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Unfortunately no new story this week 😓 I’m really sorry.

Hopefully back to my usual Friday posting soon! 💛

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Reblogging just incase you missed it 🌼 Little life update

A little update ✨

If you’re not aware by now, I tend to post new stories on Fridays (ready for your late-night weekend reading)!

That said, I can’t promise a new fic this week . I’ll try, but I’m on call with work all week as well as working my main day job.

If you’d like to be tagged in future stories (Grace, Dean, or anything else), feel free to let me know in the comments or via dm. 💛

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A little update ✨

If you’re not aware by now, I tend to post new stories on Fridays (ready for your late-night weekend reading)!

That said, I can’t promise a new fic this week . I’ll try, but I’m on call with work all week as well as working my main day job.

If you’d like to be tagged in future stories (Grace, Dean, or anything else), feel free to let me know in the comments or via dm. 💛

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625 votes in total! That’s absolutely fucking crazy! Thanks for all who took part, re-blogged etc. I’ve loved reading your reactions 💛💛

I can’t really choose 🙈 and as much as I love Dean, I think my choice maybe Sam 💛

Let me know your reasoning below!

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Reblogging for those of you who are in a different time zone 💛

In the eye of the storm - Dean x Reader

Summary: Grace needs comfort from the two people she trusts the most (you and Dean)

Word Count: 1096

Warnings: fluff

A/N: Bit of a longer story, but still want to call it a drabble. I'm quite enjoying writing these slice of life fics of reader, Dean and Grace and have loads of other ideas. They're great to write when I have writers block. Oh, I may have also planned my first ever mini-series, so keep an eye on this space!

“Mum” A meek voice calls out into the darkness. “Dad” The voice calls again, it’s more desperate this time. Fear creeping in. It was difficult for you to hear Grace as the rain from the storm grew heavier and started to batter the windows.

The storm had started about half-an-hour ago, not long after you and Dean had plodded your way to bed. Tiredness from the day etched on both of your faces. Grace had been tucked in a couple of hours ago, having had a nice warm bath and bedtime story. She was out for the count before the rain had even started.

“Hope she sleeps through” you had said to Dean as you climbed into bed. He’d just mumbled back, already half asleep and not fully processing your words. You’d just laughed under your breath slightly, before leaning in and giving your husband a quick peck on the lips before rolling over to read a few chapters of your book.

“Mum” Grace’s voice cries out again, it breaks slightly, and you can hear a small ‘hic’ a sure sign that she’s been crying.

You glance over at Dean, his face is smooshed into the pillow, eyebrows relaxed, lips parted and small amount of drool dripping onto his pillow. Huffing out a laugh, you slip out from under the duvet, your bare feet touching the plush beige carpet of your bedroom.

The air is slightly chilly, and you make a mental note to yourself to sort out the heating and put it on a timer in the morning. Your bedroom door creeks as you push it open, but the noise is disguised by a massive booming roll of thunder. The house vibrates slightly in response.

You walk quickly down the hallway, the orange glow of the nightlight leading your way towards Grace’s bedroom. The rain continues to pour and hammer against the roof and windows.

As you reach Grace’s door, you hear whimpering. It’s being drowned out by the storm outside, but you can still hear it, and it tugs at your heart. You push Grace’s door open; it’s shrouded in darkness. It looks like Grace’s nightlight has died.

“Hey Baby” you whisper as you step into the darkness towards your daughter’s bed. Her soft cries and whimpers growing louder the closer you get. Grace is sat, huddled in the corner of her bed, back against the wall, arms wrapped around her legs. She’s tucked up in her duvet, trails of tears and snot running down her face.

“M-mum” Her voice breaks, a small hand emerges from beneath the duvet and reaches out to you.

“Oh baby” you sigh, sympathy coating your voice as you step towards her. Her big green eyes (she’s definitely Dean’s daughter) stare up at you, shining with unshed tears. Crouching to her level, you wipe a fresh tear from her cheek, before taking hold of the hand that was still reaching out for you.

“It’s okay, baby” you whisper, stroking her hair gently “You’re okay”. Grace whimpers slightly, as the rain picks up again, wind howling as the storm continues to grow and swell.

You crawl onto her bed next to her, scooping up her small body (and duvet) before wrapping her up in your arms. “Shhh, shh” you hush quietly as you rock her back and forth, trying to comfort her as the storm rages on. Grace’s cries begin to die down, settling into soft sniffles.

