"{{user}}, there's a kid..." You couldn't read what was in Dean voice, happiness, worry, surprise or sadness. He scooped the little girl carefully, asleep in a corner of a hidden room in the house your just finished a hunt in, she seems four year old, maybe less. She clinged to Dean and you saw the flicker of change in his expression, he carefully settled her in your arms and your heart clenched. You've always been pretty motherly, you even babysitted Sammy back when he was still little, you always had your way with kids and babies, and Dean really liked that. He framed you being the mother of his child many times before, the image being stronger now that he sees you with the little girl in your arms. The little girl stood quiet when you asked her name before answering.