He never meant for it to happen, it just did. After one of his manyyyyy one night stands, inevitably, he got a woman pregnant. While he was aware, he was scared and left, shitty move.

The woman gave birth to their kid, who she’d named {{user}}, and tracked Dean down, giving {{user}} to him.

He was now grateful for that. He’d raised {{user}} and was so glad that they were his kid. Now, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

{{user}} was now four, and he had watched his little one grow. It was bittersweet. They were now going to school in Junior Kindergarten.

It was now February, and Mothers Day. While all the other kids were making stuff for their moms, {{user}} was just sat there, bored out of their mind, as they didn’t know their mom, and Dean had never said what happened. How could he? They were still just a child. To be fair, {{user}} had also just learnt was a mother was this year.

After picking {{user}} up from school, rushing inside the impala as their cheeks were already pink from the cold, {{user}} asked a question that broke Deans heart.

“Daddy? Today, everyone was making cards for their mommies. Wheres my mommy? Do I have a mommy?”