you need rest. I've got a wristband; I can stay the night."
"Please, let's not argue about this." Dean said firmly. "I'm staying, end of discussion."
"She's my daughter too, Dean!" You cried.
"Baby, don't play that card, please." Dean said now shaken. "Please, I have to do this."
"So you're staying for the hunt?!" You asked angrily. "Dean, please, we don't know what this is. Please, let me stay." Dean got up and crossed the room, placing his hands on your shoulders, breaking the distance between you both.
"If something's after our little girl, there's only a matter of time before it targets you." Dean reasoned. "I'm not risking both of you. I can't lose either of you, it'd break me."
"Then let me stay, let me help with whatever this is." You pleaded. "I can handle myself, and we're stronger together." Dean folded at your words.
"Alright." Dean agreed. Nurses came in every few hours to check Maren's vitals, the steady beep of machines grounding you in reality. Eventually, it was lights out.
"So get this." Sam said looking up from his computer. "I've searched every lore that talks about something targetting kids."
"Whatcha got, Sammy?" Dean asked.
"There's a few options." Sam explained. "Most cases like this, though, one of two things: changelings of fairies."
"What's it say they do?" You asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
"They make kids sick until the eventually kill them, most cases replacing them all together without the parents realizing it's too late; the changelings or fairies kill them too."
"We've dealt with changelings before way back when." Dean said. "So we just have to find the mother and burn her to a crisp."
"And how do we find the mother? This isn't like last time." You quizzed.
"Sammy, start the car." Dean said, tossing him the keys. "We've got work to do. Stay here, sweetheart. I'm gonna call Cas to be here. You call me or Sam if anything happens."
"Be careful." You said as they both left.
"Always." Dean confirmed.
"Momma?" Maren's voice pierced the silence in the cold room.
"Hey , baby, what're you doing up?" You asked.
"I had a bad dream." She said softly.
"You can tell me about it, okay?" You comforted. "Only if you want to though."
"Where's Daddy an' Uncle Sam?" Maren asked.
"They went out, sweetie." You explained. "But they'll be back."
"Hello, y/n." You heard from the doorway.
"Uncle Cas!" Maren cheered.
"Dean told me about the situation. He said he and Sam were..." Cas said before you cut him off, shushing him.
"We can't tell, Maren." You mouthed to Cas. He nodded in agreement.
"Uncle Cas, I made you this." Maren said giving Cas the yarn and bead bracelet that she had made with the white and light blue yarn.
"Why, thank you, Maren." Cas accepted politely. "I will wear this until I die. Then it'll have to come to the afterlife with me." Maren smiled at the angel. You yawned a bit.
"Excuse me, I think I'm gonna go grab some coffee. I'll be right back." You said. "Cas, you want anything? Maren?"
"I'm good, Momma." Maren confirmed.
"Thank you, but I'm alright, y/n." Cas replied. "Take your time though. I'll be right here watching Maren."
"Thank you." You whispered, so grateful for the angel. You make yourself a cup of coffee at the community machine at the main level: a couple little cups of cream, no sugar. Meanwhile, as you returned, Cas felt something off. You entered the room.
"Everything okay?" Cas asked.
"Just peachy, Cas." You responded.
"I'll be right back." Cas said stepping out into the hallway. He took out his phone and called Dean.
"Cas, what's going on?" Dean asked.
"You have to get back here, now." Cas said.
"Why, is Maren okay? Is y/n okay? Cas?" Dean asked frantically.
"You need to see it to believe it, I'm afraid." Cas said. "It's a funky town out there."
"Okay." Dean said. "We'll be there." Sam looked over at Dean worriedly. "One of them's in trouble."
Summary: Baby gets her first two teeth together. She's inconsolable.
Trigger Warnings: None.
Author’s Note: I'm still not here. I'm even more not here than last week, because I thought this morning would be chill, but Thing One woke me up at 6am by throwing up on the rug. Thing Two is just regular up my butt.
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Previously: Bob Respects Alpine's Authority
The baby’s first tooth and second teeth arrived together. The two sharp little points pushed up at the same time, bottom front teeth that turned your sweet baby into a red-cheeked, trembling little storm. By midnight she was inconsolable, face scrunched in misery, fists clenched tight against her chest as if she could squeeze the pain out of her gums by force.
Bucky paced the living room with her pressed to his shoulder, murmuring everything he could think of. “I know, sweetheart. I know. I’m here. I’ve got you.” His voice grew hoarse with repetition, with helplessness. Every time her crying quieted to hiccups, it flared again like the relief only lasted long enough for her to remember it hurt.
