When you're younger all you want to do is grow up and start a life of your own. There's this great big world you can go explore. You make all these plans for the future, all the adventures you want to go on, the places you want to visit, the memorise you're going to make. But all of that can change in a blink of an eye.
It can all change by two pink lines on a little plastic stick. Well it changed everything for Y/N.
*
She'd just turned nineteen and she and Dean had been seeing each other since he rolled into town. He hadn't been in town long, maybe a month or two, but it was long enough. When they'd first met it didn't take Y/N long too fall for his charm and stupidly bright green eyes. And soon they'd fallen into bed together multiple times, which lead to her current situation.
When she went to go tell him the person who answered the motel door wasn't Dean, but one of the motel staff.
"Can I help you?" The maid asked, her voice laced with annoyance.
"I'm sorry. I guess I got the wrong room." Y/N turned away and walked back to her car.
When she slid into the drivers seat se refused to let any tears spill. When they started this, whatever you want to call it, Dean had told her that he doesn't stay in town long. But now Y/N was sitting in her car, a baby growing inside her womb, and it's father probably three states over by now.
But Y/N still wanted to tell him, he had a right to know. So dialing his number she waited, but he never picked up.
*
"Dean, answer you phone before I throw it out of the car." Dean heard Sam grumble, still half asleep.
Dean sighed and pulled out his phone, eyes widening at the name being diplayed. 'Y/N'. He took a breath before pushing the ignore button. He had wanted to give her a clean break; Y/N was a sweet girl, and he didn't want to fuck up her life because she got involved with him.
His phone went off a couple more times before he finally turned it off.
*
Y/N threw her phone into the backseat of her car after the third ignored call. She was freely crying now, but it was clear now that he wasn't going to talk to her, let alone come back. So she drove away from the motel and went home. There was a lot of plans she was going to have to make, and cancel because of this baby.
Three months into the pregnancy and everyone in her town knew. It was all she heard when she left the house. Everywhere she went there would be people telling her that she wasn't ready for a baby, that if she kept it she'd have to grow up quick. She knew all of that, but this was her life and she was going to show everybody that they were wrong. She could be a great mother.
Six months into the pregnancy and a couple more calls to Dean, she had found herself a little one room apartment and a job, well two jobs. A cashier from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. and waiting tables at the local diner from 4 to 10; and she'd enrolled herself in night classes at the local community college. Y/N was trying, she was busting her ass trying to get everything together for her little girl.
A month after little Alexis Marie L/N was born Y/N couldn't begin to describe the love she had for her little girl. Alex was over all a quiet baby, only ever cried if she was hungry or her diaper was full. She'd inheritied her fathers green eyes and got a light dusting of freckles across her nose. Y/N thought she was the most beautiful baby she'd ever seen, but she was biased because Alex was her baby.
* (6 yrs later)
Seven a.m. was not a reasonable time for anyone to wake up, especialy a six year old. But Alex took after her mother, both her and Y/N would gladly sleed all day if they could. And Saturdays were the days that they could, Y/N didn't have to work on Saturday and Alex didn't have to go to school; it was their day, mother and daughter time.
But this Saturday someone had different ideas. But seriously, who the hell rings the door bell at seven in the damn morning.
"Can I help you?" Y/N, opened the door as far as she could with the chain still attached; a habit she would probably never grow out of.
"Sorry to disturb you ma'am, but I'm Agent Hetfield. I'd like to ask you a couple quesetions."
Y/N stopped momentarily because she knew that voice. It's been six years but she knew that voice. She quickly closed the door and undid the chain and pulled the door open all the way. She never thought she'd see him agian, not after he left town.
"Dean?" She muttered just loud enough for him to register she had said something. "Dean Winchester?"
"Y/N?" She just nodded. She didn't trust herself to not yell at him for what he'd done. For what he's left behind.
But before either of them got a chance to speak a little girl with big green eyes came up behind her mother. A pout sat on her face, and a stuffed turtle was cluched in her arms. The little girl wanted her mom to come make her pancakes, but when she saw the man at the door she went to hide behind her mother.
"Mommy, I'm hungry." Y/N looked down at Alex before looking back to Dean.
Dean's eyes were wide when he saw the little girl. She looked just like her mother, except for her big green eyes and the light freckles across her nose. He felt like shit now; that day he left he'd ignored every call from her. And now all he wanted to do was go back and accept at least one phone call.
"Y/N." He waited for her to look back at him before he asked the question and seemed like an asshole for asking, but he had to know for sure. "Is she mine?"
Y/N just nodded, looking at the man with the bright green eyes.
