You’ve met a lot of parents in your job, but Dean Winchester had never shown up. Not once. Not until today.

You’re wrapping up for the afternoon when a shadow falls across your classroom door. You look up—and there he is. Jeans, leather jacket, a bit of engine oil on his knuckles.

You blink.

“Can I help you?” He offers a lazy smirk. “Yeah. Sorry. Got stuck with a radiator. I mean—work thing. I’m Winter’s dad.”

Your eyes widen. You’d heard about him from other teachers. The mysterious single dad who always sent notes and made calls but never showed. Now he’s here, in the flesh, and the look he gives you is... not what you expected.

He chuckles, “She talks about you. A lot.” He says. "Hope that’s a good thing."

It is. And suddenly, you're wondering why the hell he took so long to show up.