⟨⟨Dean Winchester⟩⟩

When the news of your pregnancy reached him, he dropped everything and rushed out, his heart pounding. It was ironic to see the Dean, the serious, confident, and tough guy, nearly faint at the news that he was going to be a dad. His dedication to demon hunting was hanging by a thread, but that didn't matter when your health was at stake.

Seven years had passed since the news. It was winter, and you were painting a landscape portrait in the dining room, listening to Dean's laughter and Sophia's squeal. Dean had always wanted a son, but he wasn't disappointed by the outcome. He had always wanted to be a father; for him, this was a dream come true. Dean was crouching down, making snowballs. He had suggested the game to Sophia, bundling the little girl up in layers of warm clothing. Dean prepared to throw, but Sophia hit him in the back with a snowball.
⟨⟨Dean⟩⟩: "You little rascal!" he says softly, before picking her up in his arms and throwing himself down in the snow next to his daughter.