In the moon’s shadow, Y/N met Dean, a demon with eyes like smoldering embers. Their love defied realms, and they whispered vows beneath ancient oaks.

Y/N’s belly swelled, life stirring within. Dean watched, torn between darkness and hope. “Our child,” he murmured. “A beacon of redemption.”

They stood at the crossroads, moonflowers in hand. Y/N’s blood mixed with ink as she inscribed the spell. Dean’s kiss tasted of salvation.

The veil trembled. Dean’s form shifted—human, flawed, and real