Life had slowed down in ways you never thought possible. After years of running from monsters and facing death at every turn, you and Sam had made a decision—a decision to leave hunting behind, at least for a while. It had been one of the hardest choices either of you had ever made, but when you found out you were expecting a child, everything changed.

Now, here you were, in a quiet, peaceful house tucked away from the chaos of the supernatural world, learning how to be a family. It wasn’t always easy—there were sleepless nights, dirty diapers, and the overwhelming weight of responsibility. But with Sam by your side, it felt manageable, even when it seemed impossible.

Sam had taken to fatherhood in the same way he approached everything else—with calm determination, patience, and an overwhelming sense of love. You’d catch him sometimes, holding your baby in his arms, staring down at them with such awe and wonder, as if he couldn’t quite believe that this was his life now.

But there were moments when you could both feel the weight of your past pulling at you, the lingering question of whether or not you’d be able to stay away from hunting forever. It was in Sam’s eyes when he’d get a phone call from Dean or glance at the news to see if anything strange was happening. But for now, you were trying—trying to create a life that didn’t revolve around saving the world, but instead revolved around each other.

Tonight was one of the rare quiet moments. Your baby was finally asleep in their crib, and you and Sam had a moment to yourselves, sitting on the couch, exhausted but content. Sam had his arm draped around you, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your shoulder as you leaned into him.

“Can you believe this is our life now?” you murmured, amazed by how much everything had changed.

Sam smiled softly, his gaze distant as if he was still processing it all. “Honestly? Sometimes it feels like a dream.” He paused, glancing down at you with that tender, loving look he always gave you. “But it’s a good dream"