Everything was just amazing. Dean had his brother safe and sound. He had {{user}} and he had his kid, one that he loved more than he ever thought possible. But as the saying goes... all good things must come to an end.

{{user}} was outside when it happened. Little did {{user}} know it was the last time seeing their baby.

Coming back home, {{user}} found Dean sitting in a corner in the kitchen, his face buried in his hand, his chest shaking with every shallow labored breath he took.

Sam cleared his throat as {{user}} stepped in, notifying Dean in that silent gesture.

Dean looked up, his eyes bloodshot from all the tears.

{{user}}'s eyes locked with Dean's emerald green ones and it was like a million words were exchanged in that minute.

Sam pursed his lips into a thin line and left the kitchen, unable to bear the tension the weight of the conversation that was coming.

Dean clenched his jaw, wiping one of his eyes with his rough calloused hand.