You tried everything: cool teether, gentle gum rubs, whispered songs, your hands moved constantly even when your brain felt slow and foggy from exhaustion. Nothing worked for long.
Even Alpine looked rattled.
She’d tried at first, curling against the baby in the bassinet like she always did, purring loud enough to drown out the world. She’d pressed her warm body close, head tucked near the baby’s belly, tail curled like a blanket. but it didn’t work.
The baby thrashed and cried anyway, waking with that same broken wail every hour, sometimes sooner. Alpine retreated to the edge of the crib, ears forward, watching with a rare kind of frustration, as though she couldn’t understand why her usual magic wasn’t enough.
At 2:13 a.m., Bucky sat on the couch with the baby in his arms, rocking so slowly he looked like he was in prayer. You sat beside him, shoulder to shoulder, one hand on the baby’s back, the other resting on Bucky’s knee.
“She wants to rest so badly,” you whispered.
Bucky nodded, eyes glassy. “She’s so little,” he said, voice catching. “How can two tiny teeth hurt this much?”
The baby’s cries softened to ragged breaths, her body slackened for a moment, exhausted by her own misery. You both leaned in, speaking in the lowest, gentlest tones, like your voices could build a bridge back to sleep.
“It’s okay,” you told her. “It’s going to pass. We’re right here.”
Bucky pressed his cheek to her hair. “We’re not going anywhere,” he murmured. “You can be mad. You can cry. We’ll hold you through it.”
Her eyelids fluttered. She whimpered once, then twice. Your heart clenched, bracing for another wave.
Alpine jumped up onto the couch arm, watching the baby’s face with intent focus. She didn’t purr now. She only blinked slowly, then tucked herself close behind Bucky’s shoulder like she was standing guard, even if she couldn’t fix it.
Finally, the baby’s breathing evened out. Her fists unclenched and her head sank heavier into Bucky’s chest.
You and Bucky didn’t move for a long time after that.
You both knew she’d wake again soon.
And you couldn’t do anything except be there, every hour, until it stopped hurting.
Summary: Bob is hesitant to go near the baby because he’s openly afraid of Alpine.
Trigger Warnings: None.
Author’s Note: I'm not really here. I'm posting alpine just so I have something to post, so you know I'm still alive. In some minor capacity. One day I'll really be back. Not today, though. Too much life. Not enough time.
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Previously: Alpine's New Nickname
Bob lingered in the doorway like the living room was a trap.
The baby was on her blanket in the middle of the rug, happily chewing on a teether and babbling at the ceiling fan. You sat nearby with a stack of tiny laundry, and Bucky was on the couch, pretending to read while aware of every movement in the room anyway.
Alpine sat on the back of the couch like a tiny white gargoyle, tail curled neatly around her paws, eyes trained on Bob with a calm that somehow felt more threatening than hissing ever did.
Bob swallowed. “So… she’s… always like that?”
Bucky didn’t look up from the book. “Yes.”
You tried not to laugh. “She’s mostly harmless.”
Bob’s eyes widened. “That’s not what I’ve heard.”
Alpine blinked slowly, pleased.
Bob took one tentative step inside, then stopped again when Alpine’s gaze followed him. He kept his hands lifted slightly, palms visible, like he was approaching a wild animal with diplomatic intent.
“I brought a gift,” he said, voice careful, and pulled a small plush toy from his jacket pocket. It was soft and harmless, one of those baby-safe things that crinkled when you squeezed it. “But I’m not—um—I’m not trying to challenge anyone’s authority here.”
Bucky finally lowered the book enough to look over it. “Are you… asking the cat for permission?”
Bob nodded once, serious. “Yes.”
Alpine’s tail flicked with satisfaction.
You glanced up at her. “Al, stop it. Bob can come say hi.”
Bob didn’t move. “It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just… I like my eyes.”
Bucky sighed, but there was amusement in it. “She’s not gonna take your eyes, Bob.”
Alpine sneezed from her perch, a small, dismissive sound.
Bob flinched anyway.
You smiled. “That was her way of saying you’re allowed.”
Bucky nodded, deadpan. “You’re on probation, but you’re allowed.”
Bob exhaled shakily, as if he’d been granted a pardon. He crouched near the baby, keeping a respectful distance from the couch. The baby noticed him immediately, eyes brightening, and reached out with grabby enthusiasm.
Bob softened. “Oh,” he whispered, like he’d forgotten how small humans could be. He offered the toy, and the baby snatched it with triumph, gripping it in her tiny fist hard enough to make the crinkle echo through the room.
