On Purpose

On Purpose

Never Be The Same - Part 3.

Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader.

Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.

Word Count: 2397.

Warnings: None.

A/N: My mother will travel in less than two days and will be back in ten days, so I’ll stay at my aunt’s and/or at my dad’s, so I’m not sure about when I’ll post again, but it will be as fast as possible. Please ignore any mistakes below. Don’t forget to tell me what you think and let me know if you want to be tagged in the series.

Dean did not remembered much while he was sleeping. Actually, only one specific event crossed his mind. The time when you decided waiting was useless and traveled to see your uncle all by yourself.

Your grandfather never found out about the hunting so it was hard for him to understand why sometimes your father just vanished or where his money came from. And of course, you always found an excuse to explain things or created reasons. You grew up really fast without even noticing.

Dean knew how mature you were at such a young age. When both of you thought Sam was gone for good, he said it was better if you stayed home for a while and you didn't listen. The next day you said he would have to pick you up at the airport. Dean always admired your braveness for flying alone all the time. A couple days with him and you went back home pretending everything was just fine, like you knew you shouldn't tell your grandfather that your father was gone.

When Sam came back, you were so happy that the fact that he was not dead the all time, was not enough to keep you away from him. But knowing that he remembered you and just left you for that long, was scaring. And seeing how Ben forgot about you suddenly, was too much for a child. Until today you miss Ben, he was so much like your uncle that you couldn't help but imagine both of you driving through the country with the Impala one day.

Sam even considered making you forget about him after he left you while he was soulless but Dean would never allow it. Not after losing Lisa and Ben, not after making you lose them as well. He couldn't let you lose your father or lose you too.

You had reasons to be afraid of being forgotten, this was not the first time and you just got even more scared it wouldn't be the last.

Dean and Sam always argued when it came to how educate you. Sam wanted you as far from the hunter life as possible, but he also knew he couldn't lie to you and that you needed to learn how to protect yourself. Dean already knew being his niece would never let you have a normal life, but he tried to make you be a normal child all the time. Basically, you had the chance to be a kid, but a special one - a kid who at 9 could deal with a demon without even worrying about it. You trusted everything they thought you, all the things you learned by yourself and you knew that with experience you could be a great hunter someday.

You always gave priority to school, but the books you brought from the bunker and all the searching ability your father passed to you turned you into a supernatural genius, you are always learning more about the monsters, spells, religions and languages as well. And your physical abilities scared all of your P.E. teachers, all the classes are too boring for someone who already knows how to use many different guns, how to throw knifes, how to manage a bow and arrow or defend herself with a sword and fight with all her colleagues.

All that wasn't enough for you being allowed to hunt, and you know that knowing things is not enough. You wanted to hunt, so you did it. Alone? No. Claire was with you. After they caught you hunting together, you started hunting with them sometimes. It was safer with them then doing it all by yourself.

"You're right. We should probably take a look at it." Sam said. "You think you'll be fine here?"

"Yes." You said. "But I can help."

"I don't think so." He said again.

"Please let me go. Wouldn't be the first time."

"Maybe, but this reality me is not happy with the idea of you fighting things on purpose. I'm sure you know how to protect yourself but hunting for real is a lot different."

"I can handle it."

"Y/N, I think he is right." Castiel said. "We're not used with you... yet."

"Well, I'm used with you and I know exactly what to do."

"There's a chance we're not the same, you know that right? And that includes hunting." The angel tried to make you understand.

"Let's see then. I go in this one with you, we'll see how it goes and I promise as soon as we come back I'll go to school."

"Y/N..." Of course Sam wouldn't like the idea.

"Sure." Dean said interrupting his brother. He remembered how grown up you've been and gave you a chance. "But first, I want to see how you fight. You won't leave this bunker until I'm sure you know what you are doing."

"Deal."

"Let's start with shooting, how about that?" Dean asked while you prepared yourself to shoot an arrow. He looked at you. "Really?"

"Why do you think I have the tattoo?" You explained and positioned the bow.

"Don't worry, I rarely use it on hunts." You shoot. Perfect. After that, you grabbed your Airsoft Colt.

"You like it, don't you?"

"I always loved the details in it."

"What about shooting?"

"Easy." You demonstrated. Again, perfect.

"Alright..." He was truly impressed. You chose a random knife and threw it without even thinking. "Apparently you do know what you're doing, but I'm still not sure about you in action."

"I may be short, but I know how to fight." He doubt. "Wanna see?"

"What? No! I won't fight with you."

