𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Music played through your phone quietly, carefully not to wake up a sleeping JJ that just went down for her nap. Your hips swaying side to side as your hands folded the first of many laundry loads that needed to be done today. The hamper full of clean clothes sat ontop of the dining table, the folded laundry in organized piles on the table.

‘How does a three year old have more clothes than me’ you thought to yourself, seeing more pink in these piles than you would like to.

You tried to get all your chores done while Dean had JJ for a week but after a huge deep clean, donating old baby clothes JJ grew out of, donating old toys she doesn’t play with anymore, cleaning out the junk closet, and more stuff on a long list of shit you wanted— needed to do, laundry kinda got pushed aside. now here you are, trying to get laundry done as fast as possible so your poor daughter doesn’t stay in dirty clothes for too long.

The sound of a key unlocking your apartment door snapped you out of your thoughts. Before you could react, the door opened to reveal Dean, your ex, with a smirk on his perfect lips. “Hey, sweetheart.” He purred.

You and Dean split when he ran off after finding out you were pregnant. His excuse: he was young and scared. Like you weren’t younger and even more scared. Eight months after JJ was born, he showed up out of nowhere and begged for forgiveness, wanting to meet his daughter. Even though you were mad, you weren’t a monster and let him meet JJ.

Ever since, you had an routine. Four days with Dean, Two weeks with you. It gave JJ enough time to bond with Dean, but also gives Dean enough time for hunting.

Obviously, Dean marches to his own drum and does whatever he wants. Like sometimes not coming home in time for his four days and messing up the routine, or showing up out of no where— like he’s doing now apparently.

“What are you doing here, Dean? You don’t have JJ until next week. And stop calling me that.”

“You gave me a key,” Dean held up the shiny gold key to your apartment, trying to justify his unannounced visit

“For emergencies. That is an emergency key. Not a ‘Hey, stop by whenever you’d like’ key.”

“Can’t a guy stop by to see his favourite girls?” He kicked off his shoes, clearly making himself at home.

“Not when one is napping and the other is in a bad mood.”

“You’re always in a bad mood.”