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Transphobic parents..
Person who shows hostility towards transsexual or transgender people.
Parents transphobe..
Personne qui manifeste de l'hostilité envers les personnes transsexuelles ou transgenres.
I'm really disappointed about that type of people..😔
Je suis vraiment déçu.e. à propos de ce type de personne..😔
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"Dada" One Shot
Request: hi can u do 1 where u & dean are married & have 1 year old son & when deans on hunt u teach ur son 2 say dada & when dean is back ur son run 2 him saying dada & deans so happy .. fluff please (Anon)
Summary: You and Dean are married and have a son. Dean is away on a hunt and you are home trying to teach your son to say “Dada” before Dean comes home, but a turn of events causes a terrifying evening.
Warnings: anxiety, violence
Word Count: 2,584
I sat on the couch, enjoying the late afternoon. I can’t believe how far he’s come. I watch my little boy walk across the living room from the old dingy couch to the wooden chair in the dining room. His green eyes flash at me with a big smile, just like his father’s. I can’t believe he’s already one and that Dean and I have been married for six years now.
It was a quiet wedding, just the family and close friends, and we were happy travelling, hunting together, and just living. Then, just after our five year anniversary, I found out I was pregnant. We wanted a surprise so we didn’t find out the gender of the baby. The day came and it was a crazy one, but Dean did great and was super helpful. We had a beautiful baby boy, Robert Cas Winchester. Dean and I cried for a long time because we never thought we’d ever have a family, and there we were.
We brought Robbie home and it was wild for a while, but Dean and I have figured things out. I can’t hunt as much anymore, but Dean continues to hunt while I do little things to make money from home. I still worry though, about him hunting out there without me. I can’t imagine doing this, doing life, without him…
“Robbie! Robbie, come here!” I coo to him, hoping he’ll walk to me. He turns his smiling face towards me and takes a couple steps in my direction, but then tips over and laughs at himself. What a goof. He makes lots of baby sounds, but he hasn’t said any real words yet.
“I know! I’ll help you learn the word ‘dada’ for when daddy comes home! Does that sound good Robbie?” I ask him in baby talk. He just stares at me with wide eyes. I walk over and pick him up. It’s just about dinner time, so I put him in his high chair. I’ll probably just have left overs myself, and I pull out two jars of baby food for Robbie. On the menu tonight is green beans and chicken alfredo. I mix them both in a bowl together to cover up the green bean taste because Robbie doesn’t like his vegetables, much like his father.
Daylight is fading and Dean said he hoped to be home by this evening. I finish feeding Robbie and let him down to go play with his toys. Something just doesn’t feel right to me. I start locking up the main floor, closing all the windows, locking the back door and the door into the garage. I leave just the front door unlocked; Dean always comes in the front door.
The wind has picked up as the sun is going down, we are expecting a storm later; I hope Dean makes it in before then. I walk over to Robbie and watch him play with his favorite stuffed animal, which ironically is a dragon. Hopefully he’ll never know about real dragons. Dean and I want to keep him away from that world if we can, but we know that it’ll be hard, with him being a Winchester and all.
“Robbie!” I call to him, “Robbie, can you say Dada?”
“Aadaa! Adaaa!” He shouts back at me. So close.
“Good job Robbie! Come here!” I hold my arms open and he stumbles over and falls into them. I pick him up and hold him close. He fits perfectly in my arms. I close my eyes for a moment and then hear a strange noise. I open my eyes to see that it’s dark now throughout my house.
‘Power surge?’ I ask myself, holding Robbie closer. I have a sinking feeling, but pray that it’s just the weather. It’s completely dark outside and it’s raining little droplets on my windows. The wind is blowing horrendously now as I hear my rickety house creak in the storm.
Still holding Robbie, I walk downstairs to check the breaker. The old, wooden stairs moan beneath me, I asked Dean to reinforce these a month ago, and he still hadn’t done it. It’s incredibly dark down here and quite cluttered from the things Dean and I have accumulated over the years but that didn’t have a place yet.
I fumble around some boxes and kick some things out of the way and make my way over to the breaker-box on the wall. Yup. I flip the switch and the power comes back on, thank goodness.
