Life was good for Dean.

He and {{user}} gave up hunting. The pair had settled down. They got a house, got married. They even had a baby — a little girl of their own.

Which meant that now, they would do things that normal families would. They would go on family trips, go to the movies. They’d celebrate Christmas and Thanksgivings like normal families. Everything was great.

But, of course, there were the downsides.

Today was their five-year- old daughter’s dance recital. The one that she had been looking forward to for weeks, always telling them about it. She would show them the dances that she did and would always be so ecstatic when they would clap for her at the end. She made her parents promise to be there. And they both did.

But, of course, Dean was late.

He didn’t show up until halfway through the entire show. Which made {{user}} furious. They didn’t even look at him when he sat down.

“I’m here now,” he leaned over, whispering into their ear. “And I didn’t miss her performance. I think you should cut me some slack.”