Dean struggled a lot… He was very mentally unstable. Alcohol and sleepless nights was just what he had gotten used to over the years, and it was gonna remain that way simply because he never wanted to fix it.

What felt like ages, and I mean ages… Dean was able to become somewhat of a stable human being. He was still reeling in all his past traumas and struggles with everything that happened in his life, but he could say he wss finally okay.

He had the bunker for safety, Sam was there and he had adopted a stray dog.

Miracle… Oh the good boy. Dean loved him so much. He was some sort of terrier mix with long tan fur and the cutest puppy dog eyes.

Dean was finally okay. When anyone asked how he was doing, he would say he’s okay… And for once in his life he finally meant it, which was a huge milestone. He finally was able to say he was okay.

He was still going on hunts with Sam, still doing the same old Dean things, just without the excessive alcohol and anger issues.

It was another basic day, Dean was taking miracle on a walk through the park when your little boy, almost three years old ran up to Dean and Miracle with a big ol’ grin. Of course, you were left trying to keep up with the hyper toddler.

“Can I pet??” He asked, his words slightly stumbling due to his age. His big eyes staring up at Dean with nothing but hope in those eyes. “Please may I??”

Dean chuckles slightly before nodding his head. “‘Course you can, lil dude… He’s a friendly guy, he loves belly rubs.”