You both continue to sit there in the darkness, stroking her hair. She’s almost fallen back to sleep when the room suddenly lights up for a split second, white light fracturing the nice sky, followed by a large crack of thunder. Grace jumps with a start, and buries her head into your chest, her cries growing louder once again.

“Do you want to come and sleep with me and daddy?” You whisper into her hair. Her little head bobs a ‘yes’ in response.

You stand slowly, lifting Grace and her duvet with you. The wind and rain continues to howl and hammer away outside. Grace whimpers, her hand reaching out behind you. “Rosie” her voice cries out. You turn and look in the direction of Grace’s tiny hand, its reaching towards her bed in a grabby motion.

“Oh Rosie, how could we forget you?” You rhetorically question, as you bed down slightly and pick up the pink bunny rabbit off the bed. Grace grabs the stuffie from you, shoving her face into the soft bunny’s fur. “Thanks” she squeaks, voice mumbled by the toy.

The dark room lights up again for a split second, lightning and thunder becoming more frequent, a sure sign that the eye of the storm is drawing closer. Grace whimpers again, but not as bad, knowing that she’s safe in your arms and soon to be safe in your bed.

You plod back down the hall, feet shuffling on the carpet towards your shared room with Dean.

The door is still open from when you left to get Grace, the light from the hallway nightlight gives everything a slight orange hue. It’s warming and comforting.

Dean has rolled onto his back, soft snores emerging from his open mouth. His arm is rested across his eyes. Ever since the two of you moved in together, he’s slept like a baby, and it seems tonight is no different.

You walk softly towards your bed, setting Grace, Rosie and her duvet down gently next to your snoring husband. “I’m just going to shut the door sweetie, why don’t you and Rosie get comfortable?” You suggest, as you turn around to slowly shut the door to your room.

When you turn around, you see that Grace has snuggled closer to her father, head lying gently on his bare chest. A small smile graces your face, as you walk over and climb carefully into your bed. It’s a tight squeeze with Grace, but it’s worth it to have your family close.

Dean blinks slightly, aware of the extra presence in your bed. He turns his head to face you, actions slow, tiredness evident on his face. He’s not really awake and he probably won’t remember this in the morning, but his eyes ask a silent question ‘is she ok?’

“Storm” you nod back, the rain continuing to smash against the window. Dean sighs, acknowledging your response, before he pulls Grace closer to him, hugging his daughter to his body.

“You’re safe now Grace” he whispers, voice heavy with sleep. “Daddy and Mummy will protect you. You’re safe now, get some sleep”.

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19 hours left to vote!

I’ve loved seeing everyone’s responses, and all the different thoughts behind them!

John has surprisingly more votes than I expected! (Vote to see how many). Also John voters are very quiet on the why, if you voted John don’t be shy! I’m nosey ☺️

I can’t really choose 🙈 and as much as I love Dean, I think my choice maybe Sam 💛

Let me know your reasoning below!

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Reblogging this little fic.

If you like slice of life fluff, you’ll love this 💛

In the eye of the storm - Dean x Reader

Summary: Grace needs comfort from the two people she trusts the most (you and Dean)

Word Count: 1096

Warnings: fluff

A/N: Bit of a longer story, but still want to call it a drabble. I'm quite enjoying writing these slice of life fics of reader, Dean and Grace and have loads of other ideas. They're great to write when I have writers block. Oh, I may have also planned my first ever mini-series, so keep an eye on this space!

“Mum” A meek voice calls out into the darkness. “Dad” The voice calls again, it’s more desperate this time. Fear creeping in. It was difficult for you to hear Grace as the rain from the storm grew heavier and started to batter the windows.

The storm had started about half-an-hour ago, not long after you and Dean had plodded your way to bed. Tiredness from the day etched on both of your faces. Grace had been tucked in a couple of hours ago, having had a nice warm bath and bedtime story. She was out for the count before the rain had even started.

“Hope she sleeps through” you had said to Dean as you climbed into bed. He’d just mumbled back, already half asleep and not fully processing your words. You’d just laughed under your breath slightly, before leaning in and giving your husband a quick peck on the lips before rolling over to read a few chapters of your book.

“Mum” Grace’s voice cries out again, it breaks slightly, and you can hear a small ‘hic’ a sure sign that she’s been crying.