"I promise I won't hurt you." You provoked, knowing he would he give in.

"You sure about that?" As soon as he was close enough you knocked him over.

"Yes." Now, he would take it seriously.

You were all sweat, with a ponytail and a bottle of water when you came back to the kitchen where your father was washing the dishes.

"I have to say, Sam... She is impossible." He admitted to his little brother.

"I learned from the best." You smiled shyly.

"Are you sure, Y/N?"

"She is." Dean answered for you. He was not only proud of you, but he saw how smart you are, how you did all that research and found a case all by yourself. After witnessing your physical abilities, your uncle realized he was also proud of Sam and himself. "We thought her well."

Sharing the backseat with Castiel is something you are used to. Usually, each one of you seated by a window and the roads were always the same: you fell asleep listening to classic rock or just relaxed while watching the nothing and everything at the other side of the window. Everything changed when you had to wait at the motel because you are too young to pretend being an FBI agent. It, helped when you looked for more information at the internet or read about other things that happened at the same town or something like that.

Castiel stayed with you at the motel and tried to make you some company in his clumsy way. It's impossible to put into words how much you love him. When you two met, you were amazed by him, not because he was an angel, but because he was always so simple with you and how he acted like such a baby. You really liked spending time with him, especially when you two played as the two kids you were. But now, it was a little bit different. He was more human each day that passed and you, more adult. Lately, you felt distant from him. But ever since this mess happened you started noticing he is still just the baby angel he has always been. He is not naive like before, but he'll always be naive in his own way.

"Castiel." You called his attention. "What do you remember?"

"You praying to me. A lot." You laughed a little. "And your powers." You swallowed.

"Do you think they know that?"

"I'm not sure." He paused. "You don't have to be afraid of telling them. They knew before, didn't they?"

"But I didn't have to tell, they found out when I was little."

"I see... Well, everything will be fine as long as you don't do anything stupid." He is honest without even noticing, that's something you admire.

Both of you stayed quiet for a couple of minutes. You checked your phone for the first time after your existence became a all time-space situation. You did not have your grandfather's number anymore, neither your school friends. Well, it was something you were dealing with. Who would guess that by losing Jessica, Sam would have you and you would lose people too. Nobody was losing you, but you were losing everyone, including yourself.

"Y/N." You looked at Castiel, trying not to let the fact you were sad be exposed through tears. "Have I always been here?"

"What do you mean?"

"I..." He did not know what he wanted to say.

"What did you remember?" You asked again, not only curious but worried this time.

"I'm not sure. Mostly, your prayers." He looked down "I couldn't remember any actual memory with you."

"All those years won't suddenly appear to any of you." You said knowing yourself how afraid you were that things would be different now. "Don't worry." You knew what he meant.

"I believe that spending more time with you would help. You should stay with us for a while." He sounded nervous.

"I know." You took a deep breath. "But, me not staying is what we are used to."

"I feel like I don't have much to remember..." He confessed.

"Wanna try to remember something now?" He looked curious. "Once, I had a terrible nightmare. My parents died in front of me and I couldn't do anything." You started telling. "Both of them, said goodbye to me and as soon as I woke up I needed to know if everything was okay, but before I reached the telephone, you appeared." His eyes widened. "I was praying to you without even noticing. You showed up in the middle of the night at my grandfather's house and stayed with me until I could sleep again." He stayed quiet trying to remember.

"How old were you?"

"Around eight, I guess." You could not tell what he was thinking at that moment, sometimes he is hard to read.

"You scared me." He said after a while. "A lot." He laughed, making you smile.

Cass have always been a confusing figure, mostly because of the fact he is an angel. A fallen angel, yes, but still the best you'll ever know. The one who rarely is afraid of something, that sometimes takes time to understand things or simply don't and also can be a little bit insensitive in other's perspectives. Well, this angel could be scared by you or by the idea of something bad happening to you, your ability at explaining some things for him is incredible and how you try to be as honest as he is not giving a damn about anything else is one of the things that make you who you are.

Meanwhile, after trying to discover everything they could, the Winchester Brothers were heading back to the motel.

"How are you dealing with everything, man? Remembered anything about Y/N?"

"Not much, but more information than I think that I can manage right now." He paused. "I did remember a lot about her mother, which helps. But... It's not like I suddenly know how to be a father."

"We've been through scariest things." Dean said to his brother and himself.

"She wanted to come. Maybe a teenager is more scary than we think." They laughed.

"Nah, she handles it. I mean, she doesn't even sound like a teenager when she is talking about all of this."

