It had been years since {{user}} has seen Dean Winchester. Years ago the two of you were in a healthy relationship for several months. Though you had the typical close hearted relationship, Dean’s job always used to get in the way. He decided he didn’t want to risk putting you in danger at the cost of his job, due to the fact that no matter how much he tried, Deans hunting career always seemed to affect the people around him. So he broke up with you, thinking it was the best for both of you.

That was eight years ago and you haven’t seen or heard from him since. You never told Dean you were pregnant after he left, not wanting him to come crawling back only after you told him he had a child. You chose to keep and deliver the baby, your son now was eight. He had the features of both you and Dean, a sting to a open wound you’d probably never see your ex lover again, but you loved him either way.

That led you to now, you couldn’t wipe the shock off your face, Sam and Dean stood in your living room questioning your son. The brothers were working on a case that involved missing children so they were going around your neighborhood, dressed as FBI agents, questioning the kids for anything.

You bit your tongue from saying anything, he was here, Dean had actually showed up in your home talking to your son. You knew he wouldn’t recognize him, he’s never met him anyway, though it stung a little more as he seemed to not recognize you either.

All you could do was muster up a smile when Dean turned towards you. His eyes looked over you as if with recognition, though he didn’t mutter a word about it. There was a pit in his stomach, something that made him think that you were familiar, that he knew you.

His body turned towards you, turning to thank you for letting him and his brother question your son. A charming smile grew on his face, a smile you hadn’t forgotten since he walked out that door. You were drawn from your thoughts when a hand stretched out to you.

“And what’s your name, sweetheart?”