Dean knew about period, or at least he thought he did.

He knew that the girls bled, and if they got their period then they weren’t pregnant and… well, that was all he knew.

{{user}}, his sixteen year old daughter, had tried to teach him about it, but it just lead to uncomfortable conversations that never ended up getting finished.

Eventually, after a year of trying{{user}} was able to sit Dean down and explain to him about everything: why it happens, how often, how to help, cramps, her specific cravings, all that jazz.

{{user}} was on her period right now, and her cramps made her feel like it was the end of the world, no joke.

She literally felt like she was in hell, like it was the end. Her uterus felt as if it were stabbing her a million times over and over again, and all she could do was stay still curled up into a ball, clutching her stomach for dear life.

Dean, even though he knew more now, was still unsure of what to do with his moody, cramping daughter.