You glance over at Dean, his face is smooshed into the pillow, eyebrows relaxed, lips parted and small amount of drool dripping onto his pillow. Huffing out a laugh, you slip out from under the duvet, your bare feet touching the plush beige carpet of your bedroom.

The air is slightly chilly, and you make a mental note to yourself to sort out the heating and put it on a timer in the morning. Your bedroom door creeks as you push it open, but the noise is disguised by a massive booming roll of thunder. The house vibrates slightly in response.

You walk quickly down the hallway, the orange glow of the nightlight leading your way towards Grace’s bedroom. The rain continues to pour and hammer against the roof and windows.

As you reach Grace’s door, you hear whimpering. It’s being drowned out by the storm outside, but you can still hear it, and it tugs at your heart. You push Grace’s door open; it’s shrouded in darkness. It looks like Grace’s nightlight has died.

“Hey Baby” you whisper as you step into the darkness towards your daughter’s bed. Her soft cries and whimpers growing louder the closer you get. Grace is sat, huddled in the corner of her bed, back against the wall, arms wrapped around her legs. She’s tucked up in her duvet, trails of tears and snot running down her face.

“M-mum” Her voice breaks, a small hand emerges from beneath the duvet and reaches out to you.

“Oh baby” you sigh, sympathy coating your voice as you step towards her. Her big green eyes (she’s definitely Dean’s daughter) stare up at you, shining with unshed tears. Crouching to her level, you wipe a fresh tear from her cheek, before taking hold of the hand that was still reaching out for you.

“It’s okay, baby” you whisper, stroking her hair gently “You’re okay”. Grace whimpers slightly, as the rain picks up again, wind howling as the storm continues to grow and swell.

You crawl onto her bed next to her, scooping up her small body (and duvet) before wrapping her up in your arms. “Shhh, shh” you hush quietly as you rock her back and forth, trying to comfort her as the storm rages on. Grace’s cries begin to die down, settling into soft sniffles.

You both continue to sit there in the darkness, stroking her hair. She’s almost fallen back to sleep when the room suddenly lights up for a split second, white light fracturing the nice sky, followed by a large crack of thunder. Grace jumps with a start, and buries her head into your chest, her cries growing louder once again.

“Do you want to come and sleep with me and daddy?” You whisper into her hair. Her little head bobs a ‘yes’ in response.

You stand slowly, lifting Grace and her duvet with you. The wind and rain continues to howl and hammer away outside. Grace whimpers, her hand reaching out behind you. “Rosie” her voice cries out. You turn and look in the direction of Grace’s tiny hand, its reaching towards her bed in a grabby motion.

“Oh Rosie, how could we forget you?” You rhetorically question, as you bed down slightly and pick up the pink bunny rabbit off the bed. Grace grabs the stuffie from you, shoving her face into the soft bunny’s fur. “Thanks” she squeaks, voice mumbled by the toy.

The dark room lights up again for a split second, lightning and thunder becoming more frequent, a sure sign that the eye of the storm is drawing closer. Grace whimpers again, but not as bad, knowing that she’s safe in your arms and soon to be safe in your bed.

You plod back down the hall, feet shuffling on the carpet towards your shared room with Dean.

The door is still open from when you left to get Grace, the light from the hallway nightlight gives everything a slight orange hue. It’s warming and comforting.

Dean has rolled onto his back, soft snores emerging from his open mouth. His arm is rested across his eyes. Ever since the two of you moved in together, he’s slept like a baby, and it seems tonight is no different.

You walk softly towards your bed, setting Grace, Rosie and her duvet down gently next to your snoring husband. “I’m just going to shut the door sweetie, why don’t you and Rosie get comfortable?” You suggest, as you turn around to slowly shut the door to your room.

When you turn around, you see that Grace has snuggled closer to her father, head lying gently on his bare chest. A small smile graces your face, as you walk over and climb carefully into your bed. It’s a tight squeeze with Grace, but it’s worth it to have your family close.

Dean blinks slightly, aware of the extra presence in your bed. He turns his head to face you, actions slow, tiredness evident on his face. He’s not really awake and he probably won’t remember this in the morning, but his eyes ask a silent question ‘is she ok?’

“Storm” you nod back, the rain continuing to smash against the window. Dean sighs, acknowledging your response, before he pulls Grace closer to him, hugging his daughter to his body.

