It had been a rough day for everyone. But mainly Dean and his one year old kid, {{user}}.

To start off the day, {{user}} had been grumpy since they woke up. They didn’t wanna get out of bed, brush their teeth/ gums, and didn’t wanna changed into clothes instead of their onesie. Didn't want to go to daycare, didn't want to be held but at the same time would cry if they were put down. They would cry if they didn't get the purple triangle toy. It had to be the purple one, or they would start crying. Again.

Then {{user}} wouldn’t eat their dinner, crying, screaming, and throwing it on the floor, and even at Dean a few times.

Finally, to end the night, they kept on crying for a reason unknown reason. They didn't want to get changed back into their onesie, a complete contrast from this morning, they once again didn't want to brush their teeth, they didn't want their hair being brushed and they didn't want to take a bath.

While Dean was putting them into their bed with a groan from a headache, they cried louder. He loved {{user}}, he truly did, but right now he couldn’t handle them. He caressed their cheek gently, even if he was exhausted, until they finally calmed down a little, falling asleep.

Turning on the baby monitor, and a night light, Dean closed the door and left the room. Going to the war room, he saw Sam and Cas sitting did. So, after getting himself a beer, he sat down with them.

“So how’s the little mon-“ Sam started, before getting cut off by a cry in the monitor. The crying got louder until something was said, that left the boys speechless.

“Dada!!” {{user}} cried. It was {{user}}'s very first word.