"Yeah, she is really calm." Sam said and then, noticed that Dean was trusting her more than he ever would in a situation like so. "What did you remember?"

"You without a soul and your daughter having enough for the both of us." He smiled a little. "She is strong. That's what I remembered. This is the reason why I know she'll be fine."

"Right. I guess I should probably..." Sam started without a clue about that time of your life, trying to guess what he did and what Dean did.

"Thank me? Just doing my job."

Anyone who thinks Dean is overprotective with Sam, doesn't know about your existence. He knows that you are more than able to protect yourself and others, especially because he made sure of that ever since you can remember. But this doesn't stop him from wanting you far from any possible danger. He knows that you can't run from what you are, just like he can't. But, he also makes everything possible to make sure you never deal with things he considers just too much to anyone. Not only you, but Sam, Castiel and himself as well. The difference is that you're the one they can keep safe most of the times.

"You are probably right. I just don't see why she would want to hunt on purpose, you know? I mean, she can do whatever she wants, she didn't even live with us. Why would she want to do such thing?"

"Well you got one thing right: she is doing it on purpose. She has a purpose. Ask her which one is it."

After your conversation with Castiel, you couldn't stop thinking about how to tell them about your "special abilities", telling them before they discovered or remembered was the easiest way even if it didn't seem like it was. Since the "beginning" you've been trying to gain their trust and hiding this was just what you needed to take a step back. You know yourself and you know what can happen when you get nervous - you don't do it on purpose, but you still feel like somehow you do.

So, you decided thinking too much was not helping and that just spitting out would be easier. The door opened while Cass was too distracted with the cartoon - that was supposed to distract you too - and you stood up.

"I have powers."

Next.

Ghost

Never Be The Same - Part 6.

Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader, Sam x OC.

Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.

Word Count: 2380.

Warnings: None.

A/N: Hey, after months I finally took a deep breath and decided to post this. Actually, I have this part written for like six or seven months. Somehow I was not motivated. Anyway, here it is and hopefully I’ll write more. Please let me know your opinions.

Sam knocked at your door and had no answer, he opened it and you were not at your bed or any other place of the bedroom. He couldn't help but walk inside and sit, hoping that energy he felt inside the place would help him talking to you somehow. "Hey, don't forget. Make sure you'll..."

"Sam, don't worry. We'll be safe, really."

"You can't be sure of that."

"I can, believe me. Trust me, she'll be fine. You just keep doing your thing and I'll keep doing mine."

"And what's your thing?" He said joking.

"You will know when you're ready." She sounded ironic, but she was serious. "I'll make sure the house is protected and that our girl will have everything she needs. Including, godparents."

"Sure. Whatever you want."

"Good. So, talk to Dean."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am. Do you have any other suggestions?"

"I don't know if he'll accept it."

"Trust me, he will."

She just knew it.

"Castiel." You called the angel who turned around to you at the hallway. "You heard me?"

"I did. Why haven't you..."

"I'll, okay?" You interrupted. "He seemed worried and I didn't want to make everything worse." You were both screaming and shushing at each other.

"You will if you don't tell them soon. Y/N, if you know us, you must know this is not a good idea."

"You're right. I just don't know how to say it."

"Well, then draw it." You rolled your eyes. "I won't tell them." You relesed a breath of relief. "...For now."

"But..."

"No buts! You were the one who started telling it so you finish."

"It's no that easy."

"There's no reason for you to be afraid, but if you keep scrolling like that you'll have a reason to worry." He left the hallway, leaving you with a lot of doubts and alone in the middle of the bunker. You didn't even walked before your brain started overthinking. Obviously, Cass was right, but at the same time you still had that feeling of emptiness in you, and spitting everything out wouldn't make the situation better. "Y/N" You turned around and saw the tall guy. "Can I talk to you?" You stayed quiet, trying to focus in the present again.

"Yes."

"I went to your room, you weren't there." You started walking in his direction. "Dean talked to you, didn't he?" He thought it was strange at first.

"Yes, he did. Did he talk to you?"

"Not actually." You paused. "Though he asked me if he calls me Hurricane." You commented confuse. Your father understood Dean better than you did.

"I wanna show you something, come here." You followed him into his bedroom.

"I think he asked you that," he said opening the door and coming in "because that's how he called you before you were born."

"Really?" How come you never knew this?

"Yes. I think it's because you came into us in a time of crisis." He turned to you. Now, you were inside.

