Episode: Season 8 - We Need to Talk About Kevin Pt. 3 

Note: Picture of Parker's new haircut above and below is baby Yasmin! Which is subject to change cause that's a random baby lol ;) P.S. I seriously have no idea why I make Parker cut her hair every time Dean 'dies' but she's grieving so yeah. Okay enjoy!

"SAM! SAM! SAM! SAM!" Yasmin screeched, banging her tiny baby fists on the table part of the high-chair.

A grimace crossed my face, my ears ringing from the noise as I tried to soothe my baby girl.

"You know Uncle Sammy is away, sweetie. He can't come see you right now," I told her, frowning as I tried to push a strand of dark hair behind her ear but she pulled away from me.

Pouting up at me, I sighed before picking her up out of the chair and swinging her up onto my hip. Her large candy-apple green orbs blinked up at me, tears lurking there and I could tell she was gearing up to cry again.

"I know. I miss him, too, Yaz." I cooed, pressing a butterfly kiss to her forehead.

I was about to walk into the living room, set up an episode of Blue's Clues for her when suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I turned towards the sound, shoulder-length hair flipping over my shoulder as I did, frowning in confusion. Who could that be? I rarely had visitors here - having lost most of my friends a long time ago.

A twinge of sadness tugged at my heart but I pushed the thoughts aside and strode down the long hallway towards the front door, Yasmin bouncing on my hip as I walked. Absentmindedly, I raked my fingers through my hair, the dyed blonde half of it at the ends shining in the small portion of light trickling through the transom window.

There was another loud rap of knuckles on the other side of the wooden door and I sighed in frustration before yelling out, "Hold on! I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Wordlessly, I put my hand on the doorknob and twisted, letting the heavy mahogany door slowly swing open. My heart stopped at the familiar, breathtaking green eyes gazing back at me. No, there...there was no way. It just wasn't possible...

"Dean?" I choked out, tears threatening to spill over my eyelids as I stared back at the eldest Winchester outside my door.

Sam stood just to the left of him in the back, hazel eyes meeting mine. But I barely registered his presence, too thunderstruck by the sight of my previously very dead boyfriend looking very alive. But before either Winchester could say more, I'd snatched up the demon blade that was lying on the coffee table by the door and held it out in front of me menacingly with the hand not holding Yasmin, a dangerous glint in my wide cocoa-brown eyes.

"Come near me and my child - I dare you!" I spat venomously, anger coursing through my veins at the sight of this-this impostor standing before me.

"Parker, stop!" Sam's voice rang out suddenly, expertly weaving between me and 'Dean' before grabbing the now-crying child from my arms.

He hoisted Yasmin up onto his hip and she finally calmed down, snuggling into his blue-and-white plaid shirt happily, murmuring 'Sam' over and over.

"Park, it's Dean - it's really him! I checked, okay?! It's him!" Sam insisted, his voice stern but reassuring.

The knife dropped from my hand to the ground in a second, the metal clanging on the tile flooring as I took a step back in shock. But I couldn't move, couldn't speak. Dean looked back at me wordlessly as he stepped just inside the house, his green-eyed gaze roaming my face, my hair, my body. As if taking in every little detail to make sure I hadn't changed, almost as if he never wanted to forget. He was here. He was really, truly here. 

I hadn't noticed the tears streaming down my face or even my feet moving. Not until my body collided with his and I heard the sobs emit from my mouth. My body shook from the tremors of it and Dean instantly wrapped his arms around my tiny frame, pulling me so close there was no space left between us. I breathed in the familiar scent of pie and motor oil and felt more tears trickle down my cheeks, squeezing him tighter.

"You're here! Y-you're really h-here," I sobbed, smiling through the tears as I buried my face in the crook of his neck, the soft cotton material of his plaid shirt collar brushing against the skin of my cheek, "I thought...I thought you were-"

"I know, sweetheart. I know," he said soothingly, pulling away just enough so that he could look into my eyes, "But I'm back now. For you...and our baby girl."

He smiled then, a smile so bright and full of joy it brought a smile to my own face before he pulled me into another tight hug. My brown eyes met Sam's then over Dean's shoulder and I felt my stomach drop slightly. I felt awful for thinking Dean was dead. I should have known he would come back - didn't they always? Sam looked down then at Yasmin and she giggled as he tickled her. But as my eyes met my boyfriend's again, I felt my smile reappear.

I had my Dean back.

Note: Next up - Dean officially meets his daughter ^_^