Dean x Reader

Written in Dean's POV

Four little words running through my mind, over and over as I pushed the Impala to the max. Should have been faster, I kept reminding myself, knowing that there was still so much distance between Y/N and I. Too much time, too many miles before I had her by my side once again.

"Dean, you'll know we'll be there in time," Sam tried assuring me, but my jaw stayed clenched, my eyes on the road as I sped at least fifteen miles over the speed limit. I shouldn't have let her go, not by herself. I knew what could have happened, but when she turned those beautiful eyes my way, I couldn't say no. It had seemed so simple at the beginning, just a girl's weekend with her, Jody and Donna. Sitting around Jody's house, maybe going out to the spa, or whatever else girl's did. She had pleaded with me, saying she needed time with women, and I had given in. Knowing that I would do anything to make her happy.

Never had I imagined that someone would mean so much to me like Y/N did. She was my everything, and I knew I would never forgive myself if something happened to her. When I received the phone call this morning, I had pulled Sam to the car without a word, needing to leave as fast as possible. To be by her side when she needed me the most.

"Sam, I shouldn't have let her go," I muttered, my hands tight on the steering wheel. "What if something goes wrong? What if...,"

"Dean, she's with Jody and Donna. They aren't going to let anything happen to her," Sam tried to say, sighing when I didn't seem to relax at all. "We're only an hour out."

"I know. Too long," I muttered, wishing the Impala would go faster.

The road never seemed to end, each mileage sign seeming to say the same amount of miles until I was next to Y/N. Stopping for gas, I pulled out my phone, trying to call her, my chest tightening when there was no answer. Without taking the time to call Jody, I climbed back into the Impala, impatiently waiting for Sam to return from the bathroom. He hadn't even clicked his seatbelt before I was pulling out onto the highway, once again speeding down the cracked road.

The sun was starting to set by the time Sioux Falls appeared. Tension had my shoulders straight, my jaw clenched, my knuckles sore from holding tight to the steering wheel. Sam had stayed silent the last hour of the ride, often checking his phone for messages from Jody. But whatever she had said he didn't pass on, instead letting me sit there and fret.

I drove straight past Jody's, not even slowing to see if her truck was still in the driveway. I knew where Y/N was, and I hated the thought of her being there without me. She shouldn't have to be going through this without me by her side.

"Dean, why don't you pull up to the front, and I'll switch spots," Sam suggested, and I gave him a slight nod. Sliding to a stop in front of the main doors, I placed the car in park, climbing out and leaving it behind with Sam. Racing through the front door, I went immediately to the front desk, asking for Y/N.

The nurse glanced patiently at me, no doubt used to tense and fearful people at her desk all the time. "She's on floor three. The elevator's around the corner."

Without even thanking her, I rushed around the corner, hating the feel of the hospital. This is why I tended to stay away from them as much as possible. Too much white everywhere, reminders of death and illnesses everywhere. Not to mention all of my bad memories of hospitals that made me weary of them.

Tapping my foot impatiently, I waited for the elevator to slowly make it's climb to the third floor, thinking it would have been better to take the stairs. As soon as the doors opened, I spotted Jody standing off to the side, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "Jody!" I exclaimed, rushing forward.

Looking tired, she smiled up at me. "You made it!"

"I drove as fast as I could," I admitted. "But where's Y/N? How is she?"

"Come with me," Jody insisted, taking my hand and pulling me along with her. Sitting down on a couple of chairs, she placed her coffee down before turning to me. "Y/N had a hard time," she started to explain, my hands clenching more with each word. "It was long, and hard, and the doctor's were worried about her for quite some time."

"But now?" I whispered, hoping for good news.

"Now she's sleeping, and the baby is fine. Congratulations, your a father," Jody beamed. "You have a beautiful little girl."

"A girl?" I breathed, even though I still couldn't get past the fact that Y/N had to go through all of this alone. "Oh Jody, I should have been faster. I should have been here when she needed me the most. How is she ever going to forgive me?"

"There's nothing to forgive!" Jody exclaimed. "You're here now, and that's all that matters. Why don't you go in there, see if she's awake yet. I know she would love to see you."

On shaking legs I made my way to the door marked with Y/N's name, pulling it open and stepping inside. Y/N was asleep on the bed, her hair spread out, dark circles under her eyes. Pulling the chair up beside her, I took her hand in mine, staring at her, killing myself for not being there for her.

It was only a couple minutes later before she started to stir, her eyes blinking before she peered tiredly up at me. "Dean, you're here?" She mumbled.

Reaching up and brushing the hair from her cheek, I nodded. "I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner. I heard it wasn't an easy labor."

"It was long, and exhausting, but it's over now, and we have a beautiful baby girl. I can't wait for you to see her," she told me, smiling up at me as if I hadn't messed up and missed it all.

"Y/N, how can you be happy with me? I wasn't here for you," I asked, surprised when she squeezed my hand.

"Dean, it was my decision to come up here for a girl's night. You tried to keep me home. But I don't think it's your fault, or mine. Babies come when they're ready, and I guess she wanted to be up here to meet her aunt Jody, and aunt Donna. Please don't beat yourself up over this. Please Dean," she pleaded, and I nodded.

"I'm just glad both you and the baby are safe," I answered, leaning over the bed so I could capture her lips with mine.

"Oh, this must be the father!" The nurse exclaimed, coming through the door just as I pulled away. In her arms was a tiny bundle, wrapped in pink. "Would you like to see your daughter?"

My heart beating fast, I carefully took my baby girl from the nurse, holding her gently in my arms, afraid I would squish the precious girl. "Y/N, she's perfect," I whispered, staring down at her in amazement.

"Yeah, she is. I'm so glad you're here," Y/N whispered as I came to stand next to her. Realizing that even though I had wanted to be there earlier, I was just glad I was there now. To be a part of my family, to see the happiness in Y/N's eyes as I held our little girl for the first time.