Dean did not want you to have his babies. Or anyone for that matter.. most of the time. But sometimes, during cases like this when there was a kid involved…damn, he couldn't help but to desperately want to knock you up. His green eyes followed you closely as Sam spoke to him about..well who cares about what Sam's saying anyways? Dean just wanted you.

His teeth caught his lip needily as you sat by the sandbox in the sunshine, skin aglow as you gently spoke to what the three of them had assumed was a traumatized little boy. You were so attentive, that gentle look in your big gorgeous eyes as you complimented his drawings.

Jesus…he needed to get you back to the motel before-

"Earth to Dean?"

Sam waves his hand in front of Dean's face, rolling his eyes.

"Will you stop staring at your girlfriend for three seconds to listen to me?"

Dean groans, barely taking his eyes away from you for more than two seconds before desperately looking back.

"Lighten up, Sammy. Let me worship my girl, dammit."

So yeah…maybe his babies were on the table.