“You’re safe now Grace” he whispers, voice heavy with sleep. “Daddy and Mummy will protect you. You’re safe now, get some sleep”.

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In the eye of the storm - Dean x Reader

Summary: Grace needs comfort from the two people she trusts the most (you and Dean)

Word Count: 1096

Warnings: fluff

A/N: Bit of a longer story, but still want to call it a drabble. I'm quite enjoying writing these slice of life fics of reader, Dean and Grace and have loads of other ideas. They're great to write when I have writers block. Oh, I may have also planned my first ever mini-series, so keep an eye on this space!

“Mum” A meek voice calls out into the darkness. “Dad” The voice calls again, it’s more desperate this time. Fear creeping in. It was difficult for you to hear Grace as the rain from the storm grew heavier and started to batter the windows.

The storm had started about half-an-hour ago, not long after you and Dean had plodded your way to bed. Tiredness from the day etched on both of your faces. Grace had been tucked in a couple of hours ago, having had a nice warm bath and bedtime story. She was out for the count before the rain had even started.

“Hope she sleeps through” you had said to Dean as you climbed into bed. He’d just mumbled back, already half asleep and not fully processing your words. You’d just laughed under your breath slightly, before leaning in and giving your husband a quick peck on the lips before rolling over to read a few chapters of your book.

“Mum” Grace’s voice cries out again, it breaks slightly, and you can hear a small ‘hic’ a sure sign that she’s been crying.

You glance over at Dean, his face is smooshed into the pillow, eyebrows relaxed, lips parted and small amount of drool dripping onto his pillow. Huffing out a laugh, you slip out from under the duvet, your bare feet touching the plush beige carpet of your bedroom.

The air is slightly chilly, and you make a mental note to yourself to sort out the heating and put it on a timer in the morning. Your bedroom door creeks as you push it open, but the noise is disguised by a massive booming roll of thunder. The house vibrates slightly in response.

You walk quickly down the hallway, the orange glow of the nightlight leading your way towards Grace’s bedroom. The rain continues to pour and hammer against the roof and windows.

As you reach Grace’s door, you hear whimpering. It’s being drowned out by the storm outside, but you can still hear it, and it tugs at your heart. You push Grace’s door open; it’s shrouded in darkness. It looks like Grace’s nightlight has died.

“Hey Baby” you whisper as you step into the darkness towards your daughter’s bed. Her soft cries and whimpers growing louder the closer you get. Grace is sat, huddled in the corner of her bed, back against the wall, arms wrapped around her legs. She’s tucked up in her duvet, trails of tears and snot running down her face.

“M-mum” Her voice breaks, a small hand emerges from beneath the duvet and reaches out to you.

“Oh baby” you sigh, sympathy coating your voice as you step towards her. Her big green eyes (she’s definitely Dean’s daughter) stare up at you, shining with unshed tears. Crouching to her level, you wipe a fresh tear from her cheek, before taking hold of the hand that was still reaching out for you.

“It’s okay, baby” you whisper, stroking her hair gently “You’re okay”. Grace whimpers slightly, as the rain picks up again, wind howling as the storm continues to grow and swell.

You crawl onto her bed next to her, scooping up her small body (and duvet) before wrapping her up in your arms. “Shhh, shh” you hush quietly as you rock her back and forth, trying to comfort her as the storm rages on. Grace’s cries begin to die down, settling into soft sniffles.

You both continue to sit there in the darkness, stroking her hair. She’s almost fallen back to sleep when the room suddenly lights up for a split second, white light fracturing the nice sky, followed by a large crack of thunder. Grace jumps with a start, and buries her head into your chest, her cries growing louder once again.

“Do you want to come and sleep with me and daddy?” You whisper into her hair. Her little head bobs a ‘yes’ in response.

You stand slowly, lifting Grace and her duvet with you. The wind and rain continues to howl and hammer away outside. Grace whimpers, her hand reaching out behind you. “Rosie” her voice cries out. You turn and look in the direction of Grace’s tiny hand, its reaching towards her bed in a grabby motion.

“Oh Rosie, how could we forget you?” You rhetorically question, as you bed down slightly and pick up the pink bunny rabbit off the bed. Grace grabs the stuffie from you, shoving her face into the soft bunny’s fur. “Thanks” she squeaks, voice mumbled by the toy.

