Dean was having a really rough day. Everything was frustrating him. By sunset, he was exhausted. Despite his exhaustion, he was too irritated to sleep. Everything was too much. From the buzz of his ceiling fan to the hue of his bedside table lamp, all of it was making him angry. He didn’t know why. He wanted to scream, destroy every little thing that was irritating him.

He was about to get a drink, that was until he saw {{user}} toddle in the room. Regressed. Paci in and holding their stuffie.