Disclaimer: I do not own SPN or BtVS. The only thing I can claim is the kid!
Dean slipped into the motel room sometime after 4:00am. He glanced over at the beds, saw Sam and Dawn curled up on one, Angel in the other, looking very small in the middle of the mattress. Sam raised his head when the door clicked shut.
“Yeah, it’s me, Sammy. Go back to sleep,” Dean said, quietly and Sam’s head dropped back to the pillow. He heard a sigh and then nothing as Sam fell back to sleep. Grabbing his duffel from beside the desk, he carried it into the bathroom and closed the door as quietly as possible.
Depressing the lock button on the knob, Dean hung his jacket on the hook at the back of the door. He toed off his boots and dug through his bag for clean clothes. He’d started wearing sweats to bed when Angel had joined them. Despite the late hour, he started the water in the shower, stripping quickly and stepping under the hot spray. He grabbed the soap with a yawn and started to wash. No way he was going to crawl into bed with his daughter smelling like cheap perfume.
Obviously, having a little girl depending on him wide frightened eyes Daddy, don’t leave me, please
had curbed Dean’s habit of picking up women in bars for a few hours of fun. Still, a guy had needs and Dean wasn’t exactly a monk. Every so often, instead of getting their own room, Sam and Dawn would bunk down with Angel while Dean You’ll come back, right? You won’t… go away like Mommy?
went out. He always came back to the motel room before morning though I promise I’ll always be there when you wake up, Angel
and his daughter never saw any of the women he met up with. He didn’t want that part of his life touching her.
Hair damp from the shower, smelling only of Irish Spring soap and whatever generic shampoo the hotel had provided in that dinky little bottle, Dean flipped off the light before he left the bathroom. He’d catch hell from Dawn for crying out loud, Dean, Angel’s going to turn into a slob if she keeps seeing you leave your clothes all over like this
in the morning for the state of the bathroom there were reasons they got separate motel rooms these days and not all of them were about privacy
, but at the moment, he didn’t really care.
The first time Angel had crawled into his bed a frightened whisper in the dark, I had a bad dream, Daddy, can I sleep with you?
Dean had been unsure how to feel about it. Sure, he knew that kids slept in their parents’ bed all the time, but wasn’t there usually a mom there to act as a buffer? Still, he’d been unable to deny her and she’d curled up against him like a little kitten and Dean had melted. He’d held her close, wondering if this was how new parents felt, holding little bundled babies.
He got into bed now and put an arm around her small form. Immediately, she turned and burrowed her face against his chest. He rested his cheek against the top of her head, one hand stroking idly over her hair before he closed his eyes. His last thought before he fell asleep was that he was getting used to this Daddy thing and some parts of it the smell of baby shampoo, soft hair tickling his nose, small arms wrapped around him as far as they could reach, warm breath against his skin as she slept
were as natural, as easy, as vital