“See that Robbie? Momma fixed it all by herself!” I tickle him to make him laugh, which in turn makes me feel better. Before we go back upstairs, I walk over to the old shelter we made. It is a cemented-in room that Dean spent a whole year making for us, should we ever need it. It has every kind of proofing on it, demon, angel, whatever we need. Everything still looks good, so I decide we should head upstairs.
I walk back through the path I established on my way down here and slowly make my way up the creaky steps. The lights are back on and everything looks in order. It’s around 7:15 pm, and I’m starting to worry about Dean. The rain is coming down much harder now, thunder and lightning in full swing, and the wind still raging against the house.
I walk over to the window to look outside. The rain is savagely pouring down and there’s debris from peoples yards and trash blowing across the neighborhood. A huge flash of lightning cracks in the distance and just like that, the lights are out again. Robbie starts fussing in the other room, so I go and pick him up.
“Screw the electricity.” I say aloud. I go into the kitchen, Robbie in tow, and find a lighter to light some candles. I’m lighting my favorite candle, Summer’s Day, in the guest bathroom at the back of the house when I hear it. The front door opens. Good. Dean’s home.
“Robbie! Dada’s home! Do you want to see Dada?” I coo at him softly.
“Adaa! Aadaaaaa!” He shouts back at me enthusiastically.
Something is wrong. Dean would have called out to us by now. I shush Robbie and hold him close. I’m in the guest room now, sneaking against the wall. There’s a knife in the hidden drawer next to the bed, so I grab it quietly and stick it in my back pocket.
“Adaa!” Robbie says loudly again.
“Shhhh Robbie, yes, shhhh, Dada will be home soon.” I say reassuringly, though not believing a word I just said. Where is Dean? Who is in my house?
I hear slow footsteps in my kitchen. They’re creaking along the wooden floor. I slowly close the door to the guest room and go back into the bathroom and lock that door as well. I pull out my cell phone and start to dial Dean’s phone when I hear the guest bedroom door open. I push talk but leave the phone on the counter. I set Robbie in the tub and close the curtain behind me. Then I pull the knife out and try to prepare myself. Thank God Robbie is getting tired, he’s laid himself down in the tub and is falling asleep.
I can hear the intruder enter the guest room, so I put my face against the door and listen hard. The steps are heavy and slow, so it’s probably a man. I can hear him sniffing, like he’s smelling the air. It gets really quiet, he stops walking.
‘He found us…’ I think to myself in a panic. ‘Whatever he is, he won’t touch my son.’
The intruder saunters over to the bathroom door. I back up in case he flings it open. The handle rattles as he tries to open the door.
“Come on sweetie… I know you’re in there.” He taunts with a low, raspy growl. “Your hubbie sent me to retrieve you.”
Dean. My stomach drops, my heart races, but I tell myself to stay calm for Robbie.
“I didn’t want to have to do this.” He laughs as he starts banging on the door. I wish I knew what he is. The door cracks and he punches a hole through the door at eye level and I see the intruder for the first time.
He has short black hair and he’s very pale. There are several gashes and wounds on his face and around his neck. His eyes are bloodshot and animalistic. And glaring from his mouth are his fangs. Vamp.
‘Damn, did this one get away from Dean?’ I think to myself. I get a firm grip on my knife, but I know it won’t do much good unless I can clean cut this guy’s head off. The knife isn’t very big; it’s about the size of a steak knife.
“Why don’t you come on out and we can settle this like grownups. No one is coming to save you. It’s just you and me.” He snarls at me through the hole in the door. He must not know about Robbie, and I intend to keep it that way.
“Okay… okay… I’ll come out.” I say, hoping that I can lead him away from Robbie. It kills me to leave him in the tub, but I know he’s safer there for now. I step forward and lean towards the door when he thrusts his hand through the hole and wraps his stiff, bloody fingers around my neck and holds me tight up against the door.
“I don’t like how easy this is. Are you a Winchester or not?” He asks. Does he want a fight? I pry at his fingers and he lets go of me, my neck bleeding with fingernail prints.
“What do you want from me?” I demand. I’m shaking now; I haven’t done this in a few years.