Alpine watched the exchange with regal approval, ears forward now, her posture relaxed. She did not hiss. She did not move. She only sneezed once more, as if sealing the decision.
Bob looked up at you and Bucky, still nervous. “So… I’m good?”
Bucky glanced at Alpine. “You’re good.”
And Alpine, respected as she believed she should be, settled in like a queen who had decided mercy was appropriate today.
Summary: Baby babbles turn into something a bit more specific.
Trigger Warnings: Baby's first word
Author’s Note:
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Previously: Alpine Accepts Ava
It was an ordinary afternoon when the baby was on her blanket in the living room, surrounded by soft toys and one of Alpine’s stolen mouse prizes, babbling to herself like she had important business to attend to. Bucky sat nearby on the floor, elbows on his knees, watching her with that quiet, steady focus he gave anything he loved too much to look away from.
Alpine was perched on the back of the couch, tail curled neatly around her paws, eyes half-lidded like she was pretending not to listen.
The baby slapped her hands on the blanket, kicked her feet, then turned her head toward Alpine with sudden purpose.
“Ah,” she babbled. Then, clearer—“Ap.”
Bucky froze.
The baby’s eyes stayed locked on Alpine, and she did it again, louder this time like she wanted credit for saying it right.
“AP!”
Alpine’s ears twitched forward. Her tail flicked once, slow and pleased.
Bucky stared, mouth slightly open, then dragged a hand down his face like he was trying to keep from laughing too loudly. “Dammit,” he whispered, equal parts triumph and disbelief. “I knew it.”
The baby squealed, proud of herself, and slapped the blanket again as if punctuating her announcement.
Bucky slowly turned his head toward Alpine. “You did that,” he accused quietly. “This is all your fault. You’ve been in her face since day one, and now look. She’s calling for you.”
Alpine blinked, slow, regal, and entirely innocent.
Bucky leaned closer to the couch, lowering his voice like he was sharing state secrets. “Gotta hide that from Mama,” he murmured to Alpine, nodding toward the hallway where you were out of sight. “Or she’ll be crushed.”
Alpine’s tail flicked again, as if she understood perfectly and found it entertaining.
The baby babbled happily, watching Alpine as though waiting for a reply. “Ap, ap, ap,” she repeated, the sound clumsy but unmistakably aimed.
Bucky pressed his lips together, fighting a grin. “Okay, okay,” he whispered, reaching out to tap the baby’s tummy gently. “We’re not making it a thing. Not yet. We’re gonna pretend this never happened.”
The baby squealed and said it again anyway, louder, delighted with her own power.
“AP!”
Bucky shut his eyes for a second, defeated. Then he looked up at Alpine.
Alpine blinked slowly.
And the purr that started in her chest sounded an awful lot like laughter.
Summary: Ava acts indifferent, much like Alpine, but she watches. On this date night for mom and dad, Ava tags along with Yelena to babysit. Ava is surprisingly in tune with what the baby needs and this earns Alpine’s approval.
Trigger Warnings: Umm... None?
Author’s Note: I considered making this a Yelena/Ava romance fic. For the record, I'm not ruling it out. It just didn't feel right quite yet.
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Previously: Alpine's Taste
Yelena had claimed the couch, one boot tucked under the other knee.
Ava stood near the bassinet with her hands in her hoodie pocket, posture loose, an expression on her face that looked like indifference until you watched her eyes. Alpine sat on the back of the couch, tail curled neatly, staring at both of them.
“This will be easy,” Yelena said. “Baby sleeps. We watch television. Cat judges us. Very good evening.”
The baby squirmed then, legs kicking, arms working like she was gearing up for a fight.
Yelena sat up. “Ah. She begins. Must be hungry.”
Ava shook her head again. “No. She wants to move.”
The baby let out a frustrated little sound and shoved her feet against the mattress like she was trying to launch herself out of the bassinet.
Ava lifted her carefully and set her on the play mat. The baby’s whole mood changed in seconds, eyes wide, coos replacing complaints as she flailed happily.
Not long after, a new squirm started, different this time. The baby’s face pinched, her legs drawing up, a fussy little whimper leaking out.
Yelena pointed triumphantly. “Hungry.”
Ava sighed, almost fond. “Dirty.”
Yelena blinked. “How do you tell?”
Ava nodded at the baby’s legs. “Knees up. Belly’s tight. That’s the ‘get it off me’ squirm.”
Yelena stared for a beat, then stood, muttering, “Fine. I change tiny human. You and cat supervise.”
