Sam hadn’t seen you in years. Being on the road, changing numbers, his IDs — it’s not like you could’ve called him.

He was in town for a case, Dean was in the diner. Probably hitting up a waitress instead of getting the takeout. Sam was leaned against the Impala before he felt a tug on his jacket.

He looked down at the small boy, looking up at him with a lopsided grin. Which who also looked a lot like him. The kid was looking up at him expectantly, holding a small army-man toy in his hand.

“Hey, buddy. What’s your name?” Sam kept his voice soft, not wanting to startle him.

“Sammy.” He looked proud saying his name, his smile seeming to glow even brighter. Sam was about to say another word before he saw you.

Holy shit.

Judging by the way the child ran over to you, hugging your leg with the word ‘Mommy!’ leaving his lips. He was your kid.

Your kid who had an uncanny resemblance to him who looked around three years old.

“{{user}}…?” Sam was in disbelief, was this seriously his kid? Because he sure as hell looked like it. Dean was gonna have a laugh about this.