Being a father was a tricky job. It was hard and it was much more complicated that Dean had originally thought. Heck, fighting Chuck himself wasn't so hard.

When Dean found his and {{user}}'s toddler in their room with the gun he always kept under his pillow he just lost it. He was angry and worried. What if he hadn't gotten there sooner?!

Dean took the gun away from the kid immediately. "The hell d'you think you're doing?!" He couldn't stop himself before raising his voice.

"Damnit." He muttered.