Idk if I will continue this kurstmaxxing yaoi thing..... It's just a doodle of Kurt making out with Krist but like Krist is starstrucked looking at him BAHAHAHAHAH
I will finish this if Krist finishes
Totally
(i like to think Krist is the top in the dynamic but he likes to play along to whatever teasing bs Kurt is doing... Maybe switches sometimes idk... Maybe I'm just a freak...)
Summary: Dean found out he's a dad and now he's having to do all the normal parent stuff. Will he survive his kid's dental treatment?
Characters: Dean Winchester, Jaylinn/ Jay Winchester (OFC), Sam Winchester (mentioned only), Y/N
Warnings: dentist, dental treatment, cavities, mentions of dental papoose board, dad!Dean (yes that's a warning), so much fluff. I think I've put all the warnings needed (i hope).
A/N: This fic was written for the @alphabetquest prompt for Novocain. It is somewhat inspired by my own experience as a parent. I had to argue hard to get our dentist not to put my child on the papoose board and had to threaten to leave if they kept it up. Also the drive home as my kid came off the Novocain was hilarious and I've written a lot of that here.
Word Count: 1,382
Cover created by me in Canva using Canva images, and my own heavily edited screencaps. | Divider created by @firefly-graphics
Written: 01.05.2025 – 01.06.2025
Dean hated that his little girl had to go through this but she had a couple bad teeth and he was given two options – one they could give her Novocain or they could use something they called a papoose board and use standard local anesthesia only. He had done a little research – not much, he was after all a single dad and didn’t have a ton of free time – but he flat out told the dental staff no.
“If you so much as pull that thing back out I will walk her out that door and find someone else to work on her teeth.”
“Well, if she moves once we start drilling,” the dentist began to argue.
“Jay, are you gonna be good and lay still?’
“Yes sir. I want the nobocain not that tie up thingy,” confirmed his four-year-old.
He couldn’t help but take note of how she pronounced Novocain because it was the cutest thing, but he kept a stern glare fixed on the dentist. Who shot Dean a look before he finally relented and had his assistant begin setting Jay up for her procedure.
Dean had argued with the assistant and the dentist already at the previous appointment about not using that damn board thing and he was getting pretty sick of the whole run around.
‘Maybe I should have just talked to Garth about this after all,’ he thought.
Sam had recommended they just go to him to begin with but Dean wanted to use the local dentist so all his daughter’s medical records could easily be found if needed. He was trying to “be normal,” after all.
Dean decided he might rethink his stance if Jay did need a second round of treatments.
The assistant soon had the little mask over Jay’s nose and mouth and Dean could see her little body relax slightly.
“You’ll keep your mouth open while they work and no biting, right?” he confirmed.
“Yup,” she replied and then giggled.
“Seems to be working,” the assistant told him and turned down the amount of gas flowing into the mask. “I’ll call the dentist back in.”
Dean had to tamp down his nervousness because he didn’t want it to show and make Jay freak out.
By the end she got a bit fidgety but she stayed still enough for them to finish everything without any issues and we were out the door soon enough.
Dean's POV
I got her next cleaning scheduled and then we headed out to find something soft for her to have for lunch.
This was the first thing that caused her to melt-down.
“I wanna amburger,” she slurred.
“Sorry sweet girl,” I told her, “No hamburger today. You might accidentally bite your tongue or cheek.”
“I hate dis!” she shouted and began to cry.
It tore at my heart strings but I knew I had to protect her from herself, even if it meant hurting her feelings for the day.
“I hate the dentist!” she sobbed, “I hurts!”
“I’m sorry babygirl.”
“It’s your fault!”
“I know you hate the dentist,” I tried to sympathize, “But we have to go to them to keep our teeth healthy.”
She cried for a little while longer and then told me, “Daddy, I hate you! I don’t like the dentist and I’m never going back!” Jay cried harder, “I can’t bebive you did dis to me!”
Ten minutes later she was asleep and when we got home, I carefully carried her from the car into her room where I settled into the rocking chair I’d put in her room for bedtime stories.
As I rocked her, I thought about how we got to this point – I’ve only known my baby for a couple years. If it hadn’t been for a hunter taking her to Jody, I’d never have known about her. I had a fling with another hunter a few years back. She'd left the bunker suddenly; ditched her phones, and all known aliases. It wasn’t until a hunter named Jake had partnered up with her for a hunt that had gone south that any of us knew about Jaylinn, or Jay as I call her.
Jake knew Jay’s dad was another hunter named Dean, and he took her to Jody’s office. I became the luckiest man alive the day Jody called. Sam was upset originally when I didn’t jump to do a paternity test but I told him this was the kick in the ass to get out of hunting. I’d had too many close calls and I’d never risk that with a baby at home.
Her teeth were already a bit messed up and we’d had to jump through hoops to get her on a proper medical rotation but I’d done everything I had to in order to make sure she was safe and healthy.
Today was her last dental treatment as long as no other cavities formed in the teeth, we’d had sealed last week. I never fully understood all the things parents had to worry about, but I was so happy to be holding her in my arms.
When she woke a bit later, I made her some mac and cheese and she slowly turned back into my happy little girl.
A knock at the front door startled both of us but it was another hunter friend of mine.
“Hey Dean,” she greeted as she stepped into the house, “Where’s Jay?”
“At the table having some mac and cheese,” I answered, wondering what she had in the bag she was holding.
“I got our girl something,” she smiled as though she’d read my mind. “Can I give it to her?”
“Sure,” I gestured for her to go into the kitchen and then followed her.
“Oh,” I reached out, pulling her back around the corner.
“Hey, don’t mention teeth or the dentist.”
“Ooh did it go that bad?”
“She did great during the appointment. It was after we got to the car that she lost her shit,” I whispered. “I have a tiny video I’ll show ya later,” I chuckled. “She told me she hates me and the dentist.”
Y/N smiled sadly at me, “Oh, De she doesn’t mean that.”
“I know,” I shrugged, “Just wasn’t expectin’ to be told that for at least 10 years,” I admitted.
“I bet,” she smiled at me. “I’ll try to watch my words,” she promised.
“Jay, how’s my pretty girl,” she sing-songy greeted my daughter.
“Hi Y/N!” Jay waved. “See my teef?” she opened her mouth. “My dad made me go to the dentist – I hated it.”
“Yeah, I heard that,” Y/N paused and sat at the table next to Jay. “I thought I’d bring you something small to make up for it. When I was a kid, I got to pick out a toy or a book after the dentist so I brought you one of these,” she pulled out this round plastic ball and Jay’s eyes lit up.
“Daddy!” she squealed, “I wanted dis the other day!”
“Yeah, I remember,” I replied, still unsure what it was.
Less than five minutes later her and Y/N had peeled the thing open and found a tiny stuffed unicorn in it. Apparently little kids love these “blind pull,” toys that they buy without knowing for sure what’s in the package.
That moment made me realize how important Y/N was becoming in our lives – I’d never have known any of this and she’d somehow managed to turn our rocky day around with something small and a little bit of her time.
Jay even asked for her to do bedtime – which Y/N agreed to with the stipulation I had to tell her all about the dentist appointment.
Once Jay was in bed, I told her the story of our day and she practically rolled off the couch laughing.
“Oh, that poor girl. I hope the unicorn helps a little.”
“Well, she went to bed with it so it must have made a difference. I’m not sure she’d be speaking to me if you hadn’t shown up.”
“Nah, you’re doing great. Just make sure she flosses after you feed her those pancakes tomorrow,” she winked.
I decided then that I’d have to talk to Sam about how my night had gone down – ‘should I invite Y/N around more?’
