| Frances |
"What the hell, dad! What is wrong with you!" I yelled, glaring at him. I can't believe I almost cried my eyes out while thinking someone was going to murder us in a dark alley.
"Dad... like... your father? Your mom's... husband?" Dean froze for a second.
"A little backstory," Red leaned in to whisper, "Her parents got married at a very young age, explains the whole young daddy look going on and well... genes. They have good genes—just look at Frances—"
They continued chatting inside while I burst the car open and angrily marched towards him, "Why the f**k would you follow us around like a psychopath?!"
"You would know if you didn't keep blocking my calls." He responded in a very calm tone. He had always been like this, authoritative but composed.
He used to work as a cam
