Dean Winchester.

He came into town seven years ago, driving his sexy and vintage Chevy Impala, leaving you quite fascinated at what a guy like him was doing in the small town you were living it at the time.

Clicked with each other, you spent his whole week together... a two night stand and a lot of drinks and talking.

You genuinely liked him. Other than how dreamy he was at night, he was kind but fierce at heart. He intrigued you, you wanted to spend more time with him and he felt the same way too.

But then he disappeared.

One day you went over to the motel he was staying at and found out that he had checked out, left town.

You sulked after that, even the number he had left in your jeans pocket couldn't cheer you up. You were lonely in this town, all you were doing here was earning money to survive.

But it didn't matter any more.

Dean was gone, and you'd probably never hear of him again.

*****

"Mommy, you have to drop me at Jackson's house!" Your son called out and you face-palmed. "Oh I completely forgot!" You looked to Dean, "I'm sorry but we'll have to talk later on. I need to take him to his friend's house."

He nodded, not saying a word, then walked out the door. You bit your lip, were you too harsh?

You'd argue that it was his fault, he didn't even try to keep contact.

But then again you didn't either.

"You know mommy, Jackson has a 'SuperCop 3000'," Your son said with a grin and you glared at him, as you both walked to the car.

"I told you to give me three reasons then I'll buy it," You reminded and he sighed.

Dean watched the family of two drive away, questions racing through his head wondering about all that he missed out on... all that he could have had if he just called you on the phone again.

The next day...

DING! DONG!

You walked to the door and unlocked it, opening it slowly-

"Hey [y/n]!" A man greeted... the same man that you met yesterday but now he was wearing a flannel shirt and a jacket with jeans.

"Hi Dean," You said flatly and opened the door to let him in. He smiled smugly, looking into the living room to see if your son was there.

"Where's [y/s/n]?"

"Upstairs in his bedroom, why?"

"Oh nothing... Could I meet him? I didn't get a chance to say hi to him yesterday," Dean requested and you sighed while nodding your head.

The Winchester made his way upstairs, stopping midway to look at the picture frames on the wall of you and your son. There were some from when he was a few months old, till a few where he was five years old.

Dean smiled... then frowned a little. He would love to be a part of a family.

He walked down the hallway to find a room at the end with a sign, in scrawled handwriting, saying 'NO ONE ALLOWED (except mommy)'.

He smirked then mumbled, "Mommy's boy, how sweet."

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Dean waited for a moment then opened the door and peeked in, finding [y/s/n] playing with a bunch of you cars on his 'city map' carpet.

Dean smiled then looked around the room. There were posters of cars and rock stars stuck all around, along with his art work. He had an ACDC mug and a Queen themed rug near the window.

Dean raised his eyebrows, finding it fascinating that his likings are similar to his.

"Hey [y/s/n], I thought I'd say hi. I'm Dean, one of your mom's old friends, in case she didn't tell you," Dean sat on the floor opposite your son and watched him play, "I got you something. I hope you like it."

Your son stopped playing then looked through the gift bag, immediately squealing with you when he saw what was inside.

"Is that what I think it is?!" He questioned with excitement and Dean nodded, a grin on his lips.

"Thank you!" He got up and ran to his door to show his mother, "MOMMY LOOK!"

You heard a small boy scream at you and  run into the kitchen. "Dean got me the SuperCop 3000!" He told, waving the box in the air. You looked at it with no words to say, then glanced up to Dean who was approaching both of you.

You squinted at him... Was he trying to win you over?

"Your mom told me to get it on the way here," Dean said and you crossed your arms. You son hugged your legs tightly, "Thank you mommy! You're the best mom in the world!"

"No problem sweetheart," You said flatly, "Now go enjoy and I'll call you when the pie is ready."

He ran upstairs to play with his toy and you glared at Dean. "Bribing a child into liking you, that's great..." You stated and he raised an eyebrow.

"Okay look, I know there's something I need to know about [y/s/n] and its probably why you're pushing me away," Dean said with seriousness, "I mean, the love for rock and cars, the pie, the green eyes... come on! He's seven and we met seven years-"

You shook your head quickly, "Wait, you think [y/s/n] is yours?" Dean nodded slowly with confusion and you smiled softly.

"Dean I'm sorry he's not your son," You sighed and he looked at you with heartbreak.

"What? But it's so clear..."

"His love for rock and cars comes from me! Don't you remember us talking all night about sweet tunes and those cassette tapes you have?" You added, "The stuff in his room is mostly mine. He loves it as much as me."

You stepped closer to him and held his hands, "He has a sweet tooth, he loves any dessert but he loves pie the most. I ate a lot of it when I was pregnant. He's exactly like you, he even talks like you sometimes. I tested him twice to be sure. I'm sorry Dean..."

Dean's happiness was crushed by your confession. He really liked the idea of having an offspring, for some reason suddenly. It sort of gave him some inner purpose to succeed at.

"O-Oh... that's fine," He scratched his neck and smiled nervously, "So who's kid is he?"

You rolled your eyes, "Some green-eyed douche bag who I thought loved me but as soon as I found out I was pregnant he bailed and never came back."

You bit your lip, "I-I thought of you all that time Dean, thinking that you would never leave me like that... right?"

"No of course not, I wouldn't even think of it," He stared at your eyes in awe and caressed your cheek, "Even though we had just spent a week together, you're too special and I've never felt like this for someone-"

You pecked him on the lips and he smiled slightly, then brought you closer for another much longer one. He pushed you into the counter as his hands slithered around your waist.

"Please stay Dean, for me... and [y/s/n], he'd like to have a father-figure around," You requested, "You could have dinner with us... or at least the pie."

He smirked, "You know I could never say no to that."