Dean tried to give {{user}} a normal life. Well, as normal as he could. He had found them in middle of a hunt when they were just a baby and had taken them in as if he was their real father.

{{user}} was a demon, that much wasn’t a secret. Dean knew, Cas knew, Sam knew, hell, everyone knew. They may have been a demon, but they sure as hell didn’t act like one.

They were caring, sweet, and everything a true demon isn’t. {{user}} looked like a demon from a story; black eyes and tiny horns at the top of their head, but that didn’t mean they acted like one.

They tried to hide it, but sometimes it was hard. Sure, {{user}} had tried to use contacts to color change their eyes, but it was really hard when it came to their horns.

People took one look at {{user}} and didn’t think twice before walking the other way. They were only six, and they didn’t understand why people never wanted to be friends with them.

One day, {{user}} had gone off to the park with Dean, who was sitting on a nearby bench, when {{user}} came up to him in tears.

A kid at the playground called them a freak, and Dean wanted to kill that kid. But, he couldn’t show his anger, he had to be there to listen and comfort {{user}}.