Dean hadn't been planned.

When they had started this they were teenagers, hormones were at an all time high and quite honestly it had all been about sex and that was it. The thrill of the chase and the utter scandal of doing such a thing was the major driving force for them.

Mary was unlike any woman he had ever known, not that he had known many. She was direct, to the point, and assertive, not afraid to take control and go after what she had wanted.

And what she had wanted, was him.

Or more to the point the thing between his legs but he came along with it.

They didn't try to pretend that it was anything else. They didn't have dates, they didn't have secret notes being passed to one another, letters being sent in code, or any real communication other than where they were and if the other was down to meet up in a motel room for some fun.

Neither of them made any motion to make it anything else, they didn't want to or need to. John was busy studying for his initiation into the Men of Letters, something that took years for him to formally pass. Mary had been busy hunting everything that went bump in the night and if she ever had a problem she kept it to herself.

They never talked about anything really, if Mary had gotten hurt on a hunt and it would prevent them from some sort of sexual activity she told him but other than that she never said a word. He kept his studies to himself and like the other Letters, didn't tell her anything about what artifacts they had or any sort of supernatural information.

The only time they spent together was for sex, sometimes he ended up taking a shower as well, sometimes she'd join him in there for another round, but other than that once they were done he'd leave and go back to his own place to continue his studies and Mary would go off to do whatever it was she did.

They never did the cuddling thing, they never spoke about anything else, never hinted at anything else between them that would create anything other than the sexual relationship that they were both a part of.

He knew when it changed. It was after another time of sex and he had been putting his suit back on. He had gone to the mirror to properly make his tie when Mary had gotten up from the bed, the sheet wrapped around her naked body, and went to the radio to turn it on, the announcer of a football game narrating.

John paused, watching Mary sit down on the bed as she listened to the radio. His tongue felt like lead for a moment before he spoke. "Who's playing?"

Mary glanced at him, a bit surprised at the question, but answered. "Kansas Jayhawks vs. Washington State." she told him. "Right at home in Lawrence."

John slowly finished his tie and turned around. "You're from Lawrence?" he asked. It had been the longest conversation they've had since they started this.

"Born, raised, and trained." Mary confirmed with a nod, laying down on the bed and turning onto her side so that she could look at him. "You?"

John hesitated, but there was no harm in answering, not like she'd figure out where the bunker really was. "Lebanon."

Mary smiled at that, it relaxed her and it made her look that much softer, John felt a small pang and warmth in his chest at the sight of it. "We're basically neighbors." she said.

John absentmindedly tugged at his tie, it was suddenly a bit too tight on him, glancing at the radio. He did have some money riding on the game after all. "Mind if I stay and listen?"

Mary waved at the rest of the bed. "Feel free." she said. "I put down some bets earlier so I want to make sure that I know if I won or not."

John sat down on the edge of the bed, loosening his tie and leaning back against the headboard, all too aware of his shoes and clothes at the moment. "Who'd you bet for?"

Mary laughed. "You have to ask?" she teased. "Kansas State, all the way."

John laughed with her, smiling. "Me too."

"You're placing bets with the bookies?" Mary asked, raising an eyebrow, a mischievous smile on her face. "How naughty."

And that was the spark. They listened to the announcer, Mary pumped her fist into the air every time Kansas scored. At some point John ordered a pizza for them to share.

And they talked. They talked the entire time, learning new things about each other.

They had a lot more in common than they first thought, they had similar tastes in music, movies, and books. Mary could hold her drinks easily, she pulled out a couple six packs from the cooler she brought in to add to the pizza, and they would tap their beers together when the team scored as well.

Mary grinned widely when the final score was announced, 29-8, and she laughed in delight. "Looks like we won all around." she said, bringing her up to toast him before she downed it.

John laughed and did the same, feeling a pleasant buzz from the beer and the food. He placed the can on top of the empty box, unsure of what to do now. He didn't feel confident enough to drive back to his home and he couldn't leave the car here. He could go to the office and get his own room.

Mary answered it for him, she cleared the bed of its containers and fluffed it to get rid of any crumbs that were laying around. She raised an eyebrow at him. "You staying the night?" she asked.

John worked his jaw from side to side. "Am I allowed?" he asked.

Mary nodded, her gaze open and unguarded. There had been a shift, and he was sure that she had felt it too, but he was uncertain, he couldn't feel his footing anymore and had no idea how to react with this anymore.

He undressed again, folding everything and putting them to the side until he got to his boxers and laid down on the bed. Mary turned the light off and got into the bed as well, staying on her side. Even in the dark of the night he could feel her eyes on him.

"Night John." she told him softly.

"Good night." John said just as softly. "Mary."

Things changed between them after that night, they got more...intimate. Intimate in a way that they hadn't before. It started with talking more, opening up more to her and her to him. She'd have a motel room and he started to bring food as well. He stayed the night more and more and would buy them breakfast in the morning.

He never really had a friend, not growing up and not now. There were other Men of Letters children that he would attend lessons with but other than that he nothing else. He found out that Mary was the same, hunting prevented her from being able to connect with the other children around her and later on, the hunters in her life weren't the type she wanted to be more than acquaintances with.

They were semi dating, at least Mary teased him about it. They went out to bars at night, both of them were hustling for money. Mary played up the whole blonde, wide eyed innocent girl to a tee when she played pool and John played the cards the right way, enabling them to leave with their pockets heavier than when they came in.

He started to look forward to it more and more, and not just the having sex part. He enjoyed their conversations, he enjoyed spending time with her, he enjoyed being with her plain and simple.

But then everything changed. He came to the motel she called him and when he knocked on the door she answered, looking grave and distraught.

"What's wrong?" John asked, coming into the room and closing the door behind him. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her tightly, feeling the knot get worse in his chest when she leaned into his chest and embrace. Mary was a touchy feely kind of girl but she never really sought comfort from him like this. "What's wrong sweetheart?"

He felt Mary swallow hard, she was even shaking slightly. Taking a deep breath she pulled away from his embrace enough to grab something from the table, handing it to him.

He took the piece of plastic from her, feeling his stomach drop when he saw the small plus sign.

He tried to do the right thing. He proposed right then and there, damn everything else. Damn his studying, damn his initiation, damn the Letters. If Mary was carrying his child he was going to marry her and not have a bastard child.

Mary was the one that refused, getting that hard look in her voice and eyes that he had grown familiar with. She was the one to bring up the Letters and everything that he had worked for, refusing to budge no matter what he tried to argue with. She had no problem raising the child on her own, she had no problem being an unwed mother, she had always had a feeling that it was going to end up like that one way or another.

He tried to argue, he tried to compromise, he tried to use everything that he had to make her budge and change her mind to no avail. Mary was the most stubborn person he knew and he wasn't going to lie and say that it didn't turn him on in a way.

But she did compromise. She was planning on having the child and raising in on her own with her parents occasionally helping. He'd kept coming to her and the child in secret to try his best to help raise it to the best of his ability. It would be a ragtag team of parenting but to hell of it if John was going to be absent in his own child's life.

Dean wasn't a planned child. But he was damn well loved before he was even born.

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