The dark room lights up again for a split second, lightning and thunder becoming more frequent, a sure sign that the eye of the storm is drawing closer. Grace whimpers again, but not as bad, knowing that she’s safe in your arms and soon to be safe in your bed.

You plod back down the hall, feet shuffling on the carpet towards your shared room with Dean.

The door is still open from when you left to get Grace, the light from the hallway nightlight gives everything a slight orange hue. It’s warming and comforting.

Dean has rolled onto his back, soft snores emerging from his open mouth. His arm is rested across his eyes. Ever since the two of you moved in together, he’s slept like a baby, and it seems tonight is no different.

You walk softly towards your bed, setting Grace, Rosie and her duvet down gently next to your snoring husband. “I’m just going to shut the door sweetie, why don’t you and Rosie get comfortable?” You suggest, as you turn around to slowly shut the door to your room.

When you turn around, you see that Grace has snuggled closer to her father, head lying gently on his bare chest. A small smile graces your face, as you walk over and climb carefully into your bed. It’s a tight squeeze with Grace, but it’s worth it to have your family close.

Dean blinks slightly, aware of the extra presence in your bed. He turns his head to face you, actions slow, tiredness evident on his face. He’s not really awake and he probably won’t remember this in the morning, but his eyes ask a silent question ‘is she ok?’

“Storm” you nod back, the rain continuing to smash against the window. Dean sighs, acknowledging your response, before he pulls Grace closer to him, hugging his daughter to his body.

“You’re safe now Grace” he whispers, voice heavy with sleep. “Daddy and Mummy will protect you. You’re safe now, get some sleep”.

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New drabble going live at 22:00BST!

That's only 3 hours away!

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A storm. A cry for help.

Dad!Dean x reader Drabble.

Tomorrow night 🕙 2200 BST 👀

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I wish work weeks were 2 days long and weekends 5 days! That would be great! More time for writing and living!

Talking about writing, I have a few things in progress ☺️ but I think I’m going to take a night off!

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Wasn’t expecting so many interactions with this one! Been loving reading all your thoughts! 💛 Been great to see other people’s thinking. I’m sure you know who’s winning, but why not vote to see what the current results are ☺️

I can’t really choose 🙈 and as much as I love Dean, I think my choice maybe Sam 💛

Let me know your reasoning below!

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Last push for this little Drabble 💛

Posted yesterday. If you like soft Dean being a caring father this one’s for you!

Before You Go - Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean forgets to give their daughter a hug

Word Count: 624

Warnings: None

A/N: Small little drabble this week. I am hoping however to turn this into a little series of drabbles <3 Let me know what you think!

“Mum” a soft voice calls out, wet feet padding into the kitchen. You turn around to find your seven-year-old daughter, wrapped in a towel hair still dripping. A trail of wet splotches follow behind her. A sad look is washed across her face. “Where’s dad?” She questions, looking around for her father.

“He’s already left for work, baby” you reply, bending down to her height. Your eyes search hers, checking that she’s okay. When you find no obvious issues or injuries you ask, “What’s wrong?”

“He forgot my hug” she cries back, tears welling up in her beautiful green eyes. Her eyebrows scrunch up and her lip falls, but she does her best not to cry.

It had been a tradition, that every morning before work your husband would engulf your daughter in a tight hug, promising to see her later before placing a kiss on her forehead. It seems however, in his rush this morning Dean forgot; especially as Grace was in the shower, and not at the front door making sure her daddy didn’t leave without giving her a hug.

“Oh baby” you whisper, hand going out to wipe the tear that had fallen onto her cheek. “I’ll sort it, don’t you worry. Why don’t you go and get dressed?” You suggest, pulling your phone out your pocket.

Grace nods silently, padding out of the kitchen, little droplets trailing behind her. You scroll through your contacts, but it doesn’t take long before you see his.

It rings a couple of times, and in the back of your head you worry that he might not be able to pick up. But the paranoia fades when the phone clicks and his deep voice comes over the line.

“What’s up?” Dean questions, curiosity lacing his voice. You can hear some road-noise in the background.

“You forgot to give Grace her hug this morning” You sigh down the phone. You hear a sharp intake of breath, “I’ll turn around” He responds, Baby’s engine revving in the background.

The line goes dead.

Not long after, you can hear your daughter dragging her feet along the floor. She appears in the doorway, no longer in her towel, her hair still damp but no longer dripping.

