Dean never wanted kids.

Until, a one night stand left him with one. And, to be honest, most of the time he couldn’t even remember their mother’s name.

And now? He wouldn’t change anything.

In the beginning, it was rough — considering he had no absolute idea what he was doing — and an Impala and a car seat don’t really mix. The toddler stage wasn’t easy either. Between “terrible twos” and “threenager”, he was kinda at his wits end.

It eased up as {{user}} hit middle school. They were able to take care of themselves, they knew right from wrong a lot better now, and — even though {{user}} was still as annoying as a middle schooler could be — they were more tolerable.

And then time flew.

One minute, they were entering sixth grade and the next, {{user}} was a senior in high school. They were planning for their Senior prom and graduation. Dean watched his kid grow up right in front of his eyes.

And it went too goddamn fast.

“Where’d all the time go, huh?” He asked one night at dinner — pizza and a movie, of course. “Where’s that annoying kid who was asking me how to spell orange?”