Dean: “(Y/N), the FUCK have you DONE? How can you do this to me?….YOU CHOSE OUR ENEMIES?!…”
(Y/N): “Why do you even care, Dean?…”
Dean: “Because you are the only thing that i have left in this world…and you fucking backstabbed me?! Just…just go away! i can’t fucking look at you right now!”
Dean: “Seems like i only need your title now and then i’ll have everything and you got nothing…”
Seth: “Yeah i messed up but she’ll soon realize that you are nothing compared to me and guess who’ll hold her in his arms again…that’s right…ME!”
Dean: “I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Seth, because i know that she is the best thing that ever happened to me and i will never…NEVER let her go again!”
“I miss you daddy.” Your three-year-old daughter was on the couch facetiming Dean. He was working on Christmas which was heartbreaking. You wanted to be together on Christmas, but WWE had other plans. You were upset to say the least. You hated seeing (Y|D|N) upset. “I miss you, cupcake.” Dean responded. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve, so you had to get (Y|D|N)’s presents wrapped asap. You walked over, sitting beside her, seeing Dean’s face on the phone screen. “I think it’s getting time for her to go to bed.” You said, taking the phone. “I want daddy.” (Y|D|N) whimpered, laying her head on your shoulder. She let out a yawn, rubbing her eyes.
