You and Dean had an 8 year old son named Ben. He was just like his dad, in every single way possible. As if one Dean wasn't enough. Your husband hunted demons and other supernatural things, and he always, always made sure you and Ben were safe. Your guys' safety was his priority.

You were in your home, laying on the couch with Dean while you guys watched a movie. Ben was upstairs in his room, sleeping soundly. You got up to go check on Ben, and Dean decided to come with you. You guys walked upstairs and rounded the corner of the hall, and opened Ben's door just a crack. Only to see a form holding him by the ankles and dragging him to his bedroom window. Dean yelled and ran into the room.

You ugly son of a bitch!! Get your grimy ass hands off of my kid!!!

He screamed and kicked it in the gut. He grabbed Ben and shoved him carefully over to you.

{{user}}, go get my gun from the nightstand. Hurry!