“I want all the blood from your body.” He sternly answers, sending shivers down my spine.
White-knuckling the knife, I grab the door handle and swing it wide open and thrust my knife forward in attempt at anything. Unfortunately, I miss and he grabs my wrist hard, making me release the knife. He slams a fist in the middle on my back, launching me across the guest room into the dresser. I crash face first into it and fall to the floor, my nose bleeding all over the place. Before I could even turn around, he picks me up by my hair and smashes my face into the wall, then throws me over the bed. I roll off onto the floor, reaching for the knife that was now close by.
I know it’s too late though. I am too out of practice. He rolls me over on my back and pushes his hands into my shoulders, pinning me to the floor. His eyes flicker with excitement as he prepares himself to bite. I watch his gruesome teeth descend from his gums.
This is it for me. Robbie is going to have to live without a mom. Maybe without a dad. I don’t even know if Dean is still alive. Robbie might not even live through this. This stupid vampire could very well go get him next.
“No!” I shout. “no No NO!” I push back with all my might, but he digs his fingernails deeper into my shoulders. My arms are stuck to my sides and he’s straddling me, so I can’t move. He leans in, preparing to bite. I wait until the last second then thrust my head forward as hard as I can, cracking my forehead into his nose. He reels back in agony, getting off of me. I stagger up and run and grab Robbie. He’s completely asleep when I jolt him out of the tub, making him cry.
I hold him tight and head for the basement. We have to get to the safe room. I tear down the stairs and whiz around the corner. Not taking any precautions I storm down the stairs, but they give out beneath me. I envelope Robbie as we fall through the rotten stairs and crash hard onto the cement floor. Robbie is screaming now, but he comes out unscathed because I take the fall and land on my back. The world spins around me as I try to put air back into my lungs, but I continue on towards the safe room.
I can hear the vamp yelling; he’s at the top of the stairs when I make it to the door of the safe room.
“Dada will be here soon Robbie! Dada is coming!” I attempt to comfort him.
I set Robbie down and turn around to close the door when the vampire grabs my arm and pulls me out. On my way out I slam the door behind me, locking Robbie in. I know I have a key and Dean has a key.
At this point I am wrestling with the vampire on the ground, keeping his face away from my skin. Anytime his hand gets free of mine he scratches and claws at me. I’m bleeding profusely from my arms and my face now. I’m losing a lot of blood and I can feel the world slipping in and out. We tousle around, knocking over boxes, breaking glass, and I can hear Robbie sobbing over all of it. Just when I’m all out of strength I hear a gunshot.
The vampire falls over dead, a bullet wound in the back of his head. In a daze, I look up and see a blurry Dean holstering the colt as he runs over to my aid.
“Y/N! Hey! Look at me, look at me!” He says holding my head to look me in the eyes. It takes a second but I focus on his green eyes. They’re filling with tears.
“Hey babe.” I laugh as I cough, “how was the hunt?” He doesn’t laugh back. He just looks at me with despair. The basement is a wreck and there’s blood everywhere. “Hey look at me...” I say, pulling his face to mine. I pull him in and kiss him, at first softly, then with a fierce passion. “For a while I didn’t think I was going to be able to do that again.” I chuckle. I kiss him again, on the lips, on his cheeks, on his forehead. “I thought you were dead.” I say with tears in my eyes.
He leans in and kisses me again, slowly. The world is ours for a short moment. No blood, no pain, no vampires, no hunting, just love. Then, Dean sits back, suddenly pale.
“Where’s Robbie!?” He looks at me terrified. I point at the safe room and Dean runs over, fumbling with his pockets to find his keys. He pulls them out and shuffles through the few on the keychain and finally gets the one to the safe room. He swings open the door to see Robbie sitting in the middle of the floor playing with one of his socks.
“Hey Robbie! C’mere buddy!” Dean squats down and spreads his arms wide. Robbie runs right over to him and shouts,
“Dada! Dadaa!”
Dean lets him fall into his arms and hugs him tight as tears roll down his cheeks. He brings Robbie over to me and hugs us together; sobbing and saying ‘thank you’ aloud. He kisses me on the forehead and holds our family close. Our family.