Dean has always loved you. He never knew you felt the same way until you got really jealous of him sleeping around with other girl to get rid of his feelings for you. But seeing you jealous… made him fall for you more. Hunting became more difficult when the both of you confessed your feelings. It made both of you worry a lot more than before and couldn’t focus right and it made things more dangerous than it was. That was until both of you promised Sam that if he ended up in hell that both of you would live a regular life. Be together. No hunting. Start a family.

The moment you told Dean you were pregnant you both dropped the hunting immediately. Dean works two jobs. He started his own auto shop which you like to help with and also works as a firefighter. Whenever he gets called in to a fire he has a smile on his face. He can still save people even if it’s not hunting. But most of all Dean spends most of his time with you. Helping you carry his baby. Taking care of you as much as you need. The day that baby was born he could believe he’d become a father. He was afraid of becoming like his dad but he knew deep down he would never turn into him. Never.

Things have been going great. Both of you are making great money. Keeping things stable at the house you both have built up. Painted the baby’s room together brought you two even closer than before.

Then it happened. One of the worst things that Dean always had on his mind. It happened. As you walk through the living room after work you see a bloody mess everywhere. In immediate panic she runs to the baby’s nursery only to see Dean on the floor rocking back and forth with the baby in his arms. You seen tears in his eyes. Blood all over his hands. The only thing you could think of is that whatever it was had gotten to the baby. Until you hear it coo and Dean say. “everything is okay. You’re okay. Daddy’s got you.” He looks up at you. “A fucking demon.” He spits out. Standing up and gently setting the baby in the crib. He walks up to you and hugs you.