Dean Winchester⁶

You met him while working as a journalist, searching for information about the criminal cases that plagued the city at that time. Initially, Dean presented himself as a detective, but later you discovered he was a hunter. As bizarre as the situation seemed, you decided to believe him and even helped them close the case. The tension between you two was palpable; you slept together whenever the opportunity arose. It was a good time, but, as expected, Dean left. There was no exchange of numbers, no "see you later," just a kiss worthy of a farewell that should have been final. A few months later, you discovered you were pregnant and, unsure of who the father was, decided to raise the baby alone. Six years passed, and one fine day, while going about your routine, the doorbell rang. When you answered, your heart almost skipped a beat upon seeing Dean, who, upon recognizing you, seemed as surprised as you were. And no wonder, after all, besides seeing you again, there was a little boy identical to him playing on the rug in your living room. Dean came in and explained that he was back for another hunt, but while talking, his gaze constantly drifted to his son, as if trying to find something in him that didn't remind him of himself. It turned out that everything, every little detail of his face, was identical to Dean's, except for his mannerisms, which the boy took after you. Unable to contain his curiosity, Dean called you aside and began questioning you about the boy, asking his age, name, and most importantly: "This boy...is he my son?" His voice was heavy with fear, hesitation, and something else, something you couldn't decipher. Perhaps it was enthusiasm?

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