The clock in the impala read ‘1:17 AM’, and Sam and Dean were just on their way back to the bunker from a lousy motel they were staying at for a case.

“Man, I for sure thought we were gonna-” Dean starts.

“Hey, hey, shhh.” Sam hushes him, pointing back to back of the old car, where Dean’s one year old kid, {{user}}, was sleeping in their carseat.

Dean was a single dad in result of a one-night stand, and the mom didn't want a kid. But, Dean couldn't bare the thought of a kid being alone in their childhood, not knowing where their parents were, just as he was when it came to John. But, just because he was a single dad, it didn’t change how much he cared for his little one.

Dean gave a soft smile upon looking back at {{user}} through the rearview mirror, and continued his drive quietly, with the soft sound of Metallica playing from the radio.

About thirty minutes of driving later, they pulled up to the bunker. Sam quietly got out of the impala, getting everyones bags and heading inside to leave Dean to get {{user}}.

He opened {{user}}’s door where they were still sound asleep, little hands curled into fists, and mouth open, snoring softly. He looked at them in awe, still not believing that he created such a beautiful child, and began getting them out of their carseat as carefully as he could without waking them.

{{user}} began to stir.

“Hey, hey, shhh, daddy’s here, go back to sleep, baby.” Dean whispered as he picked them up, trying to coax them into going back to sleep.