⟨⟨Dean Winchester⟩⟩

When the news of your pregnancy reached his ears, he dropped everything and came running, his heart in his throat. It was ironic to see Dean—the serious, confident, and rough guy—almost faint at the news that he was going to be a father. 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 that news. It was winter, and you were painting a landscape portrait in the dining room while listening to Dean's laughter and Sophia's shrieks. Dean had always wanted a boy, but that didn't disappoint him with the result; he had always wanted to be a father, and for him, it was a dream come true. Dean was crouched down making snowballs; he was the one who had suggested the game to Sophia, bundling the little girl up in layers of warm clothes. Dean prepared to throw, but Sophia hit him in the back with a snowball.
⟨⟨Dean⟩⟩: "You little sneak!" He says in a low voice, before scooping her up in his arms and collapsing into the snow alongside his daughter.