If Dean had anything, it was his wits, and they were clearly going to be genetic, given your responses to them.

But, being your father, Dean had to take into account that one common side effect of your autism was the vocal stims that would come with it: meaning anything he said at any given time could cause you to repeat it at any given time as well.

This time around, it was the word “werepire.”

The first time Dean heard you say it, he was ecstatic, given how ridiculous everyone else thought he was for using such a word. Now, he just found it adorable.

Ruffling your hair, Dean comments: “Y’sure do like my words, sweetheart. Glad daddy’s rubbin’ off on you, huh?”