Imagine prompt 4, a supernatural fanfic

Imagine Dean watching you tuck your little one into bed.

"Mommy! Mommy! Come read me a bedtime story, please?" asked an adorable little girl with dark red almost brown hair, a mix of blue green eyes and an adorable little smile that could light up any room. She had come running from her own room, showing off her pajamas, looking for her mom to read her a story.

"Okay princess, lets go pick out a story," the little girl's mom smiled as she carefully got up from her chair. The belly she was sporting had definitely gotten bigger the closer she got to her due date.

"Mommy, is baby brober still in your tummy?" the little girl asked with big eyes and a tilt of her head. Her mother smiled and chuckled at the girl's innocence and curiosity.

"Yes,your little brother is still sleeping in mommy's tummy but it won't be too long before you get to meet him. Now why don't we read one of mommy's favorite poems that Mimi used to read to me when I was your age?" the girl's mother asked.

"Okays!" the girl beamed up at her mother. She couldn't help but laugh at that as she took her daughter's hand and walked up to her room.

"Let's get you all tucked in before we start, ok?" the mother asked.

"Okays," the little girl smiled as she crawled into her little bed and got under the covers.

"Erin?" called a voice from down the hallway.

"In here Dean, we're in Sloane's room," Erin called back.

"Is t'at daddy?" Sloane asked her mom.

"Yes, that's daddy. Do you want to tell him goodnight before we get started?" Erin asked her daughter before they got comfortable.

"Yes please?" Sloane asked as she started to get out of bed.

"Do I hear my two favorite girls in here?" Dean asked from the doorway.

"Daddy!" Sloane called as she jumped to the floor and ran to give her dad a hug. Erin wasn't as quick to move as her daughter was but she managed to stand up without any help.

"How's my little princess? Did we have fun playing with your cousins today?" Dean asked as he picked up Sloane and gave her a big hug.

"Yeah! we had lots and lots of fun!" Sloane happily announced into her father's ear.

"Oh really? Well you'll have to tell me all about it in the morning, ok?" he asked the little girl in his arms.

"Okays daddy," she smiled and giggled. "Mommy was going to read me a bedtime story. Do you want to 'ear it too?" Dean looked a touch unamused but seeing his little girl all lit up with joy, he couldn't really just say no to her. Erin saw his reaction and couldn't help the grin on her face.

"Yeah daddy stay for the story," Erin smirked at him. She knew he tolerated young children's stories but she also knew that the story she had in mind, Dean hadn't heard before.

"Okay, I guess I'll stay for this one," he grinned at his daughter as he gave her a kiss on her cheek and tickled her tummy. Sloane let out a big laugh as Erin walked over to the bookshelf and grabbed the book that contained the poem she was looking for. Dean carried Sloane over to her bed, where he laid her down, and then covered her with the bed covers. He gently gave her a kiss on her forehead and sat down at the foot of the bed while Erin sat in the chair they kept next to Sloane's bed.

"Ok are we all nice and snuggled in?" Erin asked as she opened the very worn and aged book to the page she wanted and then left her finger, as a placeholder in the book on her lap, or as much as she had left. She cringed at the small noises it made but she would not give the book up for much of anything, as it was a link to her past.

"Were's Mr. Dragoon?" Sloane asked as she sat up and looked around her bed. Dean reached behind him and pulled out a less than stellar looking black dragon stuffed toy.

"Here you go baby girl, here's Mr. Dragoon," Dean said nicely and managed to not roll his eyes at the name of the poor toy. If any one ever said that Dean was not a smart man, they should be shot, because he had experienced what would happen if he did roll his eyes, and he really didn't want a repeat.

"Yay! T'ank you daddy," she smiled as she took her toy and cuddled with it under the covers and aptly started to watch her mom.

"Ok, this is the tale of 'How the whale got his throat', " Erin started off as she reopened the book.

"'ow the w'ale got his t'roat?" Sloane asked. "Yes and this is how-

'In the sea, once upon a time, O my Best Beloved, there was a Whale, and he ate fishes..." As Erin started the tale she was amazed to see just how curious both Dean and Sloane were in the poem. As she finished the poem, Sloane was already out, Dean was leaning against the door frame, and as Erin placed the book on the night stand, having almost memorized the whole thing, she leaned over and finished with-

'When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap, And Mummy tells you to let her sleep,

And you aren't waked or washed or dressed, Why, then you will know (if you haven't guessed)

You're 'Fifty North and Forty West!'."

Erin kissed her daughter's cheek, pulled the covers over her and carefully stood up. She walked to the door and into Dean's awaiting arms.

"Now that is one story I hadn't heard before," he commented as he hugged Erin and led her out of the room.

"I figured you hadn't, considering how you grew up. That was one of my favorite bedtime stories and I always loved how my mother would tell it," Erin said as she walked next to Dean down the hall.

"Too bad we can't go see her. I mean I loved how you got to meet my mom, but it just feels a little unfair that I haven't gotten to meet your mother," Dean explained with a touch of sadness. That caused Erin to stop in her tracks and look sadly down at her feet, or where her feet should be but her belly was in the way.

"I know, but I chose to leave everything behind and start this life with no one, except a small few, knowing who I am, and once I had gained my powers, I left;" Erin started to say but was stopped by Dean, who gave her a loving hug.

"I know, I know. We've all sacrificed things and loved ones to get here," he signed. Erin could hear that age old regret that still lived within Dean and she knew that it lived in her too, but she was determined to try and chase it away with all the great memories that had come their way.

"Let's not dwell on that. Sloane is asleep, your son is asleep for the time being and you promised time together, " Erin said as she stepped out of his hug and smiled up at him.

"I did?" he asked, confused but with a touch of sarcasm thrown in.

"Dean Winchester," Erin growled as she bawled her hands into fists, she hadn't seen the slight smile that played on his lips. "I'm kidding, honey, relax. Though I was hoping for a slightly different reaction--" Erin started to raise her fist. "There's chocolate turtle ice cream in the freezer!" That stopped Erin from completing her task. It may have been rushed but Dean no longer had to fear for his safety. For some reason with this pregnancy Erin's temper and strength were a touch more volatile than normal.

"You're forgiven," Erin said as she suddenly relaxed at her current favorite craving. Dean let out the breath he had been holding and gave her a relieved smile. "For now. Just wait until I get a different craving and you sir- will be S.O. L." Erin turned on her heel and walked into their bedroom where she shut the door. Dean groaned inwardly but decided that he didn't want to upset her and cause any of the issues that had happened the last time.

After being a good husband and partner, Dean fetched the ice cream, and as promised he spent the rest of the evening with Erin cuddled up on his chest, each of them had a hand resting on her belly, and Erin listening to the beat of his heart as they both drifted off to sleep.

"And that is the end of that tale."

Excerpt from Kipling, A selection of his stories and poems volume 1 by John Beecroft "How the Whale got his throat"