"For us, every day is a time of crisis." He grabbed a frame and gave it to you. You looked at it and there was a photo of you wearing one of his flannels and considering the difference between you guys, it could fit two of you in it. Still, you looked good wearing them. You were wearing high-waisted jeans shorts and a short-toned boot. "You look good in it, you know."

"Thanks." You said still looking down. Then, there was a weird moment of silence.

"Look at this." You looked up and he was holding his smartphone in his hand. "It just suddenly appeared." He was being so nice. Sometimes you wandered if you were nice to him like he was to you. You looked at the screen and saw pictures of you two together, you and Dean, Cass, Mary, Jodie, Claire and even Crowley.

"That's interesting." You tried smiling, but he realized it was a fake one.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. Just not very surprised, the same thing happened to me."

"Photos appeared?"

"Disappeared. Numbers too." He nodded and invited you to sit by his side when he did it.

"Tell me, how are you feeling?" You looked at him and saw in his eyes that he was truly trying to make you feel better.

"I'm normal, I guess. Every day is a day of crisis but this is the first time something ends up affecting me like this."

"I've been through many things and I know one thing I'm sure of is that I don't want it to others to feel the same."

"I know." You know. And then it hits him again, you know him and he doesn't know you. So he has to try, he needs to. He owes her that. When he found out he was doing the parenting thing without your mother, his world fell apart. They always wanted a good life with their own family and even if you came before expected, before they had their house or finished college, it was a blessing. They wanted their family and you meant they were half way there, just needed to solve a couple of problems and everything would be different, perfect as it sounded. "Vanessa? Hi." He answered the phone anxious.

"I'm sorry we couldn't call you before, Sam is just..." She stopped, took a deep breath. "She's here." She said happy. His heart started to accelerate. He was sad he couldn't be with you mother in the labor but you were born, and that was enough. Soon he would be holding you in his arms. "She is perfect and she looks so much like you two." He was jumping of happiness inside, his smile was the biggest and the tears of joy in his eyes made Dean create some while in front of him too. "Cams named her Y/N." By the sound you yours Godmother's voice, she was smiling. "Y/N Maria Winchester." A tear went down his face. He knew she chose it because of your grandmother.

"I love it." He was breathing heavy. "Where is Camila? How is she? Is she tired?" Vanessa stayed quiet. "Vanessa?" She sniffed. "Vanessa, let me talk to her. What's going on?" Now your father was again, worried and Dean confused. He listened carefully to the words of his lover's best friend. She explained the same thing the doctors did. She had so much pain in her, she hated being the one with the bad news. Your father saw so many different kinds of scenarios of different moments. His heart was still beating fast, but now, not filled as before. The silent tears coming down his eyes were too much for Dean to watch, he was getting desperate. "Thanks Van, I appreciate everything you've done. Don't worry and please, call me if you need anything. Keep me updated." He said barely standing up. At that moment his weight was too much for himself.

"Take your time, I'll take care of everything. Call me."

"I will." Then, the conversation was over. He leaned back at the Impala.

"So, how's the little hurricane?" Dean asked sitting by his brother's side. "Sammy?" He was so scared by the expression he was seeing in Sam's face.

"Y/N." Was the only thing he could say. "That's the name Cams gave her, Y/N Maria Winchester."

"I love it." Dean was happy, but still worried as hell. Sam stayed quiet for a little bit. And then he couldn't handle anymore, he cried.

"She's gone, Dean. Camila is gone." He said with a trembling voice. "She died a little after labor." It was very fast. You were born and your mother felt the biggest happiness of her life when she saw you. Minutes later she was holding you in her arms. She new not everything was fine and the labor was not easy, but she already trusted you more than anything. So she said the words she needed before giving you back to the nurse. "Hey, sweetheart." She said crying, but with the biggest smile on her face. "I knew it. I knew you would look like Y/N." You were still a newborn, but she could clearly see how much you looked like your father and herself. "You're more strong than you can think, my girl. More powerful than you can imagine. You're blessed." There was only a doctor far from her and Vanessa waiting a little closer. "Your father will take care of you and you have to promise me you'll take care of him for me." She looked at you a little more. "I love you. I love you both." She held you for as long as she could. "Qui affecto protego, / mixtisque iubas serpentibus et posteris meis stirpique meae domum meam, / et deducet me ruunt momenta ut potest iactare servate innoxias." She said quietly while holding you close, crying and smiling. Praying for you. The doctor took you seconds after that and she told the doctor your name, making sure it would be this one. Your mother stayed with her best friend, recovering. She made herself stop the crying and just held a lot of tears for as much as she could. She had to be strong for you and all the ones who loved you too. Camila was thinking straight and had to say everything before it was too late. Her feelings were so many, but she was a mother now. Nothing could ever stay in her way. "Vanessa, give my necklace to her. Make sure she keeps it with her, always."

