"I DON' WANNA GO!"
"Dean, sweetheart, please. You have to go. Daycare won't be so bad."
"BUT I DON' KNOW ANYBODY! I'M GUNNA BE ALL ALONE!"
"Listen to your mother, kiddo. You're making her late for her interview."
"GOOD!"
"Dean Robert Winchester you are going to daycare, and that is final!"
The three year old froze in the middle of his morning tantrum and stared up at his father. He couldn't believe that his father had yelled at him.
His mother slowly walked up to his father. "John, calm down. You're scaring him."
His parents glanced at the small child who was looking at his father in fear.
Dean's lip began to quiver. "I'm sorry, Daddy." He ran up and hugged his father's legs. "I'm sorry!"
John's angry expression softened as tears started to fall from his son's eyes. He bent down and picked him up. "It's okay, buddy. You're still going to daycare, though." He wiped Dean's tears with his thumb.
Dean nodded. "I will. I'll try to make some friends."
John's lips curved up into a smile. "That's my boy." He set Dean on his feet again. "So who do you want to take you to daycare? Me or Mom?"
Dean's eyebrows knitted together like he was trying to figure out the answer to a tough question, but to a three year old, choosing between his parents is a tough question. "Umm…both!" The small child did a little jig as he came up with a perfect solution. "You and Mommy!"
His parents laughed.
"Okay, kiddo," John said, kissing his wife's cheek. "I'm sure Bobby won't mind if I'm a little late. I'm going to go start the car."
"Oh, so you leave me with the child?" his wife said sarcastically.
John winked. "You know it, Mary."
Mary shook her head, holding her hand out to Dean as John left the house. "Come on, Dean. Grab your backpack."
Dean bounced, grabbing his Batman backpack, then taking his mom's hand.
He was nervous for daycare. He'd never gone to one before and he and his parents had just moved to the small town of Lawrence, Kansas. But Dean was prepared. He had his favorite superhero on his backpack (and on his underwear), and he had on an ACDC t-shirt. He was ready.
The short drive to the daycare was quiet. Dean kept fidgeting in his car seat, his nervousness growing the closer they got.
"Momma?" he asked quietly.
"What, sweetheart?" Mary turned around in her seat to see her son looking at his hands. "Dean, what's the matter?"
The small boy slowly looked up at his mother. "What if the other kids don't like me?"
"Don't think like that, kiddo," John said, glancing at his son through the rear-view mirror. "They'll like you. You are a Winchester, after all."
Dean smiled a little, not believing his dad. "Okay."