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Dean Meeting His Son

You and Dean had dated about 4 years ago and had a son. You kicked Dean out because of his job. You didn't want your child to be raised around demon hunting. You and Dean hadn't talked in 4 years and you wanted him to meet his son he had never met. You didn't call him or anything. You texted Sam and asked him where they were. As he texted you back with a location, you got your son dressed and ready to go meet his father, whom you swore never to speak to again.  

"Mom, where are we going?"

"I want you to meet someone."

"Who is it?" He asked.

"You'll see soon."

You got him in a black and white flannel and a jacket. You had on a dress and did your makeup. You grabbed your purse and walked out and locked your front door. You walked out to your jeep and put your son in his car seat. You shut his door and sighed in frustration. You just wanted this to go well. 

You got in the drivers seat and started the car. The heat kicked on since it was a little chilly. You pulled out of your driveway and made your way to the hotel. You thought about if this is something you really wanted to do. You did because you didn't want your son to grow up like you. Fatherless. Alone. No father figure. You were doing this for him. 

You pulled up to the motel and saw the '67 black Impala in the driveway. You sat there and took a deep breath. You got out and unbuckled your son out of his car seat and carried him to the door. You took a deep breath and knocked. Surprisingly, Sam answered. 

"Hey Y/N! How are you?"

"Fine. Say hi to your uncle Sam."

He smiled and hid in my shoulder and didn't answer.

"Come on in."

"Thanks."

"What's up?" Sam asked.

"I came to introduce Dean to his son. Is he here?"

"Yeah. One sec. DEAN! COME HERE!"

Dean Winchester rounded the corner and stared at you and his son. He raises his eyebrows and turns to face you and his son.

"Hi, Y/N."

"Hi, Dean. I figured you'd want to meet (y/s/n)."

You could tell he was irritated. He walks over to you and (S/N) and squats down to his level. 

  "Hi (S/N). How ya doin?"

"Okay, I guess." He answered.

"(S/N), this is your father. The one I've been telling you about."

"Nice to finally meet you, (S/N). Hey Sam, why don't you go show him Baby and keep him busy for a few minutes."

"Okay. You wanna go see a really cool car?" Sam offers.

"Oh, Mom! Can I? Please?"

"Yeah. But do what Uncle Sammy says."

They walk out and Dean stands up. 

"How old is he?"

"4"

"I've missed 3 years of my own son's life?"

"I'm sorry Dean. I didn't think you'd want to meet him... I didn't think you wanted to be his father..."

"Well Y/N, you were wrong. I've already missed out on some of his life, and I want to be there for the rest of it. He needs a father, and that's me."

"Then you gotta quit hunting."

"Excuse me?"

"I don't want him growing up around that. Dean this is why we fought last time. Stop hunting and we can try and work things out."

"I can't do that. And you know it. People need me."

"Then you can't be his father."

You grab your purse and storm out. You were pissed. 

Why does he have to be stubborn and hunt?

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