"Cams..." She started.

"It's hers now. Teach her everything you can and tell Sam about it. It has to be you. She needs her Godmother." Vanessa nodded. While she talked, she felt worried, bad and good, happy and sad. She was realistic and faced her fate fearless. She lost too much blood during the labor and after it. Was something unpredictable, and it doesn't happen often. But, she was in a risked age - women in their twenties have more chances of complications during the labors, especially the first. Sam understood that, everyone did, she did and you did too. Camila knew she would die in that day, but she also knew you were coming. "There was no way we could know it." Sam finished explain to Dean, who had tears in his eyes. "It must have been so hard for her and I..." He breathed between his cry. "I wasn't there." He stared at the floor, feeling so much pain and anger of fate, of death itself. Why now? Of all the people, places, moments, hours and ways. Why did it have to be like that? Besides that, he was so worried and terrified. At the same time you were all the light he had, all the hope he felt, he was afraid of his mission. "What am I gonna do, Dean?" He turned to his big brother. Dean just listened and gave him lots of minutes to feel, while he felt deeply sad too.

"I bet she's so pretty." Dean broke the silence. "She is cute, for sure. But she's lucky to have both of you in her. Can't wait to see your great job with her. Count me in, Sammy. Always." Now, somehow, Sam was so scared that not even the support Dean and Cass gave to him were stopping him from being so worried with you and how to act around you. He felt like every single thing he did or decided could affect you in a very bad way. "Sam, I need to tell you something." You started and got up from his bed.

"Sure." He said a little nervous.

"In my reality, Vanessa told you this. But, now I'm guessing you still have no idea."

"Your mother's best friend, right?" You nodded and took a deep breath, kind of scared of speaking.

"Camila had this thing, she called sensibility. She never actually told you about it, but thanks to this gift she knew ever since she met you, that you were a hunter." Your father just payed attention. "The truth is, we come from gypsies who apparently had very powerful connections with... this world."

"Ok..." He was speechless, waiting for you to finish it.

"I lied to you, I'm sorry." He looked worried and opened his eyes even more, but tried to make sure you stayed calm. "I don't have powers only because of you." You paused. "This thing, passed to me and I have some witch abilities. But, don't freak out, I really don't use them."

"How do you know you have it?"

"It's kinda obvious."

"That you are familiar with spells?" He was worried and a little upset, but he understood you. So, he sounded soft, even if this was a surprise to him about Camila.

"I wasn't born familiar with them, I studied them in your books. I thought that, at least, it was safer if I knew a little bit about what I was doing."

"But why? If you don't use them, why you needed to know this? How is it obvious?" He was trying to understand not just you, but how he allowed you to be so deep in his world.

"Like I said, it's like a sensibility. I just guess some stuff and..." You decided to stop and sit by his side. "I never used a spell. Not once, I swear." He took a deep breath and looked at you, feeling again that endless love he couldn't explain.

"I believe you." That felt comforting for both of you. "Now, how are you for real?" You focused on the fact that he was your father, and soon or later you had to let the guard down.

"Ironically, I feel like a ghost."

"You're not a ghost." He assured you, but you felt like you finally understood the desperate in them. "Ghosts are lost and you are not, okay? You are home." The bunker never let you doubt it. But now, it was complete. So, you nodded with a sad look.

"Can I hug you?" Before you finished the question he opened his arms himself and you finally felt again how was like not being totally alone. "Thanks."

Next.

Love our gang back together

do more stobin hcs!! loved the last one

Wow, thx ♡ Promise I'll try and post as soon as I have an idea!

Forget Forever

Never Be The Same - Prologue.

Teaser

Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader, Castiel x Platonic!Reader.

Summary: To save Dean’s life, Sam changes a big part of his past, hoping that he’d only forget memories with his college girlfriend. But, not only he changes his life, he also creates a new one.

Word Count: 777.

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is kinda short, but it’s more like an introduction. I never wrote an imagine before, but I had the idea and thought “why not?”. Also, English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think.

You stopped counting how many times your father and your uncle saved each other years ago and they are still doing it. They left for a case - a very important one - a week ago and you are starting to get worried.

