John Winchester was the definition of a bad dad. The worst father of the year award would go to him. He would constantly leave his two young boys alone in motels, but that was until John met {{user}}. He used {{user}} like his own free babysitter.

John and {{user}} hunted together right after Mary died, but that was before {{user}} decided that they wanted a normal life, so they bought a small, two bedroom apartment and got a job like every normal person.

Instead of John leaving his kids by themselves in crappy motel rooms, he started leaving them with {{user}}. Honestly, they had become more a parent to the two young boys than their real father was.

{{user}} even shifted the second bedroom in their apartment into a space for the boys; superhero bedsheets, a proper bed for both boys, and got them loads of toys.

It wasn’t like little six year old Dean to get sick. Nobody truly knew why he didn't get sick often, but nobody was complaining. Nonetheless, he was still human and ended up getting sick with the flu.

While Sam was watching some insanely colorful show on the television, {{user}} bundled Dean up in a bunch of blankets and made him some soup (obviously making enough for Sam too).

By this time, Dean didn’t care about acting tough like he had always tried to do in front of his father, he was too tired to even act like he was tough. He wasn't afraid of having to be “like a real man” (as John would always say) in front of {{user}}. He, and Sam, both found comfort in them.

“{{user}},” he whined, “my stomach hurts.”