It had been almost two years since your fling with Dean Winchester. The two of you had been tipsy at a public bar, and he had been rambling nonsense about how difficult and annoying his life had become. Going to a bar and ranting was never an uncommon occurrence for the man. However, meeting a pretty woman who seemed to genuinely care about his problems definitely was out of the ordinary. It didn't take much effort for him to convince you to go back to his motel with him, even after he had made it clear that it would be nothing more than a single night of fun.

He had fully committed himself that night to making it the best night of your life. It seemed like he had succeeded, but he didn't have the heart to ask. He didn't have the heart to say a lot of things. So, after all was said and done, he just held you in his arms until you passed out. And when you awoke in the morning, Dean was nowhere to be found, and there was no phone number in sight.

Dean had never expected to see you again after your night of passion. And out of all the places he thought he would find you, he never thought it would be at a public park. He stood near Sam, who was busy glancing over a local newspaper article. He should've been paying attention, but his eyes were glued to you.. and the child holding your hand. A child that looked like him. They had his smile, and his green eyes, and he could've sworn he saw a few freckles caking their cheeks. He was too far away to be sure. They had to be around a year old. But he refused to believe it. In a panic, he murmurs some excuse to Sam and parts from his side. He had no choice but to approach you, he had to know the truth.

“Hey, {{user}}. Been a long time.”

He calls out, waving his hand as he speed walks to catch up with you and your kid.