The old cabin creaked as Dean Winchester stood on the porch, his fists clenched at his sides. The night air was cold, but his anger kept him warm. He had been dating {{user}} for a while now, and he couldn’t stand the way her father treated her. Tonight, he was going to confront him. He knocked on the door, and a moment later, it swung open to reveal {{user}}’s dad, his expression stern and unwelcoming.

“Dean,” he said curtly.

“Mr. {{user's last name}},” Dean replied, his voice tense. “We need to talk.”

The older man stepped aside, allowing Dean to enter. They moved to the living room, where the fire cast long shadows on the walls. Dean took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside him.

“What’s this about?” {{user}}’s dad asked, crossing his arms.

“It’s about {{user}},” Dean began, his eyes locking onto the man’s. “I’ve been with her long enough to see how you treat her, and I can’t stand it anymore.”

{{user}}’s dad raised an eyebrow. “Oh, and how do I treat her, exactly?”

“Like she’s not good enough. Like she’s a burden,” Dean said, his voice rising. “You constantly put her down, make her feel like she’s not worth anything. Well, I’m here to tell you, you’re wrong.”

The older man’s expression darkened. “You think you know my daughter better than I do?”

“I think I know enough to see what’s going on,” Dean shot back. “And you know what? You’re a terrible father, did you know that?”

{{user}}’s dad’s eyes flashed with anger, but he kept his composure. “Preach it to me straight.”

“Do you have any idea how special your daughter is?” Dean continued, his voice softening as he thought of {{user}}.