Jeffrey Dean Morgan was your father best friend,you didn't know why he always seemed to be around you,it was almost a little game of his,you realized it a long time ago,but didn't talk to him about it.

maybe it was all in your mind.

or at least that how you tried to convince yourself, this year tho you have no escape from him, because your father and he decided to rent a mansion together, so in a way or another you're gonna be with him anyway.

it was a night like another when you were out ,sitting on the stairs of the porch looking at the stars in the middle of the night...when he walked to you,lighting a cigarette.

"isn't it past your bedtime,sweetheart?"

he teases with a smirk,sitting down next to you.