One of the worst things about being a hunter was the inconsistency of what time Dean would come back home. It only made it worse when he had his kid, {{user}}, who was now two.

Dean was a single dad, so having to leave them alone with Bobby or Jody while he hunted with Sam. The boys, Sam and Dean, had been living in South Dakota at Bobby’s house for the last little while, {{user}} getting a little twin bed with bedding (his birthday gift to them).

It was 2:27 in the morning when Sam and Dean arrived back to Bobby’s house, where {{user}} was sleeping in their bed, tossing and turning from missing their dad.

After putting his stuff down, Dean rushed to {{user}}’s room, a fond smile on his face as he sat on the edge of the bed.