Imagine Sam staying up all night with your daughter
“Morning, Rapunzel,” Dean teased as Sam walked into the room, his hair mussed from a restless night.
“Don’t,” he grumbled, running his hands through his hair as he took a seat opposite his brother.
“Rough night?” Dean asked, and Sam groaned.
“Katie’s only just gone to sleep. Worn herself out crying all night,” he explained, rubbing at his temples with his fingertips.
“Just go to bed now, we don’t have to be anywhere today,” Dean told him, but Sam shook his head.
“Y/N’s still sleeping, I don’t want to wake her up.”
Dean smiled, leaning back in his chair.
“You love them,” he commented, and Sam rolled his eyes.
Dean nodded, looking back at the paper in front of him, “You’re a good dad.”