Sam, Dean and Cass always guaranty that the three of them are breathing, no matter what is costs. This last time, your uncle Dean nearly took his last breath, but, of course, you father did what he had to. He changed a big part of his life. He erased from his reality, his first date with the one he knew was the love of his life. He gave up most of his best memories, letting they go peace by peace as the days passed, only so he could make more memories with his big brother.

It hurts, knowing that someone he loved so much, would be erased from his existence, his history. He was afraid, but these memories and feelings were not worth the life of his brother. What a weird deal, changing a big part of his past, making some things go away forever didn't seem much if it could save Dean. What could possibly change besides that?

They were so tired of saving people's life (and one another) again, - the bunker was the destination. After hours, Sam didn't feel different. He was asleep most part of the time in the road, but when he woke up forty minutes before they got home, he started to feel like he was forgetting something. Like he left something behind or had something else to do before getting back to the bunker. What was it? He couldn't remember.

"You okay, man?" Dean asked, while driving.

"Yeah." He was still thinking. "Dean, aren't we forgetting something?"

"I don't know, are we? Cass is in the back seat, right?" He joked. It was funny, but not enough to take Sam from his focus.

"What about you, Cass?"

"Did one of you pray to me last night?" He asked, with doubt exposed in his face.

"I didn't." The Winchesters said together.

"Why?" Now Dean was getting confused and curious too.

"I don't know. Just a feeling like it happened, it's... weird." Sometimes it's hard for the angel to define what he thinks or feels, most of the times he doesn't.

That sensation stayed with them until they got in the bunker, now, even Dean was quiet and overthinking what could he possibly be forgetting to do? They finished the case, they were all fine, no one else needed them to do anything, not at that moment. So why does it feel like he needs to get back in Baby and finish the job properly before passing through the door in front of him?

He shocked his head, trying not to think too much and relax, he was sure that after a few hours sleeping in his bed, he would be fine. It was probably because they were exhausted and their brains were starting to stay awake too much and for too long. He just needed his bed. Just getting inside and going to his bedroom.

The door opened, making the usual noise it does every time. Sam and Cass were behind him. It was working. Focusing on resting. Something he rarely does, maybe that's why it's hard to keep the focus on not worrying about anyone or anything. He could go straight to bed, except he couldn't. He was forgetting something.

"Dean," They all looked to the books on the table in the library, at least three of them, with a notebook none of them recognized.

"Thank God..." They heard a female and young voice calling behind them. In a second, the brothers had their guns pointed at you and the angel was with a silver blade in his right hand.

"Hey..." You said calm. "What happened?" They saw you, but two guns were still pointing at your figure. It was the weirdest thing ever. You never imagined that this could last more then the usual - two seconds when you got them scared on purpose.

"Who are you?" Your uncle asked in a tone he only used with you when he was disappointed or angry, in other words, when you did something dangerous or wrong. But in that moment, it was different. He was asking like he asked to the monsters. "You better answer me." You realized that you didn't say a word and that the two second were already an entire minute.

You were not afraid of them, you never could be. You were just scared of the situation that sounded impossible. How could they not remember you?

Next

When you talk about a Reylo baby, you mean a baby created through the force bond alone, right? Because I'm wondering if the existence of a Reylo baby would imply they had sex off-screen at some point in that one year span.

You mean as if I'm saying they f****d before?

Definitely not!

I really believe it would be like Anakin, Rey would have no idea for a while. But unlike Ani, this one would have a father.

I know it's confusing so, I'll put it on topics:

The first thing that comes to my mind is Palpatine saying that they either live together or die together.

All the things about their bond.

So, it's like the Force conceived a baby in this moment because it was the most beautiful moment they had together. And their bond is so deep and powerful.

And this happens through Ben, like the Force uses him as a way for it to get to Rey. This "Force Baby" needs a highway to get to her and as Ben is saving her, he is the highway.

They have no idea about it.

But eventually Rey would find out, probably think that this is just a Force baby, not related to Ben and she is just having delusions because she misses him and can't reach him in the Force.

That's also because Leia passed all the Force she had left to her son, who is simultaneously trying to come back to life (not even close to know he is about to be a Papa).

But then it comes the day this lil' Solo is born and it looks so much like Ben, that no one can deny he is the father.

Ben comes back in time to see how tiny the cutie looks in his hands.

So yes, a Force baby, decision of the Force, destiny the Force puts in to both of them. But a DNA would say "Congrats, you are the father".

[Wait this became a headcanon?¿]

(anonymous, if this is not what you're asking, send me another ask I will answer right away)