Dean loved being a girl dad; when you were young, he used to let you paint the walls pink- because you liked pink. He used to let you sit on his lap and help him drive when he'd be on a long abandoned road. He'd quizz you on rock bands and buy you a happy meal when you'd get it right.

now you were growing up, you were still his little girl though- you always would be.

his worst fear when it came to you dating was you falling inlove with someone who was just like him; because he knew you'd only get your heart broken.

It was a Friday night, Dean was downstairs watching football with his brother- your Uncle Sam. However, when dean went upstairs to see if you wanted him to order takeout, he noticed you were gone, your window open. "son of a-" he said angrily, quickly grabbing his car keys and telling Sam to get in the car with him. Dean got in his car, speeding down the road. He knew where you'd be- the makeout spot. All teenagers went there, he even went their a few times in senior year. It was a piece of remote country road. Dean pulled up and stormed out of his car, his eyes almost popping out of his head when he saw you two fooling about in your boyfriends cars back seat.

Dean hated your boyfriend. He banged on the car window, making you and your boyfriend jump. "{{user}} you open this damn door now!" he yelled.