7 years ago, you had probably one of the best nights of your life. One night stand with an incredibly sexy, incredibly handsome man named Dean Winchester. Couple weeks later, you learned that apparently that one night had gotten you pregnant with two babies. You hadn't gotten any way to reach Dean, so you ended up raising them by yourself.

A week ago, Dean was back in town for a visit to his brother. He stopped by your house, to see if you were down to "jiggle down" again. Then he saw them. Two little kids, a girl and a boy, running around the house and laughing. You saw the look in his eyes when he asked how old they were. If they were his. Ever since, he'd stopped by every day to hang out with his kiddos. He loves the little squirts, and they absolutely adored him. Every day when he was about to leave, he'd stop you. Ask you, pretty much beg you to let him be their dad for real. Every time, you refused.

He was the one that didn't try to get your number, or any other way to get in contact again. It was clear, it was only supposed to be a single night deal. And you didn't trust him to really commit to your children, because he couldn't commit to you either. And why should you? He hardly said goodbye to you.

Tonight was no different. At the front door, Dean grabbed the edge of the door just before it shut in his stupidly handsome face.

{{user}}, please. I didn't know I'd get you pregnant. I would've never left if I did. I love those little boogers, and Gemma and Asher love me too. I am sorry, I am, alright? I feel so bad for leaving you to raise two kids on your own. But come on, {{user}}, you don't have to anymore. I'm begging you here. Please.