The baby made a small sound on the changing table, soft at first, then sharper, a fussy little cry that broke the quiet.
Ava didn’t move. She only tilted her head slightly, listening.
“Now that is hungry,” Yelena declared.
Ava nodded once. “Yes. Hungry cry climbs.”
Yelena smiled, pleased that she was finally correct, and went to pour a bottle, fascinated despite herself. “How did you—”
Ava shrugged. “I pay attention.”
Yelena fed the baby, zipped her in her sleep sack, and placed her in the bassinet.
The baby gave a final dropping whine.
Ava reached into the bassinet with careful hands and adjusted the baby’s position, turning her slightly and tucking the blanket tighter around her belly. The crying softened immediately into a grumble, then faded to a few disgruntled hiccups.
Alpine’s ears twitched forward.
Yelena stared. “You are like… baby translator.”
Ava’s shoulders rose and fell in an easy shrug. “It’s not hard.”
Alpine hopped down from the couch and padded closer, silent and deliberate, watching Ava’s hands. Ava didn’t acknowledge her directly, but she didn’t tense either.
Alpine sat beside Ava as if taking her assigned post, tail loosening into a slow, thoughtful sway.
Ava glanced down at her, expression unchanged. “Yeah,” she murmured, almost too quiet to hear. “I know. You’re in charge.”
Alpine blinked slowly.
Yelena nodded solemnly. “We are very competent team.”
Ava didn’t react, but her gaze stayed on the baby, steady and watchful. Alpine stayed planted at her side like she’d made a decision and didn’t care what anyone thought about it.
Summary: Baby food in Alpine’s fur. Alpine is aghast, and tries to lick it out, but then gags on the taste.
Trigger Warnings: cat gagging
Author’s Note: Had this one planned for a while, ngl.
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Previously: Alpine Hushes Red Guardian
Meal times were a challenge. Today, though, you were proud: the bib was on, the high chair tray was mostly clean, and the baby had finally accepted three tiny spoonfuls of strained peas without wearing most of it. Bucky was watching like it was a live sporting event.
And Alpine, in a rare show of optimism, had wandered within range.
“She’s being brave today,” you murmured, half amused.
Bucky eyed the cat warily. “Or she’s making a mistake.”
The baby squealed, thrilled with her own progress, and flung her hand up in celebration, completely knocking the spoon out of your hand. The puree launched in a bright green arc.
It landed directly on Alpine’s chest.
A thick, unmistakable smear, right in the pristine white fur.
Alpine went rigid, eyes widening as if she’d just been personally offended. Her ears angled back in slow-motion horror. She looked down at herself, then up at you, then up at Bucky, accusatory, devastated, and deeply scandalized.
“Oh my God,” you whispered, already reaching for a wipe. “Alpine, I’m so sorry—”
Alpine didn’t wait. She sat down immediately, posture stiff with dignity, and began to groom herself, fast and aggressive, like she was trying to erase the insult through sheer force of will.
Her tongue swept once over the orange smear, and her whole face changed.
She tried again, slower this time, as if maybe the first taste had been a fluke. With the second lick, Alpine froze with her tongue half out.
Then she gagged.
It wasn’t subtle either: her shoulders jerked, her head bobbed, and a horrified little hork sound escaped her like she’d just discovered the concept of suffering. She snapped her mouth shut and stared into the middle distance, traumatized.
Bucky clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes watering. “Oh my God,” he choked out. “She hates it.”
You were shaking with silent laughter, trying to keep it together because the baby was watching, and of course, the baby found Alpine’s misery hilarious. She kicked her feet, squealing in delight, waving her sticky hands like this was the best entertainment she’d ever been given.
Alpine looked at the baby with pure betrayal. Then she looked at you, as if demanding compensation.
“Okay, okay,” you managed, still laughing, wiping at her fur with the gentlest strokes you could manage. “You’re fine. You’re clean. You’re—”
Alpine gagged again, smaller this time, like the memory alone was enough to haunt her.
Bucky lost it completely, laughing into his sleeve. “She’s gonna hold a grudge forever.”
Alpine lifted her chin as you cleaned the last smear, eyes narrowed with simmering outrage. Then she stood, marched out of the kitchen with stiff, offended steps, and over to her water bowl.
The baby squealed again, delighted.
You leaned back, wiping tears from your eyes. “Well,” you said breathlessly, “I guess we found her least favorite flavor.”
From the hallway, Alpine let out a final, scandalized gag, in the world’s most dramatic complaint.
Bucky wheezed. “Strained Peas: enemy of the state.”
