currently thinking about dean, and that time he was time travelled back to august of 1982. mary and john were fighting, and mary recognized dean as the handsome young man who had shown up twice in her life at pivotal moments (and somehow she always forgets about him when he leaves, how very odd) and he's so kind and gentle... until they're naked in her marital bed, and she's never experienced anything quite as intense as the way he fucks her.
'gonna put a baby in you,' he grunts, and she shouldn't let it happen but she wants so badly. she's never sure after if it was him or john that made her little sammy, and then there's a fire and death and a secret she took to the grave.
And Dean, back in his own time, getting a bit of Sam's DNA because what if it worked. And when he gets the results...
"Who's your daddy?" he says, buried balls deep in Sam.
Sammy rolls his eyes but says "you are," because Dean showed him the results earlier that day.
"Fuck yeah, I'm your daddy. I made you, baby boy," and isn't that the most delicious thing Dean's ever thought.
