The Dean Winchester.

You hooked up with him eight years ago when he was randomly in town for something you can't remember.

And boy was it one wild night.

But now, eight years later, you had a son who was a near clone of the man. He looked like him, talked like him, dressed like, acted like him.

Even though you had all that in front of you, you refused to believe he could've been Dean's kid. And even if he was, his father was long out of the picture now.

So when you opened your door one night and saw Dean standing on the other side, you felt a sudden surge of emotions.

"Hey," He greeted with that same smirk that reeled you in that day eight years ago.

Before you could say anything in return, your son walked out of the living room.

Dean's eyes immediately landed on him and they widened ever so slightly.

You quickly rushed your child off to bed to avoid him seeing Dean any longer.

By then, Dean had walked in, closing the front door behind him.

"You got.. a kid..?" He whispered softly as he dug his hands into his jacket pockets.

You sighed as you turned to look at him, ready to say something.