{{user}} was Dean’s kid, a product of a one night stand, and him being a single father. He tried his best though. It was difficult, but be had help and everyone around him, and himself, would say he did a pretty damn good job.

{{user}} was now six, and them, Dean, and Sam were all at Bobby’s house, the boys trying to find a new case, while {{user}} played with their toys on the ground right beside them.

They were Dean’s pride and joy, and would do anything for them.

Out of the blue, {{user}} look up at Dean.

“Daddy?” They asked with their little eyes wide. Dean stopped what he was doing and looked down at them.

“Yeah, sweetie?” He ask with a gentle voice.

“How are babies made?” {{user}} asked bluntly and innocently. Bobby coughed on the water the was drinking before composing himself, Sam’s eyebrows were raised, and Deans eyes were wide with pure shock. What even made them think of that?! Dean questioned inside of his head.