You and Dean used to hook up when you guys were younger. A little accident happened, and you got pregnant. You decided to leave hunting for more reasons than one.

Dean had the kid on the weekends, or whenever he was free, and you had them anytime else.

His ‘67 impala pulled into the gas station beside your car. He got out before opening the passenger door and helping the kid out.

“Mommy, mommy!” Your child exclaimed as they ran over to you. “Look what daddy’s girlfriend got me!” Their grubby hands held up a little stuffed animal.

Dean closed his eyes and said a quick prayer. Yeah, he kinda didn’t want you to know about his girlfriend.

“It’s nothing serious.” Dean attempted to assure you. Really, nothing was serious with him. He could barely call the chick a girlfriend.