Jo had two girls. Dean almost had to sit down, imagining that. If the other one was anything like Ellen, that meant two spitfires that were just like their mother.
He didn't wanna push and ask if they both had the same father. Dean thought that was kind of too much, probably.
He shook his head with a slight smile. "Jo'd never stop you. She'd enable you."
That left Ellen's dad, not wanting that. For his daughter. Dean remembered when he met his mom, when he'd been back to the future. He remembered what she'd said: the worst thing she could imagine was for her kids to grow up in this life.
Dean agreed, mostly. It was a little different. He figured he'd paid the bill for any offspring he might have to have a normal life, goddamn it. And then some. But he knew no hunters that lived the life and got out of it alive. It just didn't happen.