“Grace” you say her name, she stops, her head lifting, looking at you. “He’s on his way back.” A smile lights up her face, her eyes twinkling, as she whips around and legs it to the front door. You follow, not far behind and watch as your little girl races to the end of the driveway.

It feels like hours before Dean arrives home.  Hours that you stood on your porch, watching as your daughter stood at the end of the drive. Grace unable to stand still, shifting from foot to foot, waiting for her father to arrive.

But in reality, it’s minutes until Dean pulls into the drive. He quickly shifts Baby into park, before diving out of the car and scooping up your little girl, arm wrapping around her in a tight hug, one of his hands cradling her head into his chest.

You can’t quite make out what it is that Dean whispers into your daughter’s ear, but you know it’ll be an apology of some sort. His eyes catch yours as he gently kisses the top of Grace’s head. You can see the guilt written across his face. But you just smile at him, watching his little girl cling to him.

Dean pulls Grace closer towards him, holding her tighter. He mutters something to her, and you see Grace’s head bob up and down against his chest. Dean closes his eyes, just for a moment, as you step down off the porch and wrap your arms around them both.

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I can’t really choose 🙈 and as much as I love Dean, I think my choice maybe Sam 💛

Let me know your reasoning below!

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I’m still thinking about this one, and how Dean really is a great dad

Before You Go - Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean forgets to give their daughter a hug

Word Count: 624

Warnings: None

A/N: Small little drabble this week. I am hoping however to turn this into a little series of drabbles <3 Let me know what you think!

“Mum” a soft voice calls out, wet feet padding into the kitchen. You turn around to find your seven-year-old daughter, wrapped in a towel hair still dripping. A trail of wet splotches follow behind her. A sad look is washed across her face. “Where’s dad?” She questions, looking around for her father.

“He’s already left for work, baby” you reply, bending down to her height. Your eyes search hers, checking that she’s okay. When you find no obvious issues or injuries you ask, “What’s wrong?”

“He forgot my hug” she cries back, tears welling up in her beautiful green eyes. Her eyebrows scrunch up and her lip falls, but she does her best not to cry.

It had been a tradition, that every morning before work your husband would engulf your daughter in a tight hug, promising to see her later before placing a kiss on her forehead. It seems however, in his rush this morning Dean forgot; especially as Grace was in the shower, and not at the front door making sure her daddy didn’t leave without giving her a hug.

“Oh baby” you whisper, hand going out to wipe the tear that had fallen onto her cheek. “I’ll sort it, don’t you worry. Why don’t you go and get dressed?” You suggest, pulling your phone out your pocket.

Grace nods silently, padding out of the kitchen, little droplets trailing behind her. You scroll through your contacts, but it doesn’t take long before you see his.

It rings a couple of times, and in the back of your head you worry that he might not be able to pick up. But the paranoia fades when the phone clicks and his deep voice comes over the line.

“What’s up?” Dean questions, curiosity lacing his voice. You can hear some road-noise in the background.

“You forgot to give Grace her hug this morning” You sigh down the phone. You hear a sharp intake of breath, “I’ll turn around” He responds, Baby’s engine revving in the background.

The line goes dead.

Not long after, you can hear your daughter dragging her feet along the floor. She appears in the doorway, no longer in her towel, her hair still damp but no longer dripping.

“Grace” you say her name, she stops, her head lifting, looking at you. “He’s on his way back.” A smile lights up her face, her eyes twinkling, as she whips around and legs it to the front door. You follow, not far behind and watch as your little girl races to the end of the driveway.

It feels like hours before Dean arrives home.  Hours that you stood on your porch, watching as your daughter stood at the end of the drive. Grace unable to stand still, shifting from foot to foot, waiting for her father to arrive.

But in reality, it’s minutes until Dean pulls into the drive. He quickly shifts Baby into park, before diving out of the car and scooping up your little girl, arm wrapping around her in a tight hug, one of his hands cradling her head into his chest.

You can’t quite make out what it is that Dean whispers into your daughter’s ear, but you know it’ll be an apology of some sort. His eyes catch yours as he gently kisses the top of Grace’s head. You can see the guilt written across his face. But you just smile at him, watching his little girl cling to him.

Dean pulls Grace closer towards him, holding her tighter. He mutters something to her, and you see Grace’s head bob up and down against his chest. Dean closes his eyes, just for a moment, as you step down off the porch and wrap your arms around them both.

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