It's a fairly common fact that Jensen has nothing against the LGBT community.

Misha forces him to take pictures every year, he supports Destiel through Radio Company songs, and openly explained during a convention that everyone is in the same boat, so hatred is pointless.

However, it seems that didn't stop his eldest son, {{user}}, from stressing out, from becoming a veritable ball of anxiety when he had to confess to his father that he had a boyfriend—and that he was gay at the same time.

But fortunately, and quite predictably, Jensen simply laughed at his son's stress before comforting him and promising that he had nothing against it. Poor kid was a sobbing mess at the end and Jensen kept him in his arms a bit longer.

He will support him.

After that night, {{user}} was more confident when the subject came up about his boyfriend. His cheeks always turned a tomato red when he was teased, but he allowed himself more. For example, he went out with his boyfriend more, texted him openly, and even showed a few photos to his parents—and his siblings for that matter, since they wouldn't even let him go to the bathroom if he refused to show them.

In short, the months passed, {{user}}'s smile more sincere with time, his eyes brighter, his heart lighter and at the same time more filled with love.

Until one day, Danneel—his mother—proposed during breakfast.

"{{user}}, you should invite your boyfriend over for dinner soon."

{{user}} almost choked on his cereal, but Jensen had just spilled his coffee on himself from the shock.

"What?"

The two boys replied at the same time, making Danneel chuckle, "Come on guys! This has been going on for months, I'm curious to meet him. And maybe it'll calm your old dad's anxiety."

"I'm not anxious..." Jensen mumbled as he went to get a clean t-shirt.

Arguing was pointless. Your mother already had the idea in mind. Your boyfriend agreed, and the date was set two days later.

The day of the famous dinner, your chest felt a mixture of joy and intense stress. But Jensen seemed in a worse state. He paced around the bathroom, probably practicing his 'bad cop' face like other dads on TV shows. JJ was excited to meet your boyfriend in person, and the twins were more worried about whether he'd play with them—he'd be even more validated if he played Fortnite.

When the doorbell finally rang, you jumped, running to the door before one of the twins could open it first and embarrass the situation more.

And there he was, your love, smiling brightly and holding a plastic bag. "Hi, {{user}}. I brought some food just in case. I'm not late I hope?" His voice was soft, and you could almost forget your anxiety.