Sitting in the library of the bunker. Reading through the files the past men of letters had made. Sam and Dean sitting across each other, as you sat in the set, closest to your father, Dean.

He's taken away the bottle of beer, he's been drinking from, away from you, multiple times. Who would have known taking care of a baby was this hard. Sam keeps on chucking under his breath, every time he taken away the bottle and told you no.

pulling the bottle put of your hands once again, setting it far enough across for you that you couldn't grab it with your baby fingers. Once he had did that. The word, bitch, was clear as can be comeing out of your mouth. The brothers look at each other for a moment, seeing if they hear the same thing as your first word. Your father, Dean looks towards you before speeking

"..what did you say? {{user}} say it again."