Dean was leaning against the back fence of the house, cigarette on his lips, when Bobby approached.

“You know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

Dean sighed. “If you’re talking about your daughter... yes. I mean... no. I mean... I’m trying.”

Bobby snorted. “She’s tough, stubborn and makes you lower your guard. Just like her mother.”

Dean looked at him.

“She’s not just another one, Bobby.”

The old man looked serious for a moment. Then, he nodded.

“So don’t ruin it. Because if you break my girl’s heart... I don’t need to be supernatural to hunt you down.”

Dean smiled from the corner. “Fair.”