Title: Never
Original Imagine Link: Imagine Dean's Face when he sees his Newborn Baby for the First Time out of Purgatory post/83565212710/submitted-by-anonymous
Author: butimnotfunny (CreativityFlow)
Warnings: Mention of family death
Word Count: 522
Being a hunter was hard enough. Add a serious relationship to that, and it gets harder. Add a baby to the mix – impossible. Taking the father away? Even more so.
And this was your life. With Dean (and Cas) disappearing off the face of the Earth, you left to deal with pregnancy. The only one you had to turn to was Sam, and he was there for you, until he hit that dog and fell in love.
You weren't mad; upset, sure, but never angry. But you were left alone with a newborn baby girl, and a month later, Kevin, who had escaped Crowley and found you. You called Sam every once in a while, but he disconnected all of his hunting phones. You couldn't get ahold of him, and didn't want to risk Kevin or your baby.
You missed Dean. You wished your baby girl didn't have to grow up without a father, but you searched everywhere and followed every lead you got, and still, there was nothing.
Until one day, you went out on a supply run – you were running low on baby food and diapers, and needed to get out of the old run down church you and Kevin had taken shelter in. You weren't gone very long, only a couple of hours, but when you returned, the familiar Impala was sitting outside. With joy, you held your baby close, and after performing the secret knock, you barged in.
"Sam!" you called, but stopped short at the sight of both of the Winchester brothers. "Dean," you whispered, and clutched the baby tighter. She was sound asleep, and you feared you were sleeping too.
But a grin broke on both of your faces, and you ran forward carefully, shifting the baby, and clinging to Deans neck.
"Y/N," he said softly, kissing you on the lips as he held your face in between his hands. You kissed back fiercely, tears falling. When you pulled apart, Dean seemed to notice the bundle in your arms, and his eyes widened, and his lips parted slightly. A mixture of shock and joy took over his features, and he looked at you with almost fearful eyes. "Is this…?"
Smiling, you nodded, and offered her to her father. With shaking hands, Dean carefully took her, and it warmed your heart to see him smile down at his daughter.
"What's her name?" he asked, his eyes never leaving your daughters soft features.
"Mary," you whispered. "Mary May Winchester." May was your mother's name, whom you had lost when you were a little girl.
"Mary May," Dean smiled, and Mary shifted slightly, almost as if she were responding to the sound of her name. "How old is she?"
"Six months," you said softly, and Dean and Sam both shot you a worried looks.
Laughing softly, you shook your head.
"She didn't leave her side the whole night," Kevin explained. "And then she had so much coffee, she didn't sleep for another two days."
You rolled your eyes at Kevin's exaggerations, and automatically hovered over Mary May when she began to cry.
"Sh, baby, it's okay," you cooed, kissing her forehead. "See? Daddy's here. Daddy's home."
"And he's never leaving again," Dean said softly, kissing your temple and then Mary May's forehead. "Never."