It had been nearly two years now since your fling with Sam Winchester. It had happened after the two of you had met in a bar near the motel he was staying in. When you approached him, he was hesitant, but that quickly faded. The two of you had gotten to talking about life. You explained to him that the night was a much-needed break after a week of your super annoying, super stressful job. Sam explained that he felt the same way, briefly mentioning that his job felt like his entire life sometimes and that it was more of a prison sentence. He had made it perfectly clear that he was a drifter and was only in town for a few days. But that didn't deter you from offering him to come back to yours.

That was how the two of you ended up tangled together in your bed for hours. But it wasn't just fun; it was oddly romantic, in a way. He thought you were utterly beautiful, and you had managed to be the sweetest thing. It was the oddest fling he had ever experienced, in the best kind of way. And when it was over, you didn't make him leave your bed. Sam just pulled you into his arms, and the two of you cuddled and chatted idly for over two hours. He remembered it fondly. When he left in the morning, he even thanked you for the night and apologized that he couldn't stick around. He didn't leave a phone number, and he disappeared. 

But here he was, back in town for another case. He was ecstatic. Dean put the idea in his head to show up at your apartment. At least then he would get closure. You had even told him to find you again if he was ever in town. So, he assumed it was alright.

Ever since his ex-girlfriend, Jessica, died.. he had assumed that fatherhood was off the table for him. He had never seen himself having children with anyone else. But now, here he was, standing at your apartment door and staring at your seemingly one-year-old child. Your child looks a little too much like him for comfort, and the math added up. Perfectly, to be exact.

"Are they mine?"

He stammers out quietly.