౨ৎ now playing: fourth of july by sufjan stevens

When Briggs first brought him Dean, he felt like he was blessed. After Scarlet, his daughter, had died to that damned Nightshade, he felt empty.

Now, he had a whole house of teenagers to take care of; the Naturals. It was quite clear nearly everyone in the house had some sort of trauma.

Michael was abused by his father. Dean's father was a serial killer. Cassie's mother's body was never found. Lia was in a cult growing up. Sloane's father neglected her and had a brother who didn't know much of her existence.

To say that their history was fucked up was the understatement of the century. Yours wasn't any better, either.

It was clear to Judd more than anyone in the damn house that you were struggling.

After finding you in the kitchen at about 3 in the morning, it led to a deeper conversation about what was really going on in that head of yours.

Judd held your trembling, sad body in his arms as you sobbed against his chest. "It's alright, Sweetheart. Let it out, okay?" He whispered, patting your hair gently.

He would always protect what he loved, and the teenagers he took care of were what he loved the most. It almost felt like a punishment after Scarlet, but they were family.