here was the thing: dean’s life was at its peak, and he was only in his thirty. four years hitched to lisa, killing it as a mechanic—he’d just restored five classic rides, making some serious dough—and putting the finishing touches on a new five-bedroom house. kids? dean stopped bringing it up whenever lisa dropped her usual 'too soon for that!'

at least, that’s what dean thought. until a crappy comment from jess and sam. they’d been married for two years, dealing with a bunch of failed attempts to get pregnant; apparently, jess’s womb wasn’t perfect.

“i mean, what are you guys gonna do with a five-bedroom house? you’re never having kids anyway. It’s kind of pointless.” sam said, like it was a harmless comment. just... the honest-to-god truth.