*pokes head in*
Just procrastinating getting ready for work.
here! have some Dean Winchester FutureFic! :)
Title: January 24th 18 years in the future (of an alternate universe)
Summary: Dean wakes up at the age of 52. Well...shit.
Rating: Fluff PG-13 for some language
Dean Winchester wakes up early; earlier than he meant to and stares up at the ceiling.
God, he’s fifty-two years old.
He never thought he’d live this long, but here he is; house, wife, kids. No dog (it was either a dog or another baby, and he put in a request for a baby. That baby is thirteen now), but he’s got a job; a real one with hours and vacation time. He’s even his own boss. He owns that damn garage. It’s his.
The petite, warm body next to him roles over and peeks up at him with a grin. Her brown eyes still sleepy, her red hair messy. “Mornin’, you,” she says. “Happy birthday.” She’s only half awake, so her English accent is a little thicker than normal and the word comes out “birfday.” It’s cute.
He grins and kisses her softly. “Thanks, Babe.” He pulls away and looks at her appraisingly. “You didn’t…y’know. Plan anything. Did you?”
“Who, me?” she asks, a little scandalized. “Course not.”
He’s relieved. Damn birthdays.
“Your children, however…”
Dean groans. “Dammit.” He rolls out of bed and tugs on a t-shirt. It’s cold as balls (It’s Kansas in January so of course it is), so he pulls on a pair of sweatpants over his boxer shorts. He tromps out of his bedroom, and looks around the dim hallway.
“Hey! Monsters!”
Two doors open, and two different children appear.
His youngest at thirteen, Emily, with her wavy red hair and big green eyes. She looks grumpy.
Jamie, his oldest boy at 18, with his short blonde hair that’s sticking up every which way, and his own green eyes that are blurry with sleep.
Matt climbs the stairs. He’s the middle kid at 16, born between Jamie and Emily. He’s got brown-red hair and brown eyes, and he doesn’t look tired at all; he looks like he’s been awake for hours.
Dean frowns at him. “The hell’s with you, lookin’ awake?”
“I’m helping Ramona,” Matt replies.
Jamie glowers harshly. “Holy crap, Matt. Suprirse! It was supposed to be a surprise!”
Matt sighs heavily. “Sorry.”
Dean narrows his eyes. “Ramona’s here?”
Ramona is the oldest of all the kids at the age of twenty-five. It’s complicated, how she came into Dean’s life (which wasn’t until she was five), but she’s family, and she’s his. She’s the shortest of the kids, with blonde hair, and those Winchester green eyes and she lives in Gotham City and has a fancy boyfriend and a job as a chef at a fancy restuarant, though she’s got dreams of opening up her own not-so-fancy restaurant.
She climbs the stairs and wraps an arm around Matt. “Happy birthday, Daddy.”
He looks happy. He knows he does, but he tries to look stern. “What have I said about my birthday?”
“When do we ever listen to you?” Jamie asks, still squinting. “I’ma go back to bed.”
“Me too,” Emily mutters, and they both disappear.
Ramona grins and waves, before leading Matt back down the stairs and Dean shakes his head.
“Damn kids.”
here! have some Dean Winchester FutureFic! :)
Title: January 24th 18 years in the future (of an alternate universe)
Summary: Dean wakes up at the age of 52. Well...shit.
Rating: Fluff PG-13 for some language
Dean Winchester wakes up early; earlier than he meant to and stares up at the ceiling.
God, he’s fifty-two years old.
He never thought he’d live this long, but here he is; house, wife, kids. No dog (it was either a dog or another baby, and he put in a request for a baby. That baby is thirteen now), but he’s got a job; a real one with hours and vacation time. He’s even his own boss. He owns that damn garage. It’s his.
The petite, warm body next to him roles over and peeks up at him with a grin. Her brown eyes still sleepy, her red hair messy. “Mornin’, you,” she says. “Happy birthday.” She’s only half awake, so her English accent is a little thicker than normal and the word comes out “birfday.” It’s cute.
He grins and kisses her softly. “Thanks, Babe.” He pulls away and looks at her appraisingly. “You didn’t…y’know. Plan anything. Did you?”
“Who, me?” she asks, a little scandalized. “Course not.”
He’s relieved. Damn birthdays.
“Your children, however…”
Dean groans. “Dammit.” He rolls out of bed and tugs on a t-shirt. It’s cold as balls (It’s Kansas in January so of course it is), so he pulls on a pair of sweatpants over his boxer shorts. He tromps out of his bedroom, and looks around the dim hallway.
“Hey! Monsters!”
Two doors open, and two different children appear.
His youngest at thirteen, Emily, with her wavy red hair and big green eyes. She looks grumpy.
Jamie, his oldest boy at 18, with his short blonde hair that’s sticking up every which way, and his own green eyes that are blurry with sleep.
Matt climbs the stairs. He’s the middle kid at 16, born between Jamie and Emily. He’s got brown-red hair and brown eyes, and he doesn’t look tired at all; he looks like he’s been awake for hours.
Dean frowns at him. “The hell’s with you, lookin’ awake?”
“I’m helping Ramona,” Matt replies.
Jamie glowers harshly. “Holy crap, Matt. Suprirse! It was supposed to be a surprise!”
Matt sighs heavily. “Sorry.”
Dean narrows his eyes. “Ramona’s here?”
Ramona is the oldest of all the kids at the age of twenty-five. It’s complicated, how she came into Dean’s life (which wasn’t until she was five), but she’s family, and she’s his. She’s the shortest of the kids, with blonde hair, and those Winchester green eyes and she lives in Gotham City and has a fancy boyfriend and a job as a chef at a fancy restuarant, though she’s got dreams of opening up her own not-so-fancy restaurant.
She climbs the stairs and wraps an arm around Matt. “Happy birthday, Daddy.”
He looks happy. He knows he does, but he tries to look stern. “What have I said about my birthday?”
“When do we ever listen to you?” Jamie asks, still squinting. “I’ma go back to bed.”
“Me too,” Emily mutters, and they both disappear.
Ramona grins and waves, before leading Matt back down the stairs and Dean shakes his head.
“Damn kids.”