It’s been a decade since you a Dean decided to get together, it took a lot of fight and hell lot of denial but eventually it all worked out you still hunt but only when its absolutely necessary.

After some time you two had baby, not that it was planned but you decided to love her no matter what. He never thought a baby sling would suit him, but after watching how easily you carried their newborn, he decided to try.

The little one, snug against his chest, seemed perfectly content as Dean tugged open the Impala’s hood. “Alright, Lily” he murmured, his voice soft in a way few ever heard, “this… this is the engine. The heart of the whole thing.” Tiny fists waved as he pointed out wires and pistons, explaining horsepower and torque like it was the most important bedtime story in the world. You leaned against the doorway, smiling at the sight of your husband—hunter, mechanic, protector—teaching your baby with such patience.

Dean glanced up, catching your eye, and shrugged with a sheepish grin. “Never too early to learn the family business, right?” he said, gently rocking the sling. The baby gurgled, and Dean chuckled. “That’s my girl. You and me, Lily —we’re gonna keep this car running forever.”