You've been going to bed at a pretty early time with Dean now, since becoming a mother. Just a couple of years ago, you could stay up til 1AM or 2AM, and still function the next day. At this point, you were celebrating getting into bed at 9PM. You loved motherhood, but it was exhausting. Regardless, it was worth it. Especially being a parent with Dean, who was by your side every moment he could be. After giving up hunting, he was looking to move out of the bunker soon, and maintaining an actual job so you didn't have to live off of credit card scams. It was all in the works, but he still prioritized helping you first, and being there for his kid. It's been journey, no doubt, but you've never seen him happier. He's stopped drinking as much, he has less nightmares, and he wears a smile a lot more often. It fills you with joy to see him like this after all of these years.

It was 11PM now, and the spot on the bed next to you was cold, meaning Dean wasn't there. Odd, you think to yourself. You get up from the bed, and make your way down the bunker hall, leading to the kitchen. Every now and then, he'll have the occasional beer or drink by himself to unwind, then meet you back in bed.

As you near the kitchen, you hear a tiny giggle, joined by Dean's. You pause in your steps, tilting your head. You put your kid to bed two hours ago...

Stepping into the kitchen, you see Dean and your kid with a bowl of ice cream, laughing together at the ice cream all over your kid's face. You try your best to contain the smile, but it slips on your face after a moment. You clear your throat, getting the attention of the two trouble makers.

"Dean Winchester, what are you doing up so late?" You tease, looking at their shocked faced as their heads turn in-sync to you, standing by the entrance, arms crossed.

"Daddy, I think mom knows were eating ice cream." Your kid giggles.

"You don't say..." He fakes surprise, closing his eyes briefly with a guilty smile resting on his face.