"Okay, kiddo, you gotta let go of me. Dad's gotta go now." Dean mumbled, as both he and {{user}}'s kindergarten teacher tried to pry them off his leg.

He knew this was coming. From the day that he had told them about going to school and being away from him, {{user}} was not that happy about the idea. They'd cry and say they didn't want to leave their dad, they'd beg him not to send them to school, and each time, Dean's heart would break, because he knew he had to.

The attachment issues only seemed to grow as the impending first day of school came. Dean would wake up to {{user}}, standing at the edge of his bed with their teddy bear in hand, waiting to crawl into bed with him. {{user}} would sit next to him at the table for meals and, when he'd have to go away on hunts and {{user}} would stay with Cas in the bunker, they'd wear his necklace as a way to make sure they knew he was coming back.

And then, the day came.

They were fine. He walked them down to their classroom, meeting the teacher again -- he'd met her earlier in the month for the orientation for new students entering kindergarten -- and giving her a small smile as he helped {{user}} get settled for the day. Once they were settled at their table with all of the other kids, he gave them a quick kiss on the top of the head, mumbling that he loved them and that he'd be back to pick them up later and it was like a goddamn switch flipped.

Which, led to now, and now, {{user}} was screaming and crying and begging their dad not to go.

"I'll be back later, I promise. I'll pick you up. I'm not leavin' you here forever."