Dean had subconsciously feeding himself the idea of having a baby with you, his wife of six months. He didn’t know what was happening, but he was seeing you and first thinking about getting down and dirty - which usually ended there - but then went to him rubbing over your swollen stomach three months later. Holding a baby in his arms. He didn’t know what to make of it. But then it seeped into his everyday life. Finding names on random news websites and noting it in the back of his head.

And subconsciously into his body language. He didn’t know it was happening. Dean was being swept into the idea of fatherhood and didn’t even know.

He walked into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, hair tousled from sleep and eyes barely open like a sleepy cat, but still pressing a kiss to your temple. “Mornin’, gorgeous.” He rumbled, and you leaned into his touch.

Slightly curious at the way his hand rubbed circles over your stomach. Dean didn’t think much of it, he thought it was a subconscious gesture, but his subconscious also wondered what it would be like if there was a bump there.

Daniel. Carter. Tom. Ew, not Tom, that sounds like a middle aged accountant. That was lazily, unknowingly, running through his mind, followed by girl’s names. His ears were ringing with the sound of a small baby voice saying ‘dada’ for the first time. Again, completely subconscious. He didn’t want to rush anything with you.

But he was more protective of you lately. Almost like it was second nature. As it should